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...Come they did. Before dawn on Tuesday, thousands of pro-Estrada supporters swarmed to the palace, bearing stones and clubs. Inside her war room, Arroyo could hear the ominous battle din: the bursts of warning gunfire, a tempest of stones thwacking police riot shields, the mob's murderous roar. Arroyo says she has an intimate knowledge of MalacaNang, having lived there as the daughter of former President Diosdado Macapagal. Therefore, she knew all the palace's secret passages and escape routes. Outside, police battled rioters for more than 12 hours. More than 100 people were injured, and at least four...
...Bond Street, rail-thin servers dressed in black glide around the three-story space, carrying lacquered trays of fanciful sushi combinations no Japanese diner would recognize. The sushi chefs, young Japanese expats, add to the din by shouting orders in unison. A Hispanic chef creates the hot entrées - like soba risotto in smoked-trout butter under a mountain of shaved bonito flakes. "You see," says Moore proudly, "it's nothing like those places in midtown...
...grandfather had taken over and subdivided. His dad was in media too: he owned a billboard company. Steve attended the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire (Department of Serendipity: its motto is Excellence). In 1981, he became a reporter in the Business section, just in time to catch the din of the roaring '80s. He helped chronicle the rise of the business celebrity, writing covers on Michael Eisner and Ralph Lauren, and the consumer side of business, like "Gridlock" and "Bad Service," and he edited one on "The Simple Life." As Business editor toward...
...alone. In their quest for a hip young crowd, a growing number of restaurateurs are turning up the music, jamming folks into tighter spaces and designing their places with open kitchens, high ceilings and hardwood floors--all of which can turn pleasant background buzz into cacophonous din...
...body upward. Another glance out the window. Not good. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm. The seats ahead of me are shaking. I can feel the thunder in my bones. I know this isn't real, but I can't seem to control my fear. Through the din, I hear Dr. Hsia ask me how I'm feeling on an anxiety scale of 1 to 10: total relaxation to panic. I'm pushing 9. The storm thunders on. I am hating this...