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...world of my boyhood, there were books everywhere. Your piano teacher had books, and there were lending libraries everywhere - your department store had a lending library. Books are still bought, and you see them being read in airplanes, but it's a last resort, isn't it? And the category of 'literary fiction' has sprung up recently to torment people like me who just set out to write books, and if anybody wanted to read them, terrific, the more the merrier...
Best friends from boyhood, now sophomores at Stanford in Palo Alto, Calif., Kayvon Beykpour and Aaron Wasserman, along with a group of five other friends, have built a free application for the iPhone that has the academic world buzzing. So far, their program, "iStanford," which launched Oct. 1, is pretty straightforward: users can access a campus map and course catalog, e-mail professors and get news and information about sports teams. Nothing wildly innovative about that. (See the top 10 iPhone applications...
...been so well received that scores of schools around the country have contacted the students' company about designing their own iPhone apps. (Yes, Beykpour and another boyhood pal, Joe Bernstein, have already launched a start-up in San Francisco, called TerriblyClever, without any angel or venture capital funding. And yes, it's already profitable, Beykpour said...
Pinter's plays perplexed not because they withheld information but because what was onstage didn't always scan logically. In The Homecoming, for instance: the philosophy professor - at least that's what he says he is - returns to his boyhood home, bringing a woman he describes as his wife of nine years. Yet his two brothers, their father and an uncle seem surprised at the news. Has the professor been out of touch for so long he hasn't told them he's married? Is she his wife, or perhaps a woman he's engaged to as a test...
...around me I saw the America I had grown up on: full of open space and possibility, blessed with great oil reserves and immigrants from everywhere, scenically gorgeous - but tied to the go-it-alone spirit of a "last frontier." It looked as much like the America of my boyhood as Hawaii and the burger joint looked like the America of tomorrow. The kids next to us in the North Shore shack seemed much less concerned with where they came from than with where they were headed...