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...tell you that it's all been set - the chocolates, gifts, and dinner, all prepared and paid for, by her. On Barentain Dei, women take the initiative to shower their honmei or sweethearts with gifts, profess their love, and humor their male classmates and colleagues with giri-choco or obligation chocolates. For teenagers it's a bittersweet initiation into romance and courtship, where girls brave a few burns to learn the art of tempering molten chocolate to create one-of-a-kind treats for the captain of the baseball team. For the more weathered, it's about raiding Godiva...
...there choco-fatigue? About 70% of the women polled in one survey wish the custom of doling out giri-choco to their male bosses and colleagues would just end. Moreover, according to one poll, 58% felt that Cupid brought the blues, not because of a lack of dates but because of all the preparation involved. That would include, for example, standing in line for half an hour in the freezing cold to get their hands on that $55 box of four chocolate bonbons. Morinaga, a leading chocolate maker, has research showing that an increasing number of women in their...
...painfully clear to Sosenko in recent weeks. After the collapse of their talks with Provena Hospital, the doctors of MPC, who had pledged to stick it out together, suddenly fractured. The three who haven't been named in either of the lawsuits pending against the practice--Drs. Walsh, Visvanatha Giri and Phillip Leung--created a separate partnership and secured malpractice insurance. Sosenko is planning to take the next couple of weeks off now that his policy has run out and then try to find a new medical group to join. Even so, he says, there are no hard feelings against...
...worst fate in the world, but I had always loved to drive, and my few attempts to do so in rehab--driving a Buick with my fearless instructor, Giri Sipajlo, down New York City's F.D.R. Drive--proved unsatisfactory. I kept bumping other cars. Not very hard and not very seriously, but often enough. I gave...
Then, five years later, I met Les Schofield. I'd heard from Giri, his hair still raised from our road adventures (to unwind, he climbs mountains in Nepal), that a company in Springfield, Mass., was making a new kind of car I should check out. The next morning--I'd waited long enough--my wife and I drove the 80 miles down the Mass. Pike from Boston. We found Schofield, a powerfully built man with a kind, open face and prodigious hands, working on his invention, a prototype as yet driven only...