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These people, it was later determined, called themselves the New Coalition, but their message failed to have the sobering effect intended: another coalition involving freshmen and fraternity members grabbed the spotlight away by smashing bottles of Jim Beam against the stands...
...destroys the project. The project: invisibility. You might think its a big breakthrough for television to be dealing with such a controversial issue. But, when the students of the real issues are napalm-makers and poison gas developers aren't working on invisibility, they're working on laser-beam weapons and accurate nuclear weapons. But those aren't good for the story line, and after all, now the invisible man can infiltrate foreign embassies and exact his own form of foreign policy in a neitschian sort of way, (although the moral black and white of T.V. will never make that...
...TREK LIVES! Star Trek? The old NBC-TV space western? Indeed. While a new TV season dawdles toward its debut, 142 U.S. stations and another 117 overseas from Abu Dhabi to Zambia keep rerunning and re-rerunning the series. With an army of fans ready to put their phaser beam guns on "kill" if it should be shot down, Star Trek attracts more viewers today than it did during its three-year network career...
Gobbling More. Nonetheless, there is room within the industry for self-improvement. Many firms are at work on various technological innovations including, besides the automated checkout system, computerized warehouses, meat cutting by laser or electronic beam to reduce waste and labor costs, and solar energy to power grossly inefficient supermarket frozen-food cases. The problem is that the fragmented industry-there are 1,400 wholesalers in business today-has difficulty amassing the will, much less the capital, to carry through such developments. Says Gordon Bloom, a senior lecturer at M.I.T.'s Sloan School of Management and a leading food...
...glide past the Craters of the Moon in a dazed sprawl of too little sleep and empty night and headlights that beam vaguely, duskily across the spread of road and desert that lap across each other here, where the march of flourescent poles has not yet reached. Catching our headlights in smoothflowing creaminess, the antlers pierce mutely our forward fall: motionless, steady in their chrome cage, at the fore of our seamless void, too strong, too immutable in their decay for our quick-lipped, easy spun gasp of time...