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ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER, 52, California PROS 6 ft. 2 in., 215 lbs.; former Mr. World, Mr. Olympia and Mr. Universe; reported to have pumped 100 tons in a day; drives a Harley-Davidson; can't do comedy; quips that putting milk in coffee is for "wusses." CONS Occasional flare-ups of arthritis; has had heart surgery; favors Hawaiian shirts; unofficial slogan "Hasta la vista, baby!" now used mostly for comic effect...
...year-old Harley-Davidson enthusiast proposed bequeathing his right arm, which bears tattoos of the Harley logo and Willy G. Davidson's signature, to the company archives. (The company declined the offer...
...provided fodder for everything from a failed Broadway musical to Jackie Susann's trash classics to a fictionalized portrait in Miller's play After the Fall. Marilyn's media-drenched image as a tragic dumb blond has become an American archetype, along with the Marlboro Man and the Harley-straddling wild one. Yet biographical trauma, even when packed with celebrities, cannot account for Marilyn's enduring stature as a goddess and postage stamp. Jacqueline Onassis will be remembered for her timeline, for her participation in events and marriages that mesmerized the planet. Marilyn seems far less factual, more Cinderella...
...much the world has changed in the past decade? Log on to the Internet, launch a search engine and type in the word enquire (British spelling, please). You'll get about 30,000 hits. It turns out you can "enquire" about nearly anything online these days, from used Harley Davidsons for sale in Sydney, Australia ("Enquire about touring bikes. Click here!"), to computer-training-by-e-mail courses in India ("Where excellence is not an act but a habit"). Click once to go to a site in Nairobi and enquire about booking shuttle reservations there. Click again...
Emerging into the neon lights and raucous zinging of a pint-sized "Himalayan" roller coaster, I suddenly regretted wearing my pea-coat and wool slacks, an appropriate ensemble for my earlier Lit and Arts section, but out of place among the Harley Davidson insignia. My ears absorbed a multitude of noises and frequencies as I scanned the warehouse-sized Emporium: the smack of a baseball in the adjacent batting cage, electronic screams from a blood-and-guts video game, and the monotonous voice of a televised sports commentator. The hubub was mesmerizing and dizzying...