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Although Lee spent the past summer in the Boston area working with the program, his room is a testament to his desire to roam. Its walls are lined with maps of everywhere from Mars to his native California. He enjoys exploring its highways, armed with his makeshift GPS—a laptop balanced on the dashboard. He acknowledges that he could get a car with a built-in system, “but then it wouldn’t be a ’91 Volvo.” This summer, before med school, he wants...
...might think the giant oil companies have the answer. But the biggest customers of all are turning to a 79-year-old Texan who operates like the Indiana Jones of the oil patch. Gene Van Dyke is one of the last of the wildcatters, independent operators who roam jungles and deserts looking for black gold. He has become the man to see if you need millions of barrels of crude oil a day to fuel a booming industrializing country, which is why the rough-hewn geologist found himself in Bermuda two years ago, hammering out a deal with executives...
...nearby Gulf of Aden and the waters around the Horn of Africa, searching for suspected terrorists who may be moving equipment or people by sea or planning a maritime attack. But with its attention focused on stopping terrorists, the U.S. Navy has been hesitant about pursuing pirates who roam the area. Commander Jeff Breslau, a U.S. Navy spokesman in Bahrain, says coalition forces will help ships in distress but "the focus is not on piracy or maritime crime...
...respond to 40 simple commands (like "Nuvo, let's dance") in a Japanese-accented female voice and take pictures with the Cyclops lens mounted on its head. The 15 motorized joints in its body allow Nuvo to perform tricks like headstands and head rolls, as well as to roam freely around the house. Nuvo will even take photos and zap them to your cell phone. Next Product: Partner Ballroom Dance Robot...
...moral refuge—and in it there is no real place for my more unfortunate social tendencies.Then there is my other world: the seedier social world, whose residents I find generally, though not universally, less remarkable, but whose company I seek out nearly every Saturday night. They roam in those eight imposing mansions that enshrine the mystique of the elite—admittedly debunked after meeting most of the members, but still somehow compelling every time I walk by. This world’s inhabitants and I share little to nothing in common—not gender, race, socioeconomic...