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...Vegas was created as the world's first experiential duty-free zone, a place dedicated to the anti-Puritan pursuit of instant gratification -- no waiting, no muss, no fuss. In the '30s, Nevada was famous for its uniquely quick and easy marriage (and divorce) laws. And although a certain kind of demented Barbie and Ken still make it a point to stage their weddings in Las Vegas (158,470 people married there in 1992, a majority of them out-of- staters), it is now an atavistic impulse, since the marriage and divorce laws in the rest of the U.S. have...
...there's a no-muss new method: using a $3 million combination of industrial-grade lasers, you can vaporize the skin right off the potatoes as they fly through a funnel at the rate of 1,800 a minute. This laser surgery for spuds, designed by researchers at Battelle Memorial Institute in Columbus, works even better on tomatoes, a key commodity for catsup-making Heinz, which owns the still experimental technology. Ore-Ida won't update its recipe for peeling potatoes until the price of lasers, already declining, drops even more. Any commercial use of laser peeling is at least...
Long seen as a symbol of button- down regimentation, white shirts are back in style. -- No fuss, no muss: video pets are here...
Running neck and neck with Gephardt are Michael Dukakis and Paul Simon. Dukakis, in particular, remains formidable with his no-fuss, no-muss campaign style. "Dukakis gets the safe-driver award of this campaign," concedes David Axelrod, Simon's media adviser. "He never goes more than 40 miles an hour, but he never gets into any accidents." Dukakis unveiled last week a series of ! skillfully produced television ads, designed to convey passion without committing him to specifics beyond Democratic Party boiler plate. In one TV spot, picture-perfect toddlers gambol in front of an oversize flag as a toy piano...
...course no one stood a chance against Miss Texas. Who sat with the quiet assurance of a Born Champion in the corner of the dressing room. Who never once reached for the rouge nor deigned to muss her hair. Who kept her pretty hands folded in her tea-and-cookies lap and looked at the camera with the half-lidded eyes of a well-fed, well-bred, fine-tuned Siamese...