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...sponsorship issue is just one battle in an ongoing war between snowboarding's two governing bodies, the I.S.F. (International Snowboard Federation) and the F.I.S. (Federation Internationale du Ski). The International Olympic Committee's 1996 decision to award Olympic-qualifying status to the F.I.S., organizer of skiing's World Cup circuit, nearly sparked violence at some European events. Says Fawcett: "The F.I.S. didn't want anything to do with us until they realized it was going to be an Olympic event and that there would be [TV] network interest and a great deal of money." Other riders felt the F.I.S...
Remember a few years ago when you suddenly couldn't eat a tuna-fish sandwich without a pang of guilt--unless the tuna can bore a seal promising that no dolphins had inadvertently been harmed when the fish was caught? Soon there will be a new faux pas du jour: eating the endangered swordfish. If environmentalists have their way, most restaurants will take the delicacy off their menu, and those that don't will lose customers in the wake of a great swordfish boycott...
That won't be any time soon. With millions of victims and hardly any confessed perpetrators, road recklessness has become the car-related sickness du jour, deposing (for the moment) drunk driving from its long-standing reign. Like drunk driving, the issue has energized America's vast machinery of social concern. The Federal Government is spending money on research, Congress has held hearings, law-enforcement authorities have held seminars and developed special enforcement programs, and psychologists are treating it as a genuine, stand-alone disorder. There are Websites devoted to the topic, including one--the Database of Unsafe Driving--that...
...effect is stunning: a seven-year-old in lipstick and a borrowed pink dress. Anyway, the sight stuns the parents of the boy who makes his entrance so gaily bedecked. He is Ludovic (Georges du Fresne), a sweet child convinced he's a girl. No point in lecturing the lad; Ludo blithely pursues his obsession. Of a school chum, he says, "We're going to marry when...
...maxed out, and my eyes had been blackened in skirmishes at the Beanie Baby counter at Toys "R" Us? The enthusiasm for dressing as Christmas trees brought back painful memories of the Alzheimer's facility where my father spent his final days in a perpetual countdown to the holiday du jour. THE NEXT HOLIDAY IS ARBOR DAY (or whatever), a giant poster near the nursing station announced, AND IT'S ONLY 15 DAYS AWAY...