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...survey shows economics having fallen considerably behind government in student satisfaction with advising, indicated Bell Professor of Economics Jeffrey G. Williamson, who is the director of undergraduate education in the economics department...
...want that to happen. This is not, perhaps, the most original premise in the history of popular fictions. But wait; it gets a lot better. The setting, posed in a fictitious time frame, is quite clearly the war in the former Yugoslavia; and the Serbians, among whom Burnett has fallen, don't want to take him prisoner. They want to execute him, because his F/A-18 plane, slightly off course, has taken pictures of a massacre--ethnic cleansing on a large scale--and its perpetrators don't want the world to know about...
...shares in that windfarm yet. So far, the attacks seem only to have helped make dirty old petroleum even cheaper. Benchmark crude has fallen from $27 to $19 since Sept. 10. With the U.S. shocked into recession mode - into which it seemed to be heading in any case - and airlines cutting back dramatically on their jet-fuel consumption, world oil demand has taken its steepest drop since the early 1980s. What's more, the oil producers still can't get their act together. This month, opec decided to cut back production by 1.5 million barrels a day - but only...
...flat. Alliance commanders and soldiers crouched against the door leading to the roof. The missile hit at 4:05 p.m. For a split second, as the concussive sound waves radiated outward, lungs emptied. Shrapnel whistled by. Then Alliance soldiers burst into applause. A U.S. soldier picked up a fallen piece of metal. "Souvenir," he said, grinning. Six more strikes followed before the British SAS commander re-established contact with Dave, still penned in with the TV crews. The SAS soldier told the Alliance commander that after two more strikes, his men should fire all their weapons. "Our guy is going...
...audience laughed at the prospect of being lured into writing by dimestore novels with shapely, off-color Fallen Women on the cover, but quickly became quiet at what Atwood said next. Her decision to become a writer, she recounted, “simply happened in 1956 while I was crossing the football field on the way home from school [and composed a poem in my head]. From that point on there was nothing else I wanted to do.” There was a moment of silence. Then the audience laughed, disbelieving. Just like that. There had to be more...