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...main thing that I got out of this is thatI don't leave things in my folder on theUniversity account," McAfee says. "If you've everbeen burglarized you know there's great sense ofhaving been violated and a sense of "Why wouldsomebody do this?'...I'm more aware of thevulnerability of the system than I was before. Idid live in a false sense of security...
...Presidential adviser Bruce Lindsey, a former Arkansas lawyer designated to field inquiries about Whitewater, angrily implies that TIME wants to write "a story that the Clintons are tax cheats." (Wrong: any underpayment could have been the result of excessively casual bookkeeping or following bad advice.) Lindsey also brandishes a folder containing copies of canceled checks that he says document all the Clintons' tax deductions related to Whitewater, which he insists are legitimate. But he refuses to make any public, complaining that the press would only report such information wrongly. The White House, he says, will show Whitewater documents only...
...that Apple significantly improved on Xerox's work. In Smalltalk, for example, all commands are executed through pop-up menus. On the Mac, users can reach right into cyberspace and manipulate documents directly, grabbing a file with a mouse, dragging it across the screen and dropping it into a folder or trash can. Much of the genius of the Mac -- its look and feel -- is in the accumulation of such details: the pinstripes across the top of a window; the gray tint in the scroll bar; the way an icon zooms to fill the screen when a new program...
Without even having to be asked, Seth A. Mnookin, the tattoo guy, cleaned the Magazine/Arts office this weekend. Without even having to be asked! Unfortuately, my English 193 folder is still missing. I thought it might be there, but it's not. Another thing which would have been fun to discover underneath all the Mag/Arts mess is the Fifteen Minutes Log Book. But this didn't surface, either, because none exists...
...avoidance; I didn't even go on large carnival rides. Yet now I had to deal with temperamental presses that occasionally shot pages out the window and into the batting cage in the courtyard, a plate burner with a fan about as loud as a 747 and a page folder that could turn whole reams of paper into Japanese fans. And while I never achieved great mastery of our main press, I was generally deemed goddess of the typesetter...