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...last week even jaded watchers of Washington's spit-and-counterspit noticed that a dollop of peace was settling over the nation. New York Governor George Pataki, a Republican, announced a broad set of gun-control reforms that include a plan to identify guns easily by keeping a record of each weapon's unique characteristics. On Friday, Smith & Wesson, the largest U.S. gun manufacturer, agreed to provide safety locks with its handguns and make its guns child resistant within a year. "We can get so much done when we find the courage to find common ground," said a triumphant President...
...many mompreneurs, the key attraction is being their own boss. Former New York City television producer Dana Lowey Luttway anointed her son Daniel Henri "the king of spit-up" but was inspired by his daily rejections to create her first invention: the ParentSmock, a cotton bib made for parents, with cute expressions including DAD'S SPIT'N IMAGE, BURP ME, I'M YOURS and ALL-STAR DRIBBLER...
...Middle of the World monument and shop at the Otavalo indigenous market. But the highlight is the seven-day cruise through the Galapagos, a living laboratory for learning about the geological forces that shaped the islands and the evolutionary pressures that molded their inhabitants, which include marine iguanas that spit out salt, giant tortoises that can weigh 500 lbs. and blue-footed boobies that woo mates with a bizarre display of stamping, flapping and whistling. The animals of the Galapagos are unique in their trust of human beings. "It's very moving," says Jelle Z. de Boer, professor of earth...
...near him: "My son has no right to embitter my life," and his mother's health "will be destroyed if my son sullies it with his foul conduct." And his mother? At one point Dali exhibited an image of the Sacred Heart across which he had written SOMETIMES I SPIT ON THE PORTRAIT OF MY MOTHER...
Today is the last day of February, and across campus the World's Luckiest Kids are griping with a superhuman zeal. Midterms are approaching, the need to show leadership in extracurriculars is growing, and judging by that smell, a giant baby has spit up in your common room (or maybe that's just my common room). We Harvard students live in a tourist attraction with movie stars and geniuses; we're recognized on all continents as the crme of the brulee, the syrup on the pancakes of greatness. Yet most of us complain like vegans at a barbecue cook...