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...Hong Kong the Noble House way, you must dispense with the fashionable but frivolous side trips that have crept onto the tourist itinerary in the past decade, during which the city has tried to be less of a conscienceless cosmopolis and more of a balanced destination with something for all. Thus there will be no tree-hugging, bird-spotting visits to the Mai Po Marshes, no afternoons in the loft studios of Fo Tan artists and an embargo on sipping ristrettos in Elgin Street bars. Instead, Noble House Hong Kong is all about the old-school icons: go to Victoria...
...supporters, absorbing a moment made all the more unlikely by the suspension of her campaign late Sunday night, while all around her chants of “yes we did” erupted. Jolted out of her reverie by McLeod’s pumping fist, a smile crept across Flores’ face. “I feel incredible,” said the newly-minted president. “But oh my God, now I have to run the UC.” Flores—by her own account the first Latina to assume the UC presidency?...
...looked away from the house, it was a peaceful night. The dark sky was dotted with stars in the way that only the sky over a British moor could be. A cool mist crept over the purple hills toward her, and she longed for it to hurry, it looked so fresh and cleansing...
...He’s the proud author of “You Raped My Pig.” John Galligan, one of the event’s co-curators; Said there were two types bad enough to be read in theaters. One type, he said, toward ambitious themes crept, But was “crippled by the fact that the execution was so technically inept.” The other bad poetry type is all About topics that are “inane” or “banal.” Galligan and Jon Haber, the other...
...written three books you could think of as memoirs. One of them was about a classmate of mine who was the person we thought would be President of the United States. He committed suicide. That led to a book about my father, since my father crept into the first book. Sometimes the memoir is painful to write, but then, I haven't written the sort of memoir that seems to be the style in the U.S. now, which I often characterize as an "atrocity arms-race." With the one about my father, I kept wondering why I was doing this...