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...thousands of the school's fans would have flown to Detroit to spend money. All of that cash is a windfall to the struggling state - without the Final Four, none of those Californians and UCLA fans throughout the nation were heading to Michigan to hang out for the weekend (OK, a handful might have family or some other reason to make the trip). For the Michigan State fan who spends a couple of hundred extra dollars at the Final Four, that's money he would have spent somewhere in the state at some point anyway. He might have even spent...
...familiar classics, many of the YouTube clips selected by Kutiman, when viewed apart from one another, are ... well... bunk. Who wants to watch - or, for that matter, hear - a vintage fire siren wailing away on a piece of plywood? Or a Cuban percussion instrument made from a gourd. OK, that one is kinda cool, but footage of a trombone recital recorded by an unsteady, possibly intoxicated cameraman? No, thank you. In the Israeli maestro's hands, though, such raw material becomes ... well... awesome. See for yourself...
...pays for bank presidents to say the most positive things that they can about their firms. They have the benefit of SEC rules that say it is OK to talk about the future as long as there are no guarantees given. In other words, CEOs are allowed to guess without getting into trouble as long as they do not turn their guesses into formal forecasts. In the world of corporate governance it is one of the great "get out of jail free" cards...
...FlyBy cannot find the Kirkland and Winthrop contingents. They may be just inside...but that's weak sauce. Dunster is here though, as this moose below has been using his megaphone for evil rather than good, relentlessly heckling every passerby with gems like, "It's OK, it's raining, no one can see you crying," and "Your umbrella can't hide that ugly shirt...
Well, not really. But Somerville recently purchased 50 BigBelly cans of the Wall-E sort. You know, the kind that squishes incoming trash in cute little cubes, emits aww-inducing mechanical noises, and...well, ok, they're not that adorable. They just text message the waste management people when they're full of crap...