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...year history, London's Evening Standard has been hit by strikes, walkouts and even a World War II bomb. But the mischievous, opinionated tabloid has also fought off numerous foes to become the capital's only afternoon read. Still, the challengers keep coming. Already suffering from steep drops in circulation (currently 301,000), the Standard now has to face two new free papers that could challenge its evening dominance. One, London Lite, is published by the Standard's own parent company, [an error occurred while processing this directive] Associated Newspapers. Launched last week with 400,000 copies daily, London Lite...
...isn’t too early to start thinking seriously about your concentration, as well. Harvard’s concentration requirements are steep, and you don’t want to end up having to take a full load of concentration classes or Cores your senior year. If you have no clue, don’t worry about it, but use this time to explore a potential major...
...Myers claims to be unsentimental when it comes to gnomes-"there's just that many of them, so you don't have favorites." Hardest to make is an elegantly tapered, 1.2-m-tall painted emu, which carries the relatively steep price of $160. Which all helps to pay the rent. And, despite the distant noise of the highway, he couldn't wish for a better place to farm gnomes. "A beautiful little spot," he says. Enchanted, to be sure...
...stomach exactly at 8 a.m., when I step into the small Fokker F-28 jet that will take me and 50 other passengers from Amman, Jordan, to Baghdad. I know what lies ahead: an hour's uneventful flying over unchanging desert, followed by the world's scariest landing--a steep, corkscrewing plunge into what used to be Saddam Hussein International Airport. Then an eight-mile drive into the city along what's known as the Highway of Death. I've made this trip more than 20 times since Royal Jordanian's civilian flights started three years...
...window seat was a muscular, heavily tattooed Polynesian ex-commando who spent an hour telling me of his life as a mercenary in a succession of South Pacific island nations--stories that often ended with his punching, stabbing or shooting somebody. When the Fokker began its steep descent, he began whimpering to Jesus and grabbing my forearm so tight, I felt my palm go cold from lack of circulation...