Word: broking
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...public's view of the Spetsnaz has changed. Ten years ago, the special forces were regarded as the country's secret weapon, the men who had overthrown the President of Afghanistan in his own palace and would strike deep inside Western Europe if a new world war broke out. This has changed. The most popular video in Russia last year was Schizophrenia. An unremittingly bleak portrayal of modern Russia, it tells the story of a Spetsnaz-type officer who is framed by the security police and then forced to assassinate a banker planning a run against the incumbent President...
Last week, suddenly, peace broke out. Nearly five years after Katzenberg abruptly left Disney, where he had run the animation and live-action film units, and two years after he sued for what he saw as his rightful share of profits from the movies he shepherded there, the two sides settled. "Enough is enough!" Katzenberg was told by David Geffen, the DreamWorks partner who brokered the settlement with Disney board member Stanley Gold. "This time it's for real. It can get done, and therefore it should get done." It got done, early last week, at Geffen's Malibu beach...
SECONDS BETTER The time it takes the fastest humans to run a mile keeps dropping. Hicham el Guerrouj set a new record last week, 45 years after Roger Bannister broke the mystical four-minute barrier. How the two speedsters compare...
...donors cover the tab. Too clever, says Steve Forbes' team, which charges that the end run is a violation of campaign laws that prohibit individuals from giving more than $1,000 to a candidate. The Bush folks say that since the money went to the Iowa Republican Party, they broke no rules. Perhaps that kind of fiscal ingenuity is why Bush has spent only a fifth of the $37 million he has raised and why he announced he would forgo nearly $17 million in matching federal funds in exchange for not being held to campaign spending limits...
About 20 years ago, out of school and footloose and broke, I decided I would pay a visit to my favorite writer, the essayist E.B. White, then residing, as he had for 50 years, on a saltwater farm along the coast of Maine. I was sure White would welcome the visit--after all, I reasoned, what ailing octogenarian writer doesn't long for the company of an unemployed 20-year-old houseguest with no visible means of support and no reason to leave?--but just as a courtesy, I decided to send him notice of my arrival. Already...