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...force his local affiliates to ban the Dixie Chicks, that he called them and told them to do it, but it was something that they would have wanted to do anyway. I, of course, at 1:30 in a pitch black night, dressed in an oversized striped T-shirt and lounging on the couch drinking cranberry juice, heckle the small screen—ice hitting the edge of the glass, the juice about to fly. Suffice it to say that I expressed my discontent with Mr. Dickey, as well as with the man I thought his partner in this: Michael...
...second floor of Lowell House, a new student is unpacking for the coming year. He unwraps a computer keyboard from the T-shirt that swaddles it and apologizes for the mess of clothing draped over his bedframe. Some snack food—two packages of Ritz crackers, a row of oranges—adorns the mantle of the common room. Several toiletries stand like chess pieces on the linoleum floor tiles, and the open door to a coat closet nearby reveals a jumble of cardboard boxes...
...more interesting than the culture of the show is the fact that it translates into serious business off the exhibit floor. Indeed, the gift of a five-dollar t-shirt on the part of a vendor might be returned with a $50,000 purchase by an information technology manager. Businesses call it customer relationship management (CRM for short), or “touch” or leveraging relationships. Whatever you call it, the concept is simple: even when the business involves tens and hundreds of thousands of dollars, transactions are still a person-to-person affair, and flattery will...
...revelation that I do in fact miss my native country has also come in other forms. When I saw a man wearing a Harvard t-shirt the other day, I asked—almost without thinking—whether he had attended Harvard (he replied that he had just visited). I would never ask that to a person in the United States. I was so excited to attend Harvard´s Collegium Musicum concert in Madrid last week, even though I never had any interest in attending one back at Harvard. I eagerly accompanied a Spanish friend...
...causes trouble that the straight-man Paul must correct. Thanks to Bell's clarity of storytelling, you never feel lost in the nonsense even when Shrimpy suddenly floats in the air and announces he shall give birth from his knees to twelve tiny Shrimpys, one with a Black Sabbath T-shirt...