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...weeks after my husband died last year, I gave in to the opinion that I should seek counseling. I sat in a psychiatrist's office crying while she tapped away on her laptop and asked such ridiculous questions as "Are you depressed?" and "Are you sad?" My responses were along the lines of "My husband just died. Aren't I supposed to feel this way?" She declared I was - surprise! - clinically depressed and shoved a few prescriptions at me. I took them for about two weeks until I realized I needed to feel the grief. I threw out the pills...
...ceiling or aren't they? In 2004, he began a study that he hoped would provide the answer. At the university's electrophysiology clinic, surgeons implant cardioverter-defibrillators in patients at high risk of sudden death. In the process, cardiac arrest is induced. Greyson arranged for a laptop computer, displaying a series of images, to be stationed near the ceiling, where only an elevated being could see the screen. As ingenious as it was, the investigation flopped. Greyson and his team reported last December that while cardiac arrest had been induced in 52 patients, none reported leaving...
...accessories last year, still entice shoppers with free overnight shipping. But that's a big expense for any business to swallow. So more often than not, consumers pay a premium to get goods shipped, and then spend anxious days waiting for their new bathing suit, DVD box set or laptop computer to arrive...
...them on flights that last more than 15 hours. At dead of night, near the Himalayas, I wake up and enjoy a lunch made up of the cookies and sandwiches I stashed away in my carry-on bag while sitting in an airline lounge some continents ago. My laptop, I realize, is in a left-luggage office in one country, my suitcase is in a hotel storage closet in another, and I and my few valuables seem to be in a third...
...meticulously applied makeup - starts to describe an island that everyone is talking about off the east coast of Thailand. It has great diving, she says, and lots of Chinese there so you don't have to worry about language. Her friend Vicky Yang is hunched over a borrowed laptop, downloading an e-mail from a pesky client on her cell phone. An actuary at a consulting firm, Vicky needs to close a project tonight. While she phones a colleague, the dinner-table conversation moves on to snowboarding ("I must have fallen a hundred times") to the relative merits of various...