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Tired of searching for "hot spots" at Starbucks to get high-speed wireless Web access on your laptop? That wi-fi era may be over, thanks to EV-DO, which stands for evolution data optimized. The new 3G technology, offered first by Verizon Wireless and now by others as well, uses a credit-card-size "antenna," which users slip easily into their PCs, allowing superfast broadband in areas covered by the phone companies. You can use it in moving vehicles, hotel rooms, even local parks and beaches. "It's a huge jump in technology," raved cybergadfly Matt Drudge earlier this...
...with all new tech toys, is the price. Verizon, which spent $1 billion to upgrade its lines and now offers the service in more than 50 cities, charges $80 a month, along with a one-time hardware fee of $150, occasionally minus rebates or company discounts. Sprint launched its EV-DO service in some airports and business areas this summer, hoping to cover 60 cities by mid-2006, while Cingular and T-Mobile are offering their 3G variations, with smaller coverage areas, slower speeds and other disadvantages. On the plus side: you'll save money on expensive coffee. --By Jeffrey...
...that the band is setting their charts on New Wave and power-pop glory, snarling with a mid-distortion guitar riff and Maria Andersson’s sweet-but-tough vocals. Two minutes later, as the song fades out to overlapping cries “Every night, every night! Ev-er-y night!” their influences are clear: These Swedes are doing their best Go-Go’s, without looking back for a second...
...poets are anti-slavery. An anonymous English lady thoughtfully composed songs for plantation slaves to sing while working: "Bless the fields we dig and plant! / Lord! supply our ev'ry want: / Give our souls and bodies food, / And grateful hearts for ev'ry good." James Boswell took time out from finishing the "Life of Johnson" to write an excruciatingly bad (and long) poem defending slavery, "No Abolition of Slavery," a work that until now has not been republished for some 210 years...
...pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own, and having pow'r T' inforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. . . . And worse than all, and most...