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...technologies allow wells to be clustered more closely together, with drilling done laterally below the surface--reducing the number of installations on the tundra. Pipelines are now built 5 ft. above the surface to allow animals to pass beneath. A truck leaking a pint of transmission fluid is treated as an oil spill, reported as such and laboriously cleaned up. Even so, there are limits. "Drilling for oil is an industrial process," concedes Ronnie Chappell, the main spokesman for BP Amoco on the North Slope. "Some things you can't get rid of--like pipelines." The oil industry...
...program?s goals include teaching kids creative ways to say "no" to drugs, while simultaneously bolstering their self-esteem (which DARE founders insist is related to lower rates of drug use). It's apparently not a bad way of educating five-year-olds about the dangers of drinking cleaning fluid. But it's a bust at keeping teenagers from smoking...
...much as individual glory. But they also want to win. So the pair has kept an Eastern element with their musical choice: Turandot, Italian composer Puccini's rendition of a classic Chinese love story. But they have hired an American choreographer to tame their exuberant style into something more fluid and romantic, and exchanged their demure looks for a sexier image. Shen, 23, has abandoned her bowl cut for an elegant chignon; 28-year-old Zhao now favors body-hugging costumes. As Shen notes while adjusting the spaghetti strap of her low-cut tank top: "You have to make sure...
...were a little rusty passing-wise, not as fluid as we needed to be," Tubridy said. "[But] we got more patient on offense. That's something we forget to do sometimes, but we find that we have a better shooting percentage when we're patient...
...reading period draws to a close, the pressure begin to build in earnest. Slowly the cold but humid Harvard air becomes oppressive, thick and heavy. I become Ed Harris in The Abyss, breathing a slurry of oxygenated hydrocarbons. Each breath is positive work, my diaphragm labors draw the viscous fluid into my screaming lungs, then expels it out again through my narrow trachea. I am in a slow-motion free-fall through frigid, silent water, receding from the dim light of the sun as the deep rushes to swallow me. Every moment of descent adds thousands of pounds of water...