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...moody new original at North Star one morning, "it makes me think of some old Bob Dylan stuff," says Jessica Dunston, 16, who is proud of her broad taste in music. "Most of my friends like hip-hop. I like that. I like punk," she says, ticking off a finger. "And heavy metal, speed metal, grunge, Sade, Prince, Jimi Hendrix ..." You get the idea. Like the kids in School of Rock, Wish's students are picking up a passion for music that comes from making their...
...when many Chinese still wore blue Mao suits and refrigerators were transported by tricycles. There were no fast- food restaurants anywhere on the mainland. (McDonald's debuted in Shenzhen in 1990 and came to Beijing in 1992.) The company made some early missteps: for example, KFC's advertising slogan "finger-lickin' good" was mistranslated into Chinese characters that meant "eat your fingers off." But China was opening up to the outside world, and KFC benefited from the curiosity of citizens about all things Western. Its clean, brightly lit restaurants, fast service and smiling counter help were so unusual that people...
...China president, acknowledges the existence of the newcomers and copycats but insists that he sees their imitations as a compliment. Indeed, if Yum's latest culinary ventures pan out, he may soon find himself up against a raft of local chefs hawking Chinese knockoffs of chili cheese burritos. Mmm, finger-lickin' good...
There is a constellation of cigarette burns near the right-hand pocket of my new winter coat. Someone has reaffixed its buttons with coarse, dark thread; someone has worn its satin lining, the color of plums, fuzzy at the shoulders. When, sliding my hand into the right pocket, I finger a cigarette burn, I imagine the coat’s previous owner, gesturing with a cigarette, its tip bright in the early winter twilight. When I button the coat I imagine a button detaching under her hurried fingers and tumbling to the ground, imagine her pocketing it so that...
...opportunity to jump back down to us, singing the last verse of the song with his face inches away from a distracted bouncer’s ear. As the lights darted from Julian to the chaos in front of him, the mischevious nogoodnik grinned, and raised his index finger to his lips, as if to say “Don’t tell him I’m here...