Word: beaning
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...exception: coffee. Cultivated from plantations started by the Portuguese, East Timorese coffee is a wonderful thing: rich, nutty, smooth. Starbucks apparently thinks so, too, because it is one of the top purchasers of Timorese coffee. Yet a search of Starbucks' U.S. website, which lists the provenance of all its bean blends, comes up with no results for coffee from East Timor. There are, however, plenty of mentions of Indonesian-based blends. There's a nasty rumor circulating in the East Timorese capital, Dili, that their beans may be masquerading as - gasp - Indonesian. This, they point out, is a travesty. East...
Accounting, I admit, is not the normal stuff of true-crime drama. But among accused finaglers walking perplike into court, former bean counters at accounting firm KPMG have more cause than most to question White House tactics against financial fraud...
...Italy, that museum for the Maserati car company in Modena and a subway station in Naples that's a collaboration with Anish Kapoor. He's the British artist best known in the U.S. for Cloud Mirror, the reflective steel sculpture in Chicago's Millennium Park that locals call the Bean. Obviously, beans are a developing theme here...
...finding yourself lost in an impenetrable, moving mass of people is hardly rare. That's why, in search of a subway stop on a recent Sunday, I failed to notice that I'd joined a protest march. It wasn't until the woman next to me offered a sweet bean cake and a petition to sign that I realized that I was surrounded by Filipina women. Some 6,000 angry Filipinas, I was later to learn...
...double by 2010 and doesn't include probably another couple billion in cash brought by suitcase. "I have two sons. My heart is broken to leave them," one amah, Ana Tellez, told me. "But there is no work at home. We'd starve if I wasn't here." My bean cake, which I had hungrily finished just minutes before, quickly sank to the pit of my stomach...