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...only are troodontids very closely related to birds," says Norell, "but this particular one is in a stereotypical resting pose of birds." The sleeping dragon was found sitting on its hindlimbs, its forelimbs folded at its side, its head tucked under its left elbow and its long tail curled around its body. Experts believe modern birds sleep in a similar position to conserve heat; presumably Mei long did too, which suggests that the animal was warm-blooded. If that was the case, says Norell, it also offers an explanation for feathers: "It's likely they first evolved for insulation rather...
...seems that Delhi's taxi drivers have only one suggestion for a visitor: "Want to see a handicrafts emporium?" If you're interested in overpriced trinkets churned out in sweatshops, take your cabby's offer. Inevitably, you'll find yourself in a claustrophobic showroom with someone at your elbow needling you to buy. The cabby, of course, gets a commission for delivering...
...program. The young woman on my left rewarded me with a smile--a rare public act in that terrifying regime--and a whispered encouragement: reform was coming. Glasnost and perestroika, she assured me, were real. The minder on my left, a chunky young man, then nudged me with his elbow. "Ronald Reagan. Evil empire," he whispered with dramatic intensity, and shot a glance down to his lap where he had hidden two enthusiastic thumbs...
...mention at 5:30 one recent morning bang on a houseguest's bedroom door, elbow it open and deliver a tray of hot coffee and grapefruit wedges and then trumpet the start of an adventure that would in a few hours take him inside the roaring wind tunnel at Fort Bragg. There, in the levitating blast of air, he grins and trains for free fall from an airplane, looking like Buck Rogers (his era) in helmeted black zip-up, forming an untethered star with half a dozen new buddies of the Army's Golden Knights Parachute Team...
...program. The young woman on my left rewarded me with a smile-a rare public act in that terrifying regime-and a whispered encouragement: reform was coming. Glasnost and perestroika, she assured me, were real. The minder on my left, a chunky young man, then nudged me with his elbow. "Ronald Reagan. Evil empire," he whispered with dramatic intensity, and shot a glance down to his lap where he had hidden two enthusiastic thumbs...