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...spat reflects growing tensions between the search and auction giants as each races onto the other's turf. Over the past year Google has ramped up Checkout, its online payment tool that competes with eBay'sPayPal, and eBay recently launched an auction marketplace for TV and radio ads aimed at media ad markets that Google is also targeting...
...revolutionary high-tech services. Wireless Internet connections are nothing new, but how about ordering a sandwich from your poolside lounge chair without having to summon a waiter? The W Los Angeles will test a service in June that allows guests to place an order for food, drinks, late checkout or anything else via touch-screen technology on pool furniture. Once the order is placed, it is wirelessly transmitted to the desired destination and someone delivers the requested item right to the guest. "Having something take no effort at all is becoming the ultimate amenity to luxury travelers," Starwood's Klein...
...Iraq, and to spend close to a decade in office living with the consequences of those choices. Then picture that leader strolling, unannounced and without a visible security detail, into a suburban supermarket in the dying hours of a Friday afternoon, as shoppers, carts piled high, push toward the checkout with the determination of candidates converging on undecided voters. He stands between them and their escape to the weekend, hand outstretched. Eggs and curses: that's the welcome most such leaders could expect. But this feels different. There's a ripple of excitement by the dairy goods, a frisson...
...reassuring that companies are responding to shoppers’ scruples. Though faddish and flat, lifestyle branding need not be condemned. We can continue to shop for whatever quasi-moral brand reflects our values, without imbuing the experience with undue significance. We wouldn’t want to mistake the checkout line for the road to virtue...
...Cosmopolitan. Whenever I pick up a copy of Cosmo, my immediate impulse is to pull the magazine close to my chest and to look around to check that no one I know is present to witness the act. This reaction must be a throwback to the grocery store checkout lines of my youth in which my gaze at the magazine’s dirty cover was liable to ignite a rant from whatever adult I was with on the decline of modern society...