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...only visited the country a few times - to pick up their passports and presumably to finalize their contracts. But that hasn't dampened their enthusiasm for their adopted country. When "Geor" and "Gia" advanced to the semifinals with a win over a Dutch duo on Aug. 18, the mop-haired Terceiro bounded into the stands to do a little Brazilian-style samba underneath the red-and-white Georgian flag...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Year of the Mercenary Athlete | 8/19/2008 | See Source »

...street until he's in front of the parade viewer, high-fives her and yells, "I'm Al Franken! Running for Senate! Help me out!" He'll zigzag the length of the parade, sprinting forward and backward, an intern trailing behind him with a towel so he can mop the sweat off his face. Between the end of June and Labor Day, nearly every town in Minnesota has a parade. Franken is in very good shape...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Not So Funny | 8/14/2008 | See Source »

...small ways, we've been trying to mop up our CO2 deluge for a while. It's true enough that if you plant a tree, you clean the air, because trees do take carbon out of the sky--but only a little and not for long. The moment a tree dies, it usually begins to release the carbon it absorbed, and logging and burning only accelerate that process. So scientists are thinking bigger thoughts: Is it possible to increase the oceans' capacity to absorb carbon--without making the water so acidic it dissolves corals? Is it possible to scrub...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Mopping Up the CO2 Deluge | 7/3/2008 | See Source »

Design Innovation: Stuffed a mop into...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Man Buried in a Pringles Can | 6/4/2008 | See Source »

...unpleasant autumn day and I was having a particularly disastrous senior fall. I walked back to Dunster, as per usual spilling coffee on myself and stepping in puddles on an uneven DeWolfe Street, and found that my eight male roommates had used the last of our toilet paper to mop up beer. I curled up on our futon and cried, cursing womanhood, the Cambridge weather, and Crimson-induced stress...

Author: By Kristina M. Moore | Title: My So-Called Senior Year | 6/4/2008 | See Source »

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