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...stay down for long, so really I?d just be delaying the stimulus until next time my paycheck doesn?t cover my expenses. But without getting into the dirty financial details, putting up $300 against my current credit-card- and other debt balances only depresses me with the sheer spit-in-the-ocean futility of it. With this volume, it's ridiculous to even...
...days, internet searches were easy. You typed in a term--say, motherhood--and Yahoo and other engines spit out a list of sites ranked by human editors or by a formula, such as how many times the word had appeared on a site. There was a purity to the old way, but something was missing: a profit stream...
...Tunis in 1994. These refugees lived here and struggled against Israel's occupation through the first intifadeh. They expected Arafat to share the wealth on his return, to spread the billions of dollars pumped in by international supporters. Instead, they have seen it hogged by "the Tunisians." "I spit on the day they came," Abu Amira says. "I'd like to see them all shot in the street." This is more than just resentment of riches; it is a driving force for the intifadeh. No matter how much they might want to manipulate the intifadeh to pressure Israel, the "Outsiders...
...like preschool art projects, glued and stapled together from cardboard and plywood and tin. Bootleg power lines drop from overhead wires, loop down to the ground and are held in place by a rock, then snake through the sand to a house. Some wires are live, and arc and spit when it rains. The young women who live here are favored by the maquila bosses for their nimble fingers and obedience. But more than 200 women, many of them maquila workers, have been murdered since 1993--often raped, strangled and mutilated during their long, dark treks home to remote colonias...
Raising children forces adults into a life marked by spit-up stains, poopy diapers, homework assignments, soccer games, ballet recitals, hugs and kisses, circles under the eyes and, for those of us who work, bucketloads of guilt. Most of us eventually come to terms with the physical trials of parenting, such as the reality that from time to time during our tour of duty, we will be vomited on. We become feeding, clothing and carpooling experts. But we never quite know what to do with the guilt...