Word: bitted
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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When an industry starts to hype itself, it loses a little bit of its innocence. In the case of the Web, that happened about four years ago, when the first Cool Site of the Year awards were given out. But not to worry: As the assembled masses of Silicon Alley proved last night at New York's shabby-chic Webster Hall, where this year?s Cool Site of the Year awards ceremony was held, the people who make the Web happen aren't too jaded to act up in a thoroughly scruffy and unrespectable fashion...
...terrorist threats against the nation are on the rise, according to the President. "It's probably a good idea to draw attention to the problem," says TIME Pentagon correspondent Mark Thompson. "But the timing of the announcement, in the midst of all the President's troubles, is a little bit suspicious. Moreover, the bottom line is that if a terrorist is really going to strike, there is probably little we can do to stop...
...enemy is going to attack us, it will be probably be unconventionally. The new military buzzword these days is 'asymmetrical warfare.'" So what can the U.S. do about this threat? "The country can improve its defenses marginally," says Thompson. "It can reduce the risk and ameliorate protection a bit, but it can't eliminate the problem." As usual, there are plenty of bullets -- but none of them are magic...
...Also don't forget that she could face a tough opponent," says Dickerson. "Republican mayor Rudolph Giuliani is considering running for the seat." So why all the speculation? "Many New York Democrats like her and she would certainly be a strong candidate," says Tumulty. Besides, New York has a bit of a tradition of importing successful, well-connected out-of-state pols: Remember Senator Robert Kennedy...
...60th birthday, the favored son rises to make a toast. His father, he says, sexually ravaged him and his twin sister, a recent suicide, when they were kids. This acerbic farce-melodrama, laureled at Cannes and by critics' groups, is directed in a fake-verite style that distracts a bit from the entertaining spectacle of the rich airing their bloody silk underwear in public. But it's still creepy fun to watch the upper class pretend a family isn't in tatters. When propriety meets outrage in a chateau, guess which one wins? Cognac, anyone...