Word: singsonging
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...simple, unassuming Google home page is a wizard's workshop of experimentation, much of it useless, some of it brilliant. "Invariably we try 10 things that don't quite work out in order to do one thing that's successful," says Page, who speaks in a slow, deeply nerdy, singsong voice. "And we learn a lot in doing the 10 things that didn't quite work." For example, you can call a phone number in California--it's 650-318-0165--and do a Google search over the phone. Why would you ever want to? Who knows...
During the 1930s, Shanghai - a.k.a. the Paris of the Orient - was both swank apex and sin sinkhole. At the Great World entertainment complex, the vices became more outlandish as you climbed up six floors, past acrobats, dwarves, singsong girls and stripteasers. This was the city immortalized in the movie Shanghai Express when Marlene Dietrich purred: "It took more than one man to change my name to Shanghai Lily." But after 1949, the communists brought their monochromatic palette to China and Shanghai was straitjacketed as punishment for its formerly outr? ways. Only now, after years of repression, has Shanghai finally erupted...
...Nelly loves Nelly. It's a pretty narrow vision, but Nelly (real name: Cornell Haynes Jr.) moved 8 million copies of his debut album, and his follow-up, Nellyville (Universal), won't lag far behind. The secret is the twang. Nelly, like Snoop Dogg, raps in a Southern-inflected singsong so bouncy and joy-filled that he could read Cardinals box scores and the world would bob its collective head...
Back when video-game plots were as simplistic as spaceships firing death rays at large, attacking asteroids, or Pac-Man gobbling up rows of bright dots, nobody paid much attention to the background music. Some robotic beeps, mechanical chimes and a singsong jingle sufficed. But today's games lead players through complex dramas in intricately detailed fantasy worlds. Buzzing or chirping won't do anymore...
...Tsurphu hasn't become a museum: it is still a working monastery. We have arrived during a brief break in afternoon prayers and are able to walk inside the dim, main meditation hall and, with the aid of a flashlight, inspect the frescoes in the eerie silence. Between the singsong pujas (prayer sessions) that are punctuated by bells and drums, all Tibetan monasteries are quiet. Tsurphu feels more like it's coming back from the dead...