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...miss the fact that the wary father in that picture is looking at us as if he suspects Arbus might be turning him and his wife and kids into emblems for some human condition he's none too interested in symbolizing. Arbus knew how photographers cajole their subjects and occasionally deceive them. But even "concerned" photographers typically make us feel sorry for their suffering subjects, although our pity may be the last thing the subjects ever wanted. No one will ever feel sorry for the sovereign specimen who looms toward us in Mexican dwarf in his hotel room in N.Y.C...
...start in the punk band Heatmiser before turning to a folkier, more reflective solo style. Influenced by Nick Drake and the Beatles, he recorded five CDs of smart, emotionally dark songs that impressed critics, inspired a cult following, and in 1998 won him an Oscar nomination for Miss Misery--one of five of his songs on the Good Will Hunting sound track...
...people, a small town represents something else entirely: a cultural dead end with little to offer beyond the historic walls of the inn where they happen to be trapped. For those folks, who want to enjoy a country-home feel and personalized service but don't want to miss out on museum exhibits and theater tickets, the urban bed-and-breakfast is fast becoming the perfect solution...
...looking closely, it's easy to miss the wi-fi antenna atop San Bruno mountain just south of San Francisco. There are a couple of dozen TV and radio broadcast towers, each about 300 ft. tall, surrounded with chain-link fences and electromagnetic radiation warning signs. The wi-fi antenna is a solitary 18-in. plastic stick that radio engineer Tim Pozar stuck up there on his day off. If it disappeared, fewer than a hundred people would notice. "It takes geeks like me, putting up antennas, to make this work," says Pozar...
...edge of the driveway to fetch a rain-soaked newspaper--and getting an acorn or two wedged between my toes. Instead I jumped onto the Web, touched base with time.com scanned a few hot blogs, checked out the competition and clicked to espn.com for box scores. All without missing a beat or a drop of breakfast cereal. What I did miss, however, was the screaming of an infant in her high chair and the smoke of a small fire in the toaster...