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...human family will never make the journey to wisdom while chained to the dogma of zealots. If the good, the tolerant, the compassionate and the god-free do not speak up soon, evil is going to win. But before it does, maybe somewhere there is someone who can speak loud enough to save the life of one baby's mother. TIM AKEY St. Louis...
...people must have known how to find the emergency exits. A safety engineer by training and an executive in risk management at Aon, George was almost comically consumed with accident prevention. He evangelized about helmets and seat belts; he even had a decibel meter that he used to measure loud music lest anyone perforate an eardrum. Hilary's dad was just a little late getting home. Maybe he was buried in the rubble, suffering from amnesia, or his cell phone was broken. Sometimes even engineers had mechanical failures...
When she wakes, she prays again. She feels a bit better. She will probably be found, she thinks. She prays more, and then she opens her eyes and hears voices. "I'm here!" she screams as loud as she can. "Hey! I'm right here!" A rescue worker responds, "Do you see the light?" She doesn't, so she bangs a chunk of stone against the concrete over her. The rescuers find the noise. When she reaches her left hand out through an opening, one of the workers can grab it. OH GOD, THANK...
...from a particular online catalog company in the lobby of their building, mothers to talk about a new laundry detergent at their kids' little-league games and commuters to play with a new PDA on the train home. Jonathan Ressler, 38, who founded Big Fat (one look at the loud, hulking New Jersey native, he says, and you will know where the name comes from), calls such maneuvers "brand baiting." He adds, "Buzz doesn't happen by accident. This is just real-life product placement...
That kind of humor, along with Eve's delivery, as loud and rhythmic as the whirr of a helicopter blade, sets Eve-Olution above 2002's mediocre crop of hip-hop CDs. The beats are merely competent, never original enough to stand on their own, but Eve-Olution's worst point, inadvertently suggested by its name, is its self-righteous social Darwinism, an outlook voiced 9 million times in hip-hop. "I got to win at any cost," Eve raps on Satisfaction, and she won't tolerate jealousy from those who haven't made it. She's witty and talented...