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...uniforms? Does the team send out disturbing subliminal messages ("Hi, we're the Duke basketball team. Let us delight you with the sound of our nails running down a chalkboard")? The root of this loathing remains a mystery, although I suspect it may have something to do with the team's incorrigibly clean, slightly privileged image - and its annoying tendency...
...manifests itself not just in the generation gap but in the connection dwindling between old faces, old places, our old centers of gravity. Whereas my first year I was delighted to know that the sister of my brother's high school shop teacher told my mother to tell me "hi," now the reference arouses not just my nostalgia but also my fear of forgetting names...
Clinton is now in a hurry to get to a health-subcommittee hearing, but 10 yds. from the SENATORS ONLY elevator she meets her first intercept of the day--a young woman from Watertown, N.Y., who rushes up to shake her hand. "Hi, dear, how are you!" Clinton gushes. "I was just in Watertown yesterday." Next comes a New York City stockbroker skeptical of the Bush tax cut, then a delegation from Kyrgyzstan, then an environmental lobbyist. It happens whenever she walks about Capitol Hill--scandal or no, Hillary remains a celebrity. Most Senators have aides brief them during walks...
...most business-minded students here, there are three categories of jobs in the real world: I-banking, consulting and other ("Hi, I'm concentrating in economics and--when I graduate--would like to pursue a career in other"). While I'm not denigrating I-banking and consulting, they are considerably more risk-averse and hierarchical than some of us would like. What's more, they are just plain easy--easy to obtain since so many of them recruit on campus, and easy to carry out, since the requirements of I-banking and consulting entry level jobs are well within...
...Hi. Can I get my picture with you?" cries one fresh-faced teenager after another. Unsmilingly, Sharpton stands immersed, then battles through to a clear spot on the terrace. Undeterred, the kids follow him until Sharpton finally launches into his riff against Bush's inauguration - at which point the novelty wears off for his young admirers, and all that is left is a gaggle of lower-rung journalists. Eventually Sharpton's savior (a CNN correspondent) shows up, and Al lights up like a 250-watt bulb...