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...course, taste, along with price, is a key factor in choosing a wine. And natural wines are usually subtler and more complex than conventional wines, although some have rough edges. People who favor a Pinot Noir that smells like cherry-vanilla ice cream may find it an adjustment to savor one with an earthier bouquet. Many natural wines are affordable, with delicious choices, such as the Loire Valley's Clos Roche Blanche reds and whites (ranging in price from $12 to $20) and Coturri's ($20 to $30 a bottle...
Eons is the brainchild of Jeff Taylor, the man who founded the popular job-search site Monster.com Taylor, 45, is a rough-edged former DJ who sold Monster in 1995 before it blossomed--for just $900,000. He nevertheless made millions as Monster's CEO before cutting ties last year. Now he's focused on his new creation...
...their dressing rooms, living rooms, bar rooms, bedrooms. But for whatever reason ? because they didn't trust their ad-libability, or because they thought they'd alienate, shock or bore their audience, or because they feared police hassles ? they didn't. Lenny knew, from the inside, the rough language people talked. Raised by a mother, Sally Marr, who inhabited the dingier fringes of show business, Lenny had joined the wartime Navy at 17, did a hitch on a merchant freighter, played burlesque houses for four years (often with his then-wife, stripper-singer Honey Harlowe), worked in the lowest reaches...
...Despite the rough going, the area's spectacular scenery draws a steady stream of tourists, who set off like explorers, their four-wheel-drives and caravans laden with water, food and fuel. Of the 100 vehicles a day that travel this stretch of Highway 1 in the dry season, Clarke says, around 60 belong to tourists. Even a hell ride has its allure...
...There are no whistles or catcalls. The rough-looking mob of drinkers are almost comically polite, fighting the urge to look anywhere but straight into the girl's eyes as they take their food. "I have chilli and satay," she smiles, and moves on. After two circuits of the bar, she pops her things back on and resumes drinks service as though nothing has happened. A grubby, grizzled old man nudges the stranger to say goodbye. "What about that, eh? I was f___in' waitin' for that. Gotta go for me f___in' tea; me f___in' missus is waitin...