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...Sitting on the back counter in the conference room, with his gray hair swept across his forehead and his horn-rimmed glasses facing us, he asked each intern a series of questions to test us out, get to know us better. When he asked one girl what she wanted to do after college, she said law school; he affirmed that as a secure path. Another intern said that she really wanted to go into journalism; he asked, “Are you sure?” When a third intern told him she was a literature major at Bard...
...playing a game with nothing in your hands - if you've ever played a theremin, the sensation of playing with Project Natal is not dissimilar. It's spooky. But it's also very immersive. When a ball comes bounding at your head and you butt it back with your forehead, you can almost feel the smack of it against your skin. "It was the most tactile experience I've had so far in a gaming space," Spielberg says. "I got a sense that I was inside the space more than I have on any other platform...
Over the years, we noticed that each time we visited, Noah had a new scar, a black eye or a chipped tooth. In clinical parlance, these were Noah's "unobserved, self-inflicted injuries" - or USIs. One day, Noah had a dozen thick, black stitches on his forehead. As Noah's medications increased, so too did the number of USIs he suffered. Noah was already on Trileptal, Zyprexa and oral and injected Ativan. The collective side effects of these three drugs filled three pages of his IPP. I've looked and never been able to find a study of how they...
Even at 70, Charles Nesson—“Charlie” his students call him, could hardly be called old. Aside from a head of white hair, combed back off a high forehead, Nesson shows few signs of his age. He has his scooter that he drives to work, his iPod, his online virtual-reality avatar “Eon.” He plays online Poker and listens to Radiohead. He talks about Bob Marley. The professor’s words come slowly, but they are razor sharp, and they have the weight of consideration on them...
...shoulders. “I don’t know,” I start to say, but then Lee-Lee barges toward me and pulls at my mesh top, gathering it up into her fist. She wraps her hands around my ribcage, tugs her nails in, and my forehead starts to buzz like I know she’s going to kiss...