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...promote world peace from the comfort of your bed. Launched on Sept. 4, 2002, by a home-made venture known only as Pretzel Publishing, www.masturbateforpeace.com advocates a self-loving form of protest to the possible war with Iraq. With slogans like “touch your sack, not Iraq” and “rub your snake for peace’s sake,” the site is a solid indicator that a community of pornographic peace-niks is alive and well on the Internet...
...masturbateforpeace.com spokesperson claims the site is especially pertinent to America’s institutions for higher learning. “College students are renowned for both their love of peace and their masturbatory zeal,” a Pretzel Publishing spokesperson writes in an e-mail...
Marine brides find themselves alone soon enough. Take Sally Brown, 22. She's a legal receptionist whose husband of two years shipped out last week to man his gunnery position on top of an amphibious Amtrak vehicle. Now her stomach is a pretzel. He couldn't even tell her where he was going. "I have no idea when I'm going to hear from him again," she says. Like a lot of other military wives, she goes from petrified to patriotic to pissed. "Bush is doing this because of his father," she charges. "That's the only reason. Would Bush...
...history department one-upped Romance languages with two platters (albeit black plastic ones) of about 100 white and dark chocolate-covered strawberries. Assorted soda, wafer sandwiches, Goldfish crackers, pretzels, gingersnaps, oatmeal raisin cookies and peanut butter cookies were served along with the same selection of Pepperidge Farm cookies that Romance languages had. Although the history department did lose on presentation—the Pepperidge Farm cookies were served in their paper ruffles and the pretzels in their plastic bag—the luxurious spread of foods did cause history concentrator Melissa M. Borja ’04 to exclaim...
...this grand scope that makes for the exhibit’s most compelling print. It depicts another street corner, where the camera looks obliquely down a long city street. The image is divided vertically by another grey lamp post; on its right, a pretzel vendor plies his trade while on the left in the foreground a balding, mousy looking man’s face is half-obscured by an enormous brown paper bag. Far in the deep background, yet clearly visible, are the two towers of the World Trade Center. This exhibit was assembled in the wake of Sept...