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...people's fear of China has been real, but it has been mostly out of ignorance about the country itself. The people in Hong Kong are getting ready to dispel this prejudice once and for all with integration. After 1997, the sort of brutal, uncompromising consumer modernism that has hung over generations of Hong Kong people as a result of a century of colonial laissez-faire will conflict with and subsequently conquer China's political culture. Economic reform promises a new (and better) China because the market will force China into a reasonable discourse with the rest of the world...

Author: By Kit Mui, | Title: After '97, A Greater China | 4/16/1997 | See Source »

...Still, Hung says, soy milk is a worthy all-natural alternative to sodas and other high-calorie beverages...

Author: By Geoffrey C. Upton, | Title: Soy to the World | 4/12/1997 | See Source »

...There's no magic in soy milk," Hung says. "I wouldn't promote it as a replacement for skim milk. If you're looking for something nutritious that doesn't have a lot of calories, this is good...

Author: By Geoffrey C. Upton, | Title: Soy to the World | 4/12/1997 | See Source »

...years later, a girl came running into Mr. Covino's fifth grade class, heralding through mask of shock and sweat that the Challenger had exploded just moments after liftoff. A mood of solemnity hung over Grafflin Elementary School that afternoon and it lingered for several days. Parents and teachers related how they had learned of the Kennedy assassination in a similar fashion. Sometime later that year, a current events-minded teacher took a poll, and my classmates voted the Challenger incident to be the most important news story...

Author: By Gabriel B. Eber, | Title: The Naked Comet | 4/12/1997 | See Source »

...halls had been abuzz with tales of sightings for days, and Harvard's armchair astronomers regaled whoever would listen with hyperbole and an occasional fact. Not wanting to miss out on the chance of four millennia, I turned my eyes skyward yet again. The same pea-sized white blob hung in the sky, and it was only after I cleaned my eyeglasses that I was convinced it was indeed a comet and not a piece of lint from the laundry room--piece of lint whose death toll was presently 39. I shared my disappointment with a companion, but her reverence...

Author: By Gabriel B. Eber, | Title: The Naked Comet | 4/12/1997 | See Source »

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