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...matter and energy not as particles but as minuscule, vibrating loops and snippets of stuff resembling string, which turn out to exist not just in our familiar four dimensions of space and time but in 10 or more dimensions. Bizarre as it seemed, this scheme appeared on first blush to explain why particles have the characteristics they do. As a side benefit, it also included a quantum version of gravity and thus of relativity. Just as important, nobody had a better idea. So lots of physicists, including Woit and Smolin, began working...
...three. Quickly, we established traditions: watching movies afterwards at the theater next door, eating all our post-game meals at the nearby Gemini Diner, constantly joking and talking trash. Each day, someone would inevitably hear a gibe about their mother and/or sister which would have made Marco Materazzi blush...
...world. But the conversation - which saw Bush greet the British PM with a cozy, "Yo, Blair. How are you doin'?" - is just the latest case of politicians being caught on-air and unaware. Here are other high-profile victims of the dreaded live mike, ranked on Time's blush-ometer. At the height of the cold war in 1984, U.S. President Ronald Reagan joked around while testing a microphone before his weekly radio address. "My fellow Americans. I'm pleased to tell you we have signed legislation today that would outlaw Russia forever," he declared. "We begin bombing in five...
...gets into are manuals for barroom brawlers. Here's a how-to from My Gun Is Quick: "I jammed four big, stiff fingers into his gut right above the navel and he snapped shut like a jackknife. I opened him up again with an openhanded slap that left a blush across his mouth that was going to stay for a while." Mike unholsters his .45 and "just for effect I stuck it up against his forehead and thumbed back the hammer. It made a sharp click in the silence...
...glass of water. As an oenophile might hold a sip of claret in his mouth, testing its taste, Jean lets his mind race through the most demeaning possibilities, entertaining worst-case scenarios. He tries flattery, complimenting Gabrielle as he might a statue: "Your neck has such a lovely blush when you're nervous. Your skin reflects your every thought. I can trace your life in each blue vein. They're highly visible, even the blood pulsing through them. ... The blood in your temples appealed to me." (The observation is true also of Huppert. This great actress does suggest ivory with...