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...tolerated ones, are electronically present to us, however far away they may be. But I can't help wondering if we're underestimating the countervailing effect: the cost we're paying in our disconnection from our immediate surroundings, in our dependence on a continuous flow of electronic attention to prop up our egos, and above all, in a rising inability to be alone with our own thoughts--with that priceless stream of analog data that comes not from without but from within...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Hyperconnected | 4/5/2007 | See Source »

...home at Christmas break, and I saw one of those dinosaur puzzles and I thought that was a good idea. I bought a wooden puzzle online, a model, and I played around with it in my room. Mine was two feet tall, and I wanted [the stage prop] to be eight feet tall. We sketched out all the pieces onto a plotter and then blew it up with a machine we had to [a size] four times as big. We scanned it into the computer and enlarged it times four. Once we put all the pieces together, I realized...

Author: By Sanders I. Bernstein, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: SPOTLIGHT: Courtney B. Thompson '09 | 3/8/2007 | See Source »

...feel like it was probably an isolated incident,” she said. “I will probably just make sure that my room is locked at all times, or that my roommates and I don’t prop open the doors...

Author: By Rebecca M. Anders, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Intruder Arrested in Kirkland House | 2/21/2007 | See Source »

...kept a key prop. I've got it locked away in a closet in my office. I don't usually keep things from movies, but that thing could be valuable one day. I could sell it on eBay...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Q & A: Mark Wahlberg | 2/15/2007 | See Source »

...Here's some ghoulish Gould from panels reprinted in Masters of American Comics, we see the detective's hair burned to the scalp; he's shot in the forehead by a .22 rifle bullet; he's left to starve to death, his own prop a smirking skull. This is the text in a Sunday splash from 1943: "A brawny arm is hurled forward! With the speed of lightning, a leather thong wraps itself around the detective's neck - he chokes. His hands struggle toward his throat. His body is yanked backward. The pain is excruciating! The whip butt rises...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Does Mad Need a Museum? | 2/3/2007 | See Source »

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