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...norm, screaming is assumed appropriate, and broken bottles signify accomplishment rather than an accident. Definitively immoderate and possibly injurious, raging is an angry exertion, one neither easy on the lungs nor the liver. But the questions remain: Why did having fun become so furious? And what are we so mad at?It could just be the alcohol. Rage denotes drink and drinking portends problems. Doesn’t being under the influence basically beget a brawl? We don’t drink because we’re angry, the logic goes, we’re angry because we drink...

Author: By Victoria Ilyinsky, | Title: “Love to Hatred Turned?” | 10/2/2006 | See Source »

...began to gag in my throat. Although other viewers of this film may find their laughter dying earlier, possibly when a home-schooled child is being instructed the earth is just 6,000 years old and that its warming is, like evolution, a myth perpetrated on the faithful by mad science. Or when Harry Potter and the gang at Hogwarts are talked about as the devil's disciple...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Portrait of Desecrated Childhood | 9/29/2006 | See Source »

...think it can, with at least one key caveat: Estonia needs to resolve its shortage of labor. "We are running out of people," says Craig Rawlings, president of the American Chamber of Commerce in Tallinn. He recounts a tale of two foreign-owned machinery factories, now in a mad fight for each other's engineers. And it's not just foreigners who are feeling the pinch. Estonian doctors, nurses, construction workers and bus drivers are all being lured to higher-paid jobs abroad, leaving some gaping holes at home. Still, for 15 years, Estonia has shown that it can improvise...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Getting It Right | 9/28/2006 | See Source »

...opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Pythonostalgia! | 9/26/2006 | See Source »

...tossed and turned in the early hours of Independence Day, the simple truth of the psychologist's words hit me. It was true: I was mad at myself for failing to pull off a clean sweep. And it was that anger that was preventing me from savoring the achievement of a lifetime: saving my own skin and that of three others. My failure to get rid of the grenade before it exploded was only the first in a long list of wrongs I would have to pardon before I could finally put the ordeal behind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: How I Lost My Hand But Found Myself | 9/24/2006 | See Source »

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