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...folks at Traffic Gems, a service launched last fall, offer a novel alternative. For $10 a month, members receive in the mail a shiny car decal that lists their screen name and the address trafficgems.com The idea is that other people stuck in traffic may think you/your car look cool, jot down your screen name, then go home and send you a message. It may be an open invitation for stalkers, but it makes a point. "When you meet someone online, first you fall in love with your mind, then your senses get involved," says co-founder Bill Kostyan. "Traffic...
...taken aback: the owner must have been bragging. The murmur of conversation in our area has died: all ears are on me. I smile and respond, then try to get my concentration back to where it should be: my swim class. On the way home, I see college decals in the back windows of other cars: University of Idaho, Pullman University, BYU. I promise myself never to buy a Harvard decal. The big red tattoo on my forehead is more than enough identification...
...hours later, Nichols climbed into his blue GMC 4 x 4 with its AMERICAN AND PROUD decal on the rear window, and drove 10 blocks to the police station to meet with officers. Within minutes, word spread through the town of 3,000 that a man who may have been involved in the Oklahoma City bombing was in the hands of Herington's five-man police department. Farmers in mud-caked boots, some holding small children in their arms, planted themselves across from the police station and stared mutely. Students just let out of school arrived and stood in clusters...
Matt A. Stewart '98 is sporting an Adidas-esque t-shirt with a sparkly iron-on decal of an alien and the slogan "Take Me To Your Leader." When questioned about the statement his shirt is making, Stewart says, "It sort of expresses some of the existentialist alienation that I feel." Who is his leader? "Gina Grant...
...dress code in Los Angeles is assuredly not strict. So the other customers at the shopping mall on Santa Monica Boulevard that evening scarcely noticed the newcomer in a tuxedo who had joined them in line at the flower stalls. Neither the young lady in the decal-covered bomber jacket nor the young gentleman with the sheepskin vest over his T shirt and the pith helmet saw any reason to fuss over someone evidently doin' his thing in a tuxedo costume. No, what turned their heads was the new arrival's inquiry...