Word: chins
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...surveillance system, FaceTrac, is based on technology originally developed at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology to teach computers to recognize their users, and was installed by a Pennsylvania firm called Graphco Technologies. "It takes everything from forehead to chin," explains Tom Colatosti, CEO of Viisage, whose software drives FaceTrac. "It gets the distance between the eyes, then it calculates the other features: thickness of the lips, angle of the cheekbones, and so on." The beauty of the system is that it is disguise-proof. You can grow a beard and put on sunglasses, and FaceTrac will still pick...
Despite reminders of the tensions everywhere, the island is trying to move forward. At the shop of Chin Ho Li, shell casings originally containing propaganda are beaten and snipped into kitchen knives before your eyes - perfect souvenirs. Swords into ploughshares, anyone...
...Janeiro, the first person I see in the lobby is Michael Stipe, the lead singer of R.E.M. He's standing near the concierge desk at the Copacabana Palace wearing a green T-shirt and white bath slippers with blue straps. He's got stubble going on his chin and cheeks that's somewhere between I-haven't-gotten-around-to-grooming-myself-lately and I'm-growing-a-beard-as-part-of-a-midlife-change. As he leaves the hotel I think, wow, alternative rock has gotten a little old. Stipe's not-grooming/sort-of-beard thing is brown and gray...
Week three not only introduced the aforementioned crouched-down leg kick; it also informed me that I have arms and a chin. I had got through my skating so far by clenching my fists to my side and staring at my feet harder than an indie rock guitarist. Now I was asked to skate in a counterintuitive clockwise circle with my arms straight out in front of me. And I was not to look down at the ice because, the instructor yelled, "the ice is not interesting...
...first song, Penitentiary Philosophy, starts things off aggressively. It's a soul-rock number that wades in, chin out, fists swinging, Badu's voice wailing. Neosoul divas can sometimes drift off into sleepytime music, looking to set moods rather than stir emotions; Badu, from the first track, demonstrates that her new material has soul and guts. But she has more than just power in her arsenal. Throughout the CD, she also shows off her gift for melody: the sweet Orange Moon enthralls and delights, while Time's A Wastin conjures a sweet elegance. Badu's reggae-driven duet with Stephen...