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...native Austria that has changed the way young people party around the world. Red Bull, the champion of hypercaffeinated energy drinks, posted sales of $1.5 billion last year, 70% of the global market. He credits a thirst for "antiauthoritarian" products. His sponsorship of ultrasports like street luge and winter surfing has tapped a vein of young male consumers. Mateschitz, a climber and snowboarder, wants to promote a product and a lifestyle. "Extreme sports are more than a marketing tool," he says. At this month's Red Bull Giants of Rio Challenge in Rio de Janeiro, competitors will swim through pounding...
...truth is that Australians tend to be natural pagans. Everything favors this: the delicious climate of the coasts, where most of us live; the dramatic and seductive landscapes of pounding surf and golden sand; the tanned bodies strutting; the food (some of the finest and most inventive in the world); and the wines, which are superb...
...Starting this November, Harvard Square will become one giant hotspot of connectivity where anyone can surf the Internet without cost at any time. Following the initiatives of private companies like Google and EarthLink in San Francisco, the Square connectivity initiative will help bring the digital age to those who may not be able to afford a broadband connection. Although the speed of the free connection will not be as high as Harvard’s private network for students and affiliates, it will be much faster than a dial-up connection...
...force of events. In his thunderous Snow Storm: Hannibal and His Army Crossing the Alps, it's not even clear just where Turner has placed the Carthaginian general. Could he be that minuscule silhouette in the middle distance on a tiny elephant, the one dwarfed by the coiling surf of gray-brown cloud above his head? As the great storm explodes across the canvas, devouring the sickly yellow coin of the sun, the mighty general is just a comma in the larger scheme. This isn't merely history taking place in a landscape. It's landscape as the judgment...
...already said no, and the weather's not great. I need to go back to work.' And at that moment, I disappointed my dad. It felt like falling apart, my self losing coherence. Imagine a sand castle with all the sand sliding away in the receding surf. So in the end, there's no center to take things in and process them and view the world. That was the first kind of scary, weird thing. Even more alarming, when I was 16 or 17, I suddenly, having just read Sylvia Plath and identifying with her, got up in the middle...