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...invite-only retail experience.” In this “Final Club” of hipster gear, members can lounge and check out limited release items, which are not open to the public. If you’re tired of American Apparel creepsters and Urban Outfitter knock-offs, Concepts—with a well designed store, helpful employees, and cutting-edge product—will be a welcomed addition to Harvard Square retail. Hopefully the future will bring more stores following this “concept” and fewer burrito joints. —Staff writer Andrew...
...county tax collector. Tonight he has passed out some 3,000 flyers. At the Obama rally six days ago he had given out 5,000 and ran out of them. Running an "insurgent" campaign against a longtime incumbent, he has thrown in his lot with Obama. "I can knock on 50 doors in two hours or I can train 200 Obama supporters to go to the caucuses," Maxey says. What does he expect on Tuesday? "A wipeout," he says as Bill Clinton gives one last wave to the crowd and leaves the quadrangle...
Floridians could not have been caught more unaware by Tuesday's massive, afternoon-long blackout. Although temperatures have been unseasonably high this month, they were hardly torrid enough to overload the peninsula's air conditioners. It wasn't hurricane season, either, when tropical storms regularly knock out power lines. It was a tranquil, balmy afternoon by the beach - the sort of "paradise" so many thousands of people migrate here for each winter...
...glittering objects and monuments of China to the men and women who made them." To that end, he's a sapient guide through not only the bustling, state-regulated markets, but back down the production line to the small private workshops where many of the goods - some of them knock-offs of wares made in larger imperial facilities - were produced by conscripts, convicts and slaves as well as free artisans...
...swear by. No—it was what I would describe as reconstituted space pizza, in a personal-sized tin trays. But it was pizza. And I was an easily pleased second grader, who didn’t think past the fact that a boy would soon try to knock me off the monkey bars onto spiky tanbark during recess...