Word: inks
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...thing works by constantly beaming low-frequency radio signals to the computer, telling where it is. That way, Windows knows where you want the cursor to be even before you touch the screen. Once you do put pen to virtual paper, a pressure sensor starts the flow of digital ink. Journal takes note of the pen's position 133 times a second, so the line looks very smooth...
...George W. Bush has promised to do whatever it takes to prevent UAL machinists from going on strike and finishing off ailing giant United, and other bigs like American, Continental and Delta say they?ll make it through - but even high-flying Southwest is expected to bleed red ink this quarter. Before September 11, regional jets and small, nimble carriers were already eating away at the debt-ridden big guys' share of the skies. After Sept. 11, it's starting to look like the comet and the dinosaurs, and this holiday should provide most of the dust...
Throughout the airline industry these days, red ink is pouring the way champagne once did in first class. United is leading the way down, losing $15 million a day and warning last month it would "perish" without a cash infusion. Even with the government's $15 billion post-Sept. 11 bailout, industry watchers are predicting a shakeout that could ground some big carriers permanently. "It's a horrible picture," says ABN AMRO airline analyst Ray Neidl. "And the fourth quarter will be uglier than the third...
Today, the greatest danger to stability doesn’t come from rogue nations or evil empires, but from “states of concern” where the ink on the social contract isn’t dry, quasi-nations whose borders are just lines on a dead British general’s map. After all, what is a United Nations peacekeeping mission but an alliance of the states against the non-states? The line between “nation-building” and our national interest, drawn so often by Bush during the campaign, is looking blurrier...
...Bluemound represents the epitome of extreme movie goddess worship: a smitten fan constructs a series of actual physical replicates of the star in various positions for his own erotic purposes. And in Manganese Dioxide Dreams the narrator pleasurably views his own stool specimens as if they were the ink blots of a Rorschach test. Yet no matter how far out Tanizaki goes, his narrative powers rarely diminish, always drawing the reader along with felicitous phrases or pithy descriptions such as: "The slum spread over the district like an overturned trash...