Word: sofas
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Though both writers are in their late 30s and happily married, each with two kids, they are a study in contrasts. In their spartan Beverly Hills office, the reed-thin Alexander works at his neatly organized desk while the beefy Karaszewski lies on a nearby sofa, surrounded by a mess of scattered papers, barking out lines of brash dialogue. Both are cocky yet self-deprecating and say that writing about offbeat subjects gives them a sense of creative liberation and inspiration. "We've embraced all these weird true stories because they've allowed us so much freedom," says Karaszewski...
...ball drops in Times Square and the lights are still on when it hits the bottom, you can breathe a little easier. Just don't exhale completely. Give it a couple more days; then, if all goes well, you can curl up on the sofa and laugh yourself silly at a tape of Y2K--assuming your VCR still works, of course...
...leanest and most bloated companies are all obsessed with connectivity, however, doesn't mean that they actually talk to each other. Just look at the push to bring wireless networking to the home. The category is irresistible -- who doesn't want to be able to surf from the sofa or back porch? -- but the standards are anything but. Here's a quick run-down. MORE...
...perhaps the most famous one-act piece by British playwright Harold Pinter, love is little more than an elaborate role-playing game. As a happily average British middle class couple, Barlow Adamson and Marie Larkin move carefully around their disgustingly perfect home (constructed with aggravating blandness--lemon yellow sofa draping and all--by stage designer Jeff Gardiner) pouring drinks for one another and speaking in formal semi-monotones. They love each other, or so they claim, but their marriage is sexless. It is only when they meet in secret during the day, Barlow disguised as a rogue lover and Marie...
...oncoming truck increased, and the last truck of the day pulled into make its final deposit. He pushed a button and the back of his truck went up with a swoosh. Tilting back, the truck purged its contents of splintered wood, three legged metal grade school desks, tattered sofa cushions and a myriad of dark tied trash bags. Returning itself to its normal position, the truck pulled away and the few remaining men began to disperse back out into the parking lot where their own pick up trucks awaited them...