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...player to a cell phone. Attached to the back are solar panels that store energy in a battery that fits in any pocket. Then when, say, your digital camera needs a charge, run a USB cable from the camera to the battery. Charging takes two to five hours. Sunlight - and fashion confidence - are required...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Dress Sense | 12/19/2004 | See Source »

...reread Plath is a good one. We think of anger as an ugly emotion, but in poems like "Lady Lazarus" and "Daddy," Plath refines it to a state so pure that it becomes almost unbearably beautiful. Her poems unfold in a burnt winter landscape, lit by cold, melancholy sunlight and littered with strangled, frozen hopes, where her only chance is to draw strength from pain. "Beware," she cautions in "Lady Lazarus," "Out of the ash/ I rise with my red hair/ And I eat men like...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Poetry: The Way She Wanted It | 12/17/2004 | See Source »

DiCaprio is so Zen that, with his Lakers hat glued to his head backward and his giant moon face tipped back to enjoy maximum sunlight, sitting across from him can be a lot like talking to a surfboard. But having traversed the pitfalls of being a child actor and a teen heartthrob and then figured out exactly what he would like to do with the next four decades or so of his professional life, DiCaprio is entitled to chill. At 30, he has been a working actor for 17 years. He knows he's pretty good, but he recognizes that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Movies: Leo: Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist | 12/17/2004 | See Source »

Three and a half years later those same squinting first-years stumble out a little fatter, a little paler, squinting not with ambition but with aversion to the sunlight they had forgotten...

Author: By David B. Rochelson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: End, Paper! No. Wait... | 12/16/2004 | See Source »

Where did I end up? Ultra Salon, that tanning bed beacon located halfway to Central Square. Wearing my H & M bikini briefs (they’re red and green—the colors of Christmas), I closed my eyes and let the faux sunlight singe my milky skin. I had almost forgotten about my worries when they arrived: The Ghost of Pre-Thesis Past, The Ghost of Thesis Present and the Ghost of Post-Thesis Future. They reminded me of what I was before dear Thesis entered my life, and warned me what would happen if I avoided her during...

Author: By William L. Adams, HIGH SOCIETY | Title: Bah, Humbug! | 12/8/2004 | See Source »

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