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...near the edge of the bar, but even there, no one is safe from harassment. An audience member who declined to eat ziti noodles topped with meat sauce instantly drew the ire of cousin Carmine. “I don’t eat sausage,” the diner explained. “Sure, honey, whatever you say,” Carmine brusquely responded...
...risks of uniting two struggling behemoths were obvious, even to Compaq co-founder Rod Canion, who sketched out the company with a few buddies 19 years ago in a Houston diner. "Now everybody will want to kick Compaq and HP around," he said last week. He was right. But it wasn't Michael Dell or Sun Microsystems' Scott McNealy putting the boot in. Wall Street did a good job of that. HP stock plunged 22% by the end of the week, to $18.08, while Compaq sank 14%, to $10.59, wiping more than $3 billion off the value of the proposed...
Aside from being a regular at the diner where I’m an overnight waitress and a trainer of top horses who loves his job, Gary is also a bright spot in my morning. He tells interesting stories, doesn’t hit on me, leaves a good tip and even empties his own ashtray. To me—and this could just be the three-job-induced lack of sleep talking here—Gary represents the best of humanity. He’s kind, interesting, helpful and simple in a way that means...
...face of it, Thiebaud, 81, is a Realist. He loves material fact, with a preference for inertia. He started off in the 1960s painting gorgeously lush still lifes of kitsch diner food--everything from hot dogs to angel-food cake and gumballs. Then he turned to painting people, or rather embalming them in his characteristic thick, smooth and (when used to make flesh) slightly rubbery pigment. After moving to San Francisco in the early '70s, he took his eye outside and did cityscapes--those strange, plunging perspectives of the hills and highways of the city, translated into gravity-defying slices...
...much the package (like the soup can) as the soup itself, or for that matter the sandwich, the cake or the slice of pie, sitting there in virginal garishness, the coconut icing soft and fluffy as a baby angel's wingpits, under the fluorescent tubes in the glass diner case...