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...chimpanzees do--most of our fur grows in an "extravagant topknot" on our heads. In the context of the wider animal kingdom, this is a bizarre, even perverse evolutionary innovation. We also have more sweat glands than any other animal on earth--we can sweat almost a gallon an hour. We don't think of ourselves as poisonous, but our mouths are as full of noxious, infectious bacteria as is a Komodo dragon's, and a human bite can be seriously toxic...
...Britain may be small - and its press sometimes small-minded - but Hare has helped stretch its artistic influence across the Atlantic. His plays set theater fans buzzing in both London and New York City; most recently The Vertical Hour, a look at the Anglo-American political and cultural divide, and before it, Stuff Happens, about the run-up to the Iraq war in the White House. In 2007, Hare directed Vanessa Redgrave on Broadway in a well-received adaptation of Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking. And his screenplays are like catnip to the Hollywood A-list...
...Harry's appetite for the nightlife is as healthy as any 24-year-old's. Tabloids follow his outings with glee, reporting multi-hour benders and make-out sessions with celebrities that are impossible to verify. According to The Sun and other papers, Harry has been on a 10-and-a-half hour bender, stolen CDs from a DJ, groped women in public and taken his clothes...
...think the judge decided to allow Madoff to remain out on bail? Because the conditions already imposed on Madoff are quite stringent. He is on a 24-hour house arrest with an electronic bracelet and round-the-clock monitoring of his building by a security firm. That's as strict as you can get without detention. Also, the terms of the bail in the civil case, not the criminal case, prohibited Madoff from moving assets. Monday's bail hearing pertained to the criminal case...
...smell of baked ham and soggy lettuce on a dry nine-grain bun doesn’t typically make my mouth water, but shortly into my 2 hour, 21 minute flight home for Christmas, it sounded utterly delicious. “Excuse me, sir,” said the flight attendant. “Would you like some lunch today?” For a moment, I was disoriented—there was no five dollar price tag attached to the offer, only an enticing lunch box on her outstretched arm. And I had been addressed politely, an antiquated notion...