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Women think men don't like to shop. Wrong: we do. As long as there's competition involved. Send us to Saks to buy socks, and we're bored. But let us shop at eBay, with the clock ticking down on an item we really don't need and may not even want, and our sportsman's juices surge: It's the two-minute warning at Super Bowl XXXVI. (New England Patriots 20, St. Louis Rams 17.) For guys at an online auction, it's not just the getting that counts, it's the crushing of another bidder's acquisitive...
MEANWHILE IN THE U.S. ? Cheesy Imitations News that a 10-year-old grilled cheese sandwich purported to bear an image of the Virgin Mary (pictured) drew a bid of millions on eBay spawned a rash of copycat snacks. Available for cyber-bids: a replica Virgin Mary sandwich; a festive Christmas tree sandwich; an agnostic sandwich; and, of course, an Elvis Lives sandwich - which had trouble hitting its starting bid of $400, perhaps because, as its seller concedes, it really looks more like James Dean...
...Ohio, a state no Republican has ever lost and still won the White House. More than two-thirds of precincts were using punch-card ballots, with their potentially hanging chads. So Democrats acquired 611 punch-card machines, some of them discarded from Florida and Michigan and others found on eBay, so volunteers could hold little seminars outside key precincts on how to vote correctly. Republicans dispatched vote counters to every county election board so they would give the campaign an early read about where Bush might be lagging. Back at campaign headquarters in Washington, the information streamed toward operatives sitting...
...Conrad Deaken is (somewhat less creatively) “The Deaken,” an elusive figure. On sale exclusively at the show were Black Dice/Animal Collective split LPs. The $10 records, which sold out minutes after the show’s conclusion, went for prices nearing $80 on eBay at the beginning of the tour...
...reading any clear intentions. At times (“Cannibal’s Hymn” and the title track in particular) this is rock and roll in all its arena-mystic-pot-cloud 1970 glory; drummer Robert Donahoe must have found John Bonham’s drumset on eBay. Elsewhere, the album sounds like over-drugged outtakes from Exile on Main Street—a narrow distinction, perhaps, but one which hints at how Cave & Co. never make it clear if they are trying to say something profound musically or just rock the fuck out. (Extra credit bonus assignment...