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...pass, which you earn while maneuvering through the disk. As Gabriel narrates, boxes of hypertext pop up alongside the images. If you click on Gabriel's passport, it shows his ! photograph morphing from infancy through adulthood into a skull. And if you dally in moving your mouse, he may chirp, "Click me!" Best advice: Don't be afraid, be a fighter -- and Gabriel's world is yours...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Rock Goes Interactive | 1/17/1994 | See Source »

...love-sick blues. In the silky I'll Make Your Bed, the promise of sexual favors sounds as natural as a gift for home cooking. It's not a tease, it's a forthrightly bountiful offer that could set a fellow to swooning. Dolly's giggle, the chirp at the end of a sultry line, proves that her sensuality is guileless -- a neat blend of Daisy Mae and Mae West...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Daisy Mae West | 4/12/1993 | See Source »

...computer user that his machine had been turned on or that a floppy disk had failed. Then came the Macintosh, with its built-in sound chips and an onscreen control panel that enabled Mac enthusiasts to replace the beep with a boing, a clink-clank or a monkey's chirp. Finally, last spring Microsoft put sound- control software in the latest version of its Windows program, extending the power to customize a computer's noises to the 90 million owners of IBM PCs and compatible machines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Booms, Boings and Wisecracks | 12/14/1992 | See Source »

...week ago yesterday, I awoke to the chirp of my alarm clock, stretched and wished my roommate a good morning. That is, I tried. What came out sounded more like a squeak. I tried again, and squeaked again...

Author: By Joanna M. Weiss, | Title: Make Some Noise, If You Can | 12/12/1992 | See Source »

...opinion about life as a Harvard undergraduate. I say it quickly, without even really thinking. I rave about my classes, my roommates, even about the times when I've walked through the Yard on a cold December night, my boots crunching in the snow. "It's so diverse," I chirp, sounding eerily like the glossy brochures they hand out at admissions meetings. It's everything you could ever want in a University...

Author: By Hallie Z. Levine, | Title: Mother Harvard Does Not Coddle Her Young | 11/19/1992 | See Source »

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