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Security experts shiver when they talk about the nation's cargo-handling procedures. Thousands of low-paid workers have carte blanche to roam airports, ramps and runways without undergoing personal inspections or having their belongings checked. "We put big steel doors on the front of the airport, but the back door is wide open," says Walsh. Cargo on freight planes is rarely inspected. Their cockpit doors, if they exist, aren't required to be reinforced, and security is lax. "There's easy access for a midnight takeover of a major cargo carrier, and a 747 has enough...
...21st century American sex, in which desire and guilt dance their eternal lambada to the frantic beat of the electro-media. In Skin's world, come-ons for sex chat compete for TV time with pictures of abducted girls on Amber Alerts. In Skin's world, D.A. Thomas Roam (Kevin Anderson) runs his re-election campaign on an antismut crusade, while his target, Larry Goldman (Ron Silver), quips, "If the voters are so much against porn, why do I live in a 52,000-sq.-ft. mansion?" (And both men are powerless to control the hormones of their children...
What works best about Skin is that it doesn't let you accept or reject those rationalizations easily. This is a smart show with a lot of visual pop, and the Roam-Goldman, ego-id dichotomy is especially intriguing. (Roam represents how America votes at the ballot box; Goldman, how we vote with our wallets.) But the first two episodes are too dour and somber, especially when Silver is not onscreen. Perhaps because the producers want to avoid glamorizing porn with too light a tone, Skin is so high-mindedly determined to depict porn as a scourge...
...student from New Zealand, Harvard has been at the center of a fulfilling overseas experience. But I do miss two things from home. One is definitely sheep. While 40 million sheep roam freely upon the green pastures of New Zealand, I have not yet spotted one of these creatures in Cambridge. Not even on my plate in any of our dining halls. The other is having a beer with fellow students on the river bank. I suppose I could carry a pack of Budweiser and head down to the Charles. But given the attitudes of many Harvard students towards alcohol...
...easy atmosphere that accompanies drinking in New Zealand is hard to find at Harvard. Perhaps it is the loud music or the crowded rooms that makes meaningful conversation almost impossible. Perhaps it is the masses of weekend party-goers that roam our campus for parties and mooch alcohol from students they have never met. Perhaps it is simply an aversion to seeing clueless first-years dancing on coffee tables. Whatever it is, it seems to detract from the pleasures of spending time with friends over a few drinks. As we allow alcohol to become an end in itself, we miss...