Word: tellings
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...better. Money, it seems, cures everything. The problem in Japan is that even though having the new Nikkei riches may seem like winning the lottery, it's not. In fact, the money could disappear tomorrow, leaving Japan with a still troubled economy. A rising Nikkei may seem to tell the world that Japan is back, but the Japanese--and some wary foreigners--insist it is not. Says Andrew Shipley, senior economist at Schroders Japan Ltd. in Tokyo: "This is a temporary respite from severe and chronic deflationary pressure...
...blockbuster in the rest of the English-speaking world, This is My Truth Now Tell Me Yours has finally appeared on these shores almost a year after its initial release. Hailing from Wales, the Manics have only grown stronger since the tragic disappearance of original lyricist Richey James, and This is My Truth, in equal parts political and passionate, picks up where the previous Everything Must Go left off. As you might expect from an album whose first single is called "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next," it's a dour piece. The wrenching anguish in James...
Suddenly it was a little more real, a little more personal. I shifted into fight-or-flight mode, self-preservation foremost on my mind. I tried to tell myself then, and I'm trying to tell myself now that I wasn't that scared...
...protect yourself, you don't. Life will occasionally present you with such unfathomable experiences, and the best you can do is to ride them out. I never thought I'd be scared like that. I thought rioting was a thing of another time and another place. I could tell much more of this story, to show how marked the contrast was between the days of the festival, but nothing can begin to describe to you how it feels to actually have your life in danger, and what happens when you shut down...
...there are generations of copy writers out who have also lived here, wire writers and correspondents working in nearly essential anonymity because they loved to write and tell the rest of the world how it is in this fabulous city, this creation of political philosophers and constitution writers. I think of the decidedly unromantic picture of H. L. Mencken sitting in the late night, overweight and sweating, pounding away at his keyboard in the Chesapeake heat, a fan blowing the steamy, soupy air around as he, clad only in a pair of BVDs, faces sheet after sheet of blank paper...