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...disappointing, is that Larew supports his condescending and morally loaded premise with distortions of the truth. If he looks carefully at the poster to which he refers (I have a copy if he would like a second look) he will notice that the soldier in question still has the strap of his gun around his neck. If he actually attempted to beat the Palestinian woman with the butt of his rifle, he would have decapitated himself. Perhaps Larew found the inscription "Bullshit!" across the photo because it claimed to portray something that was not occuring in the picture. Though...
...most literal-minded mountain bikers are the "gravity" riders, who strip off the pedals, strap on a helmet, station themselves at the top of the steepest incline they can find and go like a bobsled. Says Scot Breithaupt of Palm Springs, Calif., a former motorcycle racer: "It's a bunch of death-wish riders pointing straight down the hill. It's dynamic!" Equally fearless are those riders near Vail, Colo., who take helicopters to the high country or ride the ski lifts up the mountains and then charge through the backcountry trails. "I got into mountain biking to escape," says...
...most advanced simulators use tactile cues to take the illusion one step further. In Honeywell's F-18 fighter simulator, the strap-in harness pulls back on the trainee's chest when the jet slows down. Similar controls regulate the pilot's G suit, rushing air into pockets in the legs and abdomen to mimic the circulatory effects that accompany supersonic flight. Even the cockpit seat contributes to the illusion; the cushion contains seven air bladders that are pressurized or depressurized according to the flight maneuver...
...rest of his class returned to Cambridge that fall, John set himself up in a cabin 50 miles east of Fairbanks, Alaska, and began life alone as a trapper, using the skills his father had taught him as a child. Every day he would rise, strap on his pack and set out to check his traps for whatever they might yield--martens, wolverines, lynx and the like. Subsisting primarily on flour pancakes and the occasional moose or caribou steak, he was prepared to trap through the end of the trapping season in February...
Mercifully, various copyright laws and actors' objections restrict Prascak's creativity. This is why I wasn't greeted at my table by a styrofoam penis, and why the actors didn't strap on plastic penises before the performance. These restrictions weren't enough, however, to prevent the teasers from aggressively advertising the f-word or the fliers presenting a drawing of two men charging at each other with ridiculously oversized guess-whats. I should have known what I was in for when I saw the flier with Prascak's name given the same billing as Mamet...