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Nanda Kaushik hardly looks like a loser. He's making good money as an engineer at Corio Inc., a start-up in Woodside. And his face lights up when he talks about his two daughters. Yet he lives in a modest home in the middle-class East Bay, drives a Toyota pickup and wears faded jeans and old Nike high-tops to work. "What I've learned is that the most important thing in life is to have fun and enjoy what you're doing," he says. "That's what I've always looked for, and I'm more...
...says, "I make a point of learning something new." Launching his own start-up, he says, "seemed like absolutely the right decision but may have been a stupid one, looking back." So he's returned to programming, a gun for hire, although he's confident that his current employer, Corio, will finally hit the ipo payola. At times, though, he can't help sounding weary. "I don't foresee things anymore," he says. "If it happens, great. If not, I can't do anything about...
...meeting of the Washington chapter of the Society for the Further Respectability of Burlesque, Veteran Ecdysiast Ann Corio turned up in laced brown leather boots, which she said were her tribute to the woodsmen of the world and (because they zipped up the back) the zipper industry. "I always feel I've failed the zipper industry," said Miss Corio. "I use hooks and eyes on all my garments because the movement to unhook them is both quicker and more graceful than the long, often erratic gesture of zipping. Early in my stripping career, a zipper failed to unzip, quite...
...pratfalls and epidermis at Minsky's warmed the Broadway night. From Boston's elegant Old Howard Theater to the vulgar palaces of Midwestern river towns, innocently dirty old men of all ages whistled and stamped at the sultry writhings of Gypsy Rose Lee, Ann Corio and Rose La Rose...
...comics are in full caper. One baggypants warns the guard of a nuthouse not to send any mail to Washington. "Why not?" asks the guard. "He's dead," replies the overripe banana, skittering into the wings. Seltzer bottles spew, leers are leered, strippers strip and strip. Ann Corio re-creates her "parade strip," fragrant in the memories of generations of Harvard graduates who used to attend her frequent symposia at Boston's Old Howard. When hefty Dolores Du Vaughan* undulates out of her costume and starts to give the proscenium arch the business, there are howls of "More...