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...Yanukovych's impressive showing may have been a surprise to Westerners who thought his time and eastward-looking agenda had come and gone, but it wasn't to him. Over the past year and a half, he has remade himself, hiring Western spin doctors rather than wasting funds on hapless Russian advisers. He became available to the media, and toned down his allegiance to Moscow, while still emphasizing the need to move to Europe "together with Russia." He also promised to ease the burden of high gas prices by re-entering the United Economic Space with Russia...
Boston’s winter grayness didn’t make it into the Museum of Fine Arts (MFA), where the saturated colors of two new exhibitions testify to the long, eastward journey their artworks made from warmer and brighter climates.“David Hockney Portraits” and “Light My Fire: Rock Posters from the Summer of Love” both opened at the MFA in February.David Hockney is a British artist who has been living in Los Angeles since 1978—341 miles and a decade away from equally Californian graphic artists...
...Charles River flows eastward. The Venn diagram, temperature charts, and topological maps from 1636 are just too convincing as evidence...
...plume of acrid smoke is drifting eastward after a huge explosion rocked the Buncefield oil depot in Hemel Hempstead, 20 miles northwest of London, at 6:03 a.m. local time Sunday. The blast was heard more than 50 miles away. Windows and doors were blown out and walls were cracked in nearby houses, whose residents have been evacuated by police. ?Keep out of the flume, keep away from the area,? said Frank Whiteley, Chief Constable of Hertfordshire police, in a hastily called press conference. He also warned that some smaller explosions might occur later today as other tanks...
...ignoring the advice of theater directors ("barnstorm fhrers, the lot") and mocking "gibberish spouting" method actors. "When you're playing Hamlet, and you and Horatio are up on the battlements, Horatio says, 'But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad/ Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.' Well, it isn't! You're looking at Charlie the prop man with a fag in his gob. It's pretend, for God's sake...