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...cigarettes. But as the less wary of the chatting men notes, the tart fumes coming from smokes like his own signal that tobacco isn't the only substance being inhaled here. "This," he says, gesturing with a hashish-stuffed joint, "is becoming almost as common as this," raising a glass of red wine. "It's so banal anymore that even cops scarcely notice so long as you don't blow the smoke into their face," he says in a blas? tone. (When asked for his name, however, he snorts derisively "Tamere," the French equivalent to "Your mama...
...ability to make complex strategic decisions collectively requires an almost Benedictine devotion to corporate togetherness, starting with physical space. The firm's 39th- and 40th-floor offices offer sweeping views of San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge as well as of the interior hallways--the walls are glass. Two staircases connect the floors, and walking about is heavily encouraged. Branch offices and telecommuting are verboten...
...simple in America. One reason more people aren't outraged about the deaths of schoolchildren is that they don't know how to fix it. As Kahan and others have found in repeated studies, Americans see guns not through a lens of 20/20 facts but through an elaborate stained-glass window. Are you a big proponent of authority? If so, you probably see guns as a way to make the world safer - as a form of protection against evil deviants. Same goes for people whose identity is rooted in self-sufficiency. You see guns as a form of independence...
...Bottled-water connoisseur Michael Mascha thinks a restaurant markup for a bottle of mineral water of five to eight times its cost is horrible business. My local self-service Chinese buffet, hardly at the upper end of the culinary spectrum, charges 30p for a glass of tap water. Anyone care to estimate the percentage markup? Graham Bird, LONDON...
...just freshly downed an enormous and rather eclectic meal of grilled lamb, unfrozen peas, two small peanut butter sandwiches on walnut bread, four cheese puffs, two squares of hazelnut-studded dark chocolate, one glass of red wine, and royal mint jelly. Tonight’s dinner menu, alarming enough as a solitary incident, is actually one in a long string of elaborate and unlikely meals I’ve indulged in these last three weeks: despite the occasional visit to the library, I’ve done nothing this summer in New York—the city...