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...chilly spring day, Slavitt stands in front of the Star Market at Somerville’s Twin Cities Plaza, a slowly sinking strip mall. A closed Mars Music store sits entombed at one end of the lot, its windows revealing a dark and empty interior. Drab storefronts advertise a Fleet Bank, Dunkin’ Donuts and SuperCuts. Shoppers carry grocery bags to their cars...
American car owners have a peculiar habit. When we walk out of a mall, blinking and dazed, and realize we've forgotten where we've parked, we scan the parking lot, keys in hand, and ask, "Where am I?" Where am I - because your car, in this country, is you. It expresses your aspirations, your taste, your social class and your virility (or your need to compensate for same). I learned this growing up near Detroit, where people lived for their cars - American cars! - and lived by the GM slogan, "It's not just your car, it's your freedom...
...shape of?no joking?a giant palm tree. Another ambitious resort named the World is being constructed on another man-made island in the form of?naturally?a map of the world. Recently Sheik Mohammed announced plans for Dubailand, a $4.9 billion megaproject that will include the Mall of Arabia, and theme parks called Adventure World, Sports World and Eco-tourism World...
...SENTENCED. MIJAILO MIJAILOVIC, 25, for the fatal stabbing in a shopping mall of Swedish Foreign Minister Anna Lindh; to life in prison; in Stockholm. After confessing in January, Mijailovic told police that voices in his head, among them Jesus Christ's, commanded him to kill the popular politician, but a court ruled he was mentally fit to be sentenced. Insisting that the death was not politically motivated, he testified at his trial two months ago: "I saw Anna Lindh, then the voices came...
...many of us, from a sidewalk-less, SUV-saturated suburbia that is famously inhospitable to walkers. Acquiring our cars was a rite of passage; our high schools were flanked by expanses of asphalt. Most of our walking was done at saunter, as we described long, lazy circuits of the mall. In my hometown, walking seems a dangerous eccentricity; when, at home over winter break, I walked to the end of Main Street, a high-school classmate I hadn’t seen in years pulled over to ask in concerned tones whether I needed a ride. Pundits seeking to explain...