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...case is relatively simple. When Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold walked into their high school's library and started shooting, Cassie Bernall and Emily Wyant hid under a table. Klebold slammed his hand on the desk, yelled "Peekaboo" as Cassie prayed fervently to God that she would be spared. Klebold asked if she believed in God, and when she said yes, he killed her. Or so the media refrain went...
Seedy Petey sends data over constantly changing unused frequencies in the cellular network, a juggling act that succeeds when the user is at rest. Indeed, when I was sitting at my desk 23 floors above the streets of Manhattan, the connection was just fine: data moved easily to and from the Merlin, and even Web pages could be loaded within a reasonable amount of time. But when I was not at rest--when I was, in fact, hauling along on an eastbound train--two tin cans and a string would have made a tighter connection. I found...
...star asks you for peanut butter from Japan, you don't ask, 'How do I get it?' You just say, 'O.K.'" If that's not resourcefulness, I don't know what is. And you can't get that type of real world experience sitting at an office desk...
...time I knew none of this," says Peiji, sitting at his desk in his 11th-floor office. On the shelves are pictures of him with the President of Taiwan, the Vice President, the Prime Minister. His aides bring in files for his attention; he scans them, makes a few quick notes and tosses them on the floor, where his aides retrieve them. The night before, he put on another of his lavish dinners, with endless toasts and flattery for his guests. Now he is recovering by drinking heated apple vinegar--"cleans the stomach. Exceptionally good...
...dreams in which I'm in fifth grade playing dodge ball--naked. At my kid's school, we parents wait our turn in the hallway, drinking decaf and trying to hide our anxiety behind our briefcases. When I'm ushered into the classroom, I wedge myself into a Lilliputian desk. Mrs. Widget smiles down with practiced patience. She begins. Nine minutes later, it's all over, and we're shaking hands. By the time I make it to the car, I have near complete amnesia about the experience...