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...said - in rounds with campaign donors while chewing an unlit cigar on the tee. George W. Bush played the way his father H.W. did, like a race against time, until the last years in office, when the son banned himself from the game because he didn't want to send the "wrong signal" to the mothers of the Iraq-war dead. (Read "Ronald Reagan's Golf Balls? Step Right...
...want is - or anyhow was - a definition of maturity. Demanding satisfaction right this instant, on the other hand, is a defining behavior of seven-year-olds. The powerful appeal of the Web is not just the "community" it enables but its instantaneity: for better or worse, you can send a message now, get any question answered now, pick your airline seat now, buy anything you want right now. Cell phones and the Internet, together with FedEx and U.P.S., finally and fully satisfy the permanent child within each of us - the impulsive child with zero tolerance for waiting...
...hearing, local newspapers reported, the man remained seated throughout the proceedings, not rising for the judge or for questioning, explaining through his lawyer that he would stand only before his God. On Wednesday, Aug. 5, four more men were charged. At their hearing, one reportedly responded by saying, "You send troops to Iraq to kill innocent people ... You call me a terrorist. I never killed a person in my life. Your army kills innocent people in Iraq and Afghanistan. Israel takes Palestinian land by force...
...myself on every page. I've been rejected from high schools and colleges, from a capella groups and publications and summer opportunities. I know what it feels like to send a piece of yourself out into the silence. And I know what it feels like to get the thin envelope or the small package or the short email back...
...story more 80s screwball comedy than James Bond. I gave the regime the best and most powerful lines. I would have to settle for the part of the trickster, a rogue Br'er Rabbit racing through the streets of Tehran. For several weeks I went underground. I continued to send dispatches back to various publications and websites in the U.S. using a rotating set of email accounts registered under outrageous pseudonyms. On Facebook I took on an alias worthy of an old-school rapper. Certain that every word was being monitored, I embarked on a crash course in Internet...