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...that it was ill-conceived and unfair. Issued in mid-November by the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, but first reported by the Washington Post Tuesday, the advisory offers a modern interpretation of a 30-year-old policy. Business groups and some prominent Republican lawmakers blasted it as a narrow-minded interpretation of an arcane rule, forcing Labor secretary Alexis Herman to say it was only meant as a response to an inquiring firm...
...comment in your story that particularly caught my eye was made by Columbine football player Evan Todd. He justified the teasing of the "rejects" by calling them "homos." The picture he painted reflects the narrow-minded and offensive climate that fills Columbine High. It is comments like Todd's that fuel the anger, embarrassment and feelings of inadequacy of people like Harris and Klebold, because these youngsters do not fit the acceptable mold. To say as others do that "the whole social-cruelty angle was overblown" is ridiculous. As a senior in high school, I have watched for the past...
Fleming, Watson and Crick, the Wright Brothers, Farnsworth, Turing, Shockley, Fermi, Oppenheimer, Noyce--any of them could be, conceivably, a justifiable although somewhat narrow choice for Person of the Century. Fortunately, a narrow choice is not necessary...
...flat on its face," asserts one person. Bezos dismisses the comment. "We have a ton of doubters, and the fact of the matter is, we don't try to convince them," he says, pointing out that he will start making a profit when the "cone of opportunity" begins to narrow--that is, when there's no room left for more competitors to enter. The questions go on for 15 minutes. What does your house look like? (It's lovely, and we are amazingly fortunate to live there, he replies, pointing out that until four months ago, he and MacKenzie...
They get out near Jovellanos, and we never get their names. In Jovellanos, a medium-size adobe town of narrow streets, we get lost, quickly and irrevocably. At a street corner, there appears beside us a man on a bicycle. He knows where to go, he says--just follow him. We rumble behind him and his bike at 15 m.p.h., the streets full of onlookers watching our parade--left turn, right, left, left, right, left, 10 minutes and there we are, back on the main road. He points ahead, toward the on-ramp...