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...best friends with these people just because we had a jazzy talent show act or we shared a slice of pizza or two, each experience was a stepping off point to a deeper, more emotional bond. Even though it may be as superficial as a volleyball game or a mad shopping spree, there was always something concrete--an event that I could label--that drew me towards each of my best friends. Only after I spent time with each friend did the trust, shared feelings and dreams, the true ingredients of friendship, factor into the equation...
...evening fits the disposition of Britons, most of whom plan to stay home on New Year's Eve, according to a survey of 100,000 by the department store Selfridges. "It reflects the mood of the '90s," says Selfridges marketing manager Nicola Lloyd. "People don't need to go mad. They just want a night to remember with family and friends...
Unlike Britons, whose concerns about what they eat have been on the rise ever since "mad cow disease" (even though it had nothing to do with genetic engineering), Americans have seemed indifferent to g.m. foods. Not that they have much choice: half of all soybeans, about a third of the corn crop and substantial quantities of the potatoes grown in the U.S. come from plants that have been genetically altered. And many more g.m.s are in the offing, including alfalfa, lettuce, broccoli and cabbage--if there's a market for them. Some skittish U.S. farmers now say they may plant...
...many people, too few things," Lurie thinks afterward. "What there is must go into circulation ... Not human evil, just a vast circulatory system, to whose workings pity and terror are irrelevant. That is how one must see life in this country: in its schematic aspect. Otherwise one could go mad...
...yellows and pinks, its muted greens and blacks are autumnal; a pure buzz of nature's prodigious, generative force. And then, just one floor below, is this: a towering partition plastered with Warhol's hot pink and green wallpaper covered with cows' heads, like an advertisement for milk gone mad. On it, in clashing hues, is the artist's portrait of Elvis, gun drawn, off register, multiplied by four like a drunken vision. He stares you down, that famously curling lip, with all the swagger and pow of Pop's sardonic message: how a world of glossy goods and superstars...