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...lawyers; but the crooks have often been found with cell phones smuggled passed the barbed wire fences and watch towers. Phone calls have even been traced to attempts to extort ransoms from terrified victims on the outside. The Eastern Prison is currently installing a new security device to block cell phone signals inside the prison walls. (See pictures of crime-fighting in Mexico City...
...kinds of leverage. In June, when Rio and BHP Billiton announced their intention to form a joint venture, a Ministry of Commerce spokesman in Beijing said the proposal had "the obvious color of monopoly." China implemented a new antitrust law last year and has already used it once to block a high-profile foreign acquisition in China - Coca-Cola's planned buyout of juicemaker Huiyuan. The fact that the proposed Rio-BHP Billiton deal doesn't involve a Chinese firm is irrelevant. China's antitrust regulators have the same right to review the plans of two global companies...
...would you suggest? I think I would start with a variation of a cheese they have some familiarity with. I'd suggest an aged, clothbound cheddar. This is basically cheddar that is made in a traditional English style, in a big 30- to 50-lb. wheel, not in a block. The wheel is wrapped in cheesecloth and sealed with melted lard or some sort of oil. It's aged in a room on a wood shelf for nine to 14 months. The flavor development is totally different from cheddar that you would, say, grate on an omelet. It's drier...
Next time, however, I'll try to block out the pain and run the numbers. It turns out I didn't have appendicitis. I had a less serious (albeit briefly unbearable) ailment: a kidney stone, about 3mm in diameter. But don't let that fool you. It was a $12,000 kidney stone. (So you think you're insured...
BOSTON, Mass. — I could feel it from a block away. As I moseyed down Arlington, shi-shi Newbury Street on my left and the Commons to my right, I could tell that tonight wasn’t just any night in Boston. When I reached the peak of the bridge leading into the Hatch Shell, my suspicions were confirmed. People—everywhere. Smooshed together as far as the eye could see, seated on lawn chairs or sprawled on blankets, snacking and chatting, just soaking in the dusk-hour breeze. “This is summer...