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...neither. In the end, though, it’s still a “Cinderella” story, which was acknowledged both by the very receptive audience and the same paparazzo snagging a last photo of the bride as the curtain came down. As Cinderella evolves from dreamy chamber-maiden into social royalty, she progresses, with thrilling parallelism, from soft canvas slippers to Swarovski-encrusted pointe shoes. The resulting three-act trajectory surely served as the first foray into the world of tutus and tiaras for many wide-eyed girls in the audience...
Kohler: There's something about the whole story, something about "The Ship of Dreams," - quite literally the most opulent passenger liner - that sank on its maiden voyage. Everything about this wreck was big including the passenger list. It had the elite societies, the richest of the rich. And conversely, it had the poorest of the poor. People who left everything behind, looking for a new life. And when that ship sank, the heavy hand of the sea cut right across them all. The poorest of the poor drowned and died the same as the richest of the rich. And although...
...password retrieval system for Virgin America's Elevate frequent-flyer program, one of several a user may be prompted to answer in order to verify his or her identity. But it's not just Richard Branson's own quirky take on the standard "What's your mother's maiden name?" query, widely used for verification purposes by many banks and e-mail services. These days, security questions are getting more creative because they have to. As we make more and more personal information freely available online via our blogs, Facebook profiles, Flickr photos and Twitter, security questions based on biographical...
...some Internet security consultants advise choosing answers that are correct, but with a twist, which could be as simple as a few numbers at the end of a maiden name, or a pet's name spelled backward...
...Dash dropped his yellow duckie, a powerfully built young man in Row 57 obligingly returned it. Another man played peekaboo, his forearms bulging as his hands uncovered his grinning face. Then, a female traveler who - how shall I put this? - was built rather more solidly than the average Thai maiden, gave my son a friendly wink. I began to suspect something. I looked at one of the men and raised my arms, miming a barbell ascending skyward. He nodded, cheerfully. Dashiell's in-flight babysitters, it turned out, were none other than the Thai Olympic weightlifting team...