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...that point the home team was at the bottom of the lobbying league. California's Silicon Valley remains home to the high-tech industry's loudest political megaphone, TechNet. Based in Palo Alto, it gives campaign donations in roughly equal proportions to Republicans and Democrats and serves as a clearinghouse for information and policy proscriptions about the new economy. But Chuck Manatt's pleading and Mark Bisnow's bus tour persuaded the upstart firms in Virginia and Maryland to band together to give TechNet a run for its PAC money. Led by AOL, Washington-area tech companies formed CapNet last...
European governments have been howling the loudest over Washington's plans to build a missile shield. They worry about its high cost and about being left out of any defense system the U.S. deploys. But it may be Asia that ends up pulling the rug out from under the son of Star Wars...
...oppose a candidate. For example, a group called Citizens for Better Medicare, which spent about $30 million on ads opposing Bill Clinton's proposal for extending Medicare to cover prescription drugs, is funded by pharmaceutical companies but won't say which ones. House majority whip Tom DeLay, the loudest congressional opponent of shining a light on 527 groups, is tied to a more opaque one called the Republican Majority Issues Coalition, which has vowed to spend up to $25 million supporting the G.O.P. in the upcoming election--but won't say where the dough is being raised or exactly...
...satisfied with U.S. economic support, his answer is, "Absolutely not." He is blunt about Morocco's relations with Algeria, which he cites for prolonging the dispute over the Western Sahara. The King refuses to take part in a meeting that simply becomes "a contest on who will speak the loudest." Yet he is not above praising Algeria's President for his sense of humor...
...primary colors of Harvard--green grass, red brick, white mortar and trim, blue river through the iron gates. Upperclassmen lay quietly on the lawn talking or reading books, a social world apart from the forced friendliness (and friend-lessness) of the Yard. From the middle of the biggest and loudest group, Dave waved me over. He was surprisingly attractive and had a delicious smile, and his friends were the same. Dave introduced me to all these glamorous gay men and funny, lively women and right then I fell uncritically in love--with Dave, with his friends, with all the juniors...