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...George W. is doing much the same thing. The rule doesn't apply to the Democrats this time because Gore, with his welter of proposals, is already fighting the general election, and the gauzy Bill Bradley is, as always, playing by his own rules. Gore's pollster, Mark Penn, notes that when voters are asked about Bush's stands on specific issues such as abortion (he is pro-life), his ratings drop. Gore hopes to bury Bush's style with his substance. "The problem with that strategy," says consultant Hank Sheinkopf, a veteran of Clinton/Gore '96, "is that...
CEOS rely on that mystique, and on the legions of eager Webbie wannabes it attracts, to keep costs in line; very few new-media firms pay overtime or bonuses. "I see so many dawns it is ridiculous," says Mark Oren, 25, an information-systems architect at IXL, an e-commerce-solutions company based in New York City, "consecutive days where it's 5, 6 a.m. and I'm finally going home." And the salaries, while decent, are hardly stratospheric. A New York New Media Association study found that high-tech jobs paid an average of $37,212 a year, tough...
Harvard students are a strange, strange breed. Basically, the admissions officers go through the applicant pool each year and choose the 2,000 students most likely to make a mark on the world. Some of these students may also possess well-developed social skills, but that's really beside the point. Most of your classmates will be determined to succeed at any cost--a noble precept in itself, but not one that makes for a warm and friendly social atmosphere...
When a man becomes a father, he is suddenly inflated to the size of the Sta-Puf Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters. His shoes don't fit; his hatband leaves a mark. He can barely see his feet, at which his children gather, look up and can barely see his head. And the weight! I have tried to dredge my father from his ocean floor for nearly 25 years, since he went down, at the fairly young age of 67. In a decade or so, I will be older that he is, or was, yet I come no closer to reaching...
...Steinway--was laid out. The robot rolled out my door, hung a left and cruised down the hall about 50 ft. to Stein's office, where it made another left and entered. A few seconds later a short, high-pitched scream (not robotic) indicated that Cye had found its mark. Upon inspection, I saw Stein standing on his sofa. "I fear it," he said, pointing at the orange robot. After Cye mastered the Steinway ("learning" the placement of walls and natural barriers, such as piles of discarded newspapers), I could automatically recall it to my office. From then...