Word: knowed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...sexes are confronted daily with the same kinds of hard choices: Do the fun thing or what your tribe considers the moral one? Go for security or adventure, sex or a handshake? And both sexes appear to have the same internal equipment for making these choices, equipment that we know as conscience or free will. But from a femaleist point of view, the whole business of difference is getting a little old: Different from whom? And how did he get to be the standard for the human race...
...lock-the-doors identity crisis. They fire a gentleman who represented the class of the past, and they bring in Rodman's history of tormenting coaches and alienating teammates with tardiness and demon-seed weirdness. Before he'd even put on a uniform, Rodman said the Lakers "don't know the game of basketball." And since they'd fired Harris, Rodman volunteered to coach, saying that'd be something, him coming out in "a pimp-daddy...
...beat your spouse). And no, the media don't want to interview him about the time he tried to wrest control of a Vietnamese meditation group called Vo Vi (his critics said he proclaimed himself God; Tran says he left to pursue a simpler life). Rather, they want to know why he is the target of one of the most heated displays of Asian-American anger ever seen...
...RRATA: I'd like to congratulate the hundreds of people who won last week's Catch Quittner Err contest--the folks who correctly noted that 3Com's PalmPilot does not run Windows CE, as was stated. Indeed, as someone who owns a Pilot, I know the machine's genius derives from its own operating system, Palm OS. I should have caught the error when it found its way into my copy, but I didn't. However, only four of you noticed the other blooper: the captions under the Sharp Mobilon Pro and Tripad were inadvertently swapped. Shame...
...fully as Felix Nadar's photographs recorded the artistic elites of the 1850s and '60s. Ingres loved doing portraits--and hated it. It was both hackwork and the vehicle of some of his highest instincts as an artist. It drove him crazy: "I don't know how to draw anymore," this greatest of 19th century draftsmen moaned to a friend. "I don't know anything anymore. A portrait of a woman! Nothing in the world is more difficult; it's not doable. I'm starting it over. It's enough to make a man cry." And he undoubtedly meant...