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...environment. As those in poor countries dream of the same freedom of movement that the wealthy have enjoyed for a century, oil's polluting effects will only get worse. The number of cars in Beijing, for example, is growing 15% a year, contributing to the yellowy-gray haze that often envelops the city...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Kicking the Big-Car Habit | 9/20/2004 | See Source »

...preparation, Braff had Portman watch one of his favorite films, Harold and Maude. Like that movie, Garden State quickly establishes an off-kilter tone, using odd pacing and such surrealistic touches as the giant pet cemetery in Portman's character's backyard to create a marijuana-like haze between the main character and his surroundings. "I love stuff that's totally realistic, then dips across the line," he says. "Sometimes I crossed the line...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Movies: Zach Braff Has A Big Laugh | 7/26/2004 | See Source »

...time strolling around the secretive gardens of Westminster, pressing my camera against the iron of Buckingham Palace, throwing my lanky frame around an exorbitant mega-disco, spinning dumbly at the continuous vroom of oblivious Ferraris. A few years ago, staring despondently across Kensington Gardens through a late spring haze, I found myself looking into the far reaches of the old, overgrown empire—fertile Punjab farms, the plains of Kenya, the plantations of Virginia. The finished postcard canvas was cold and foreboding: Ferraris and investment banks and high manners alongside Wordsworth’s thronged alleys; abject poverty beside...

Author: By Alexander L. Pasternack, | Title: London Lanes | 6/25/2004 | See Source »

When I began writing, my life was in a bizarre state. The first real death in my life had occurred just weeks prior, and I still lived in a haze that resided between the real world and memories of the night my grandfather died. I hadn’t been able to really leave my room for a couple weeks, struck every time by remembrance. When I did leave my room, I thought of the night I ran after a cab to take me to the hospital. Memories were everywhere...

Author: By Jessica T. Lee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Boston Lee Party: Screwup Couldn't Stop Me | 6/10/2004 | See Source »

...nights at the Grille and flirtation floated amid hours spent in my room, waiting for something to break the haze. A friend of mine broke it, and he knows who he is. Convinced that it would distract me from my collapse, he brought me to a sports meeting. Surrounded by boys, I felt more comfortable in my loneliness, and somehow I had picked up a story before I left the building...

Author: By Jessica T. Lee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Boston Lee Party: Screwup Couldn't Stop Me | 6/10/2004 | See Source »

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