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...disastrously awry with the creation of a 3-inch long "ridge" near the nape of her neck. Her already-short hair now had a conspicuously short layer in back. What caused the Ridge? Yin explains that "we didn't have the proper implements. We had a large pair of desk scissors that are for cutting paper." Yin--who had no prior haircutting experience--deferred to their other roommate who apparently "sauntered up and said 'This is how you do it,' giving no indication that she hadn't ever cut before. Then, she proceeded to create the Ridge...
...themselves on a waiting list or pull whatever strings it's not too late to pull. The majority of us, however, react the way any normal person would to the news that we're not wanted: we tear the letters into shreds or bury them deep in our desk drawers, and hang out heads for at least the remainder of the day. No matter if there is a official explanation-- "I'm only a sophomore and they asked for seniors"--or an easy rationalization-- "I didn't want the job anyway; who wants to stay in Boston for the summer...
...glance at the pile of textbooks stacked high on my desk is a constant reminder that the never-ending cycle of work can only be ignored for a while. This cycle, work-sleep-work-work-don't -sleep-work-CRASH, seems an unavoidable and undesirable downward spiral, the end result of which remains mysterious...
President Clinton's office on Air Force One has a small desk, a couch, magazines scattered about and, these days, a new boom box. As he flew home from Africa Thursday night, he listened to Charlie Parker and Wynton Marsalis. Like the music, his mood was a complex mix of mellowness and energy in the aftermath of the dismissal of the Paula Jones suit. Although the feeling inside the White House is that he has been the victim of a protracted personal assault funded by right-wing money, Clinton is wary about speaking out publicly, because he and his advisers...
...tyrants could bring a presidency to the brink of destruction. But Paula Jones has democratized the calculus of scandal. She earned $12,000 working for something called the Arkansas Industrial Development Commission--surely the bureaucratic equivalent of the Maytag repair service. One spring day, as she manned a registration desk at a conference, fate brought her into the line of sight of her Governor, who allegedly divined beneath her frothy perm a "come-hither" look. A state trooper appeared at her side, imploringly. She rose from her chair and stepped into the roiling currents of American history...