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...Would you tell me if it were...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Czech Mystery: Who's That Blogger? | 1/16/2007 | See Source »

...Sasha Lebed (another prominent Russian politician) in the old Soviet days, leaned over to give me the plot. Ostravak is a drinking buddy of his from another bar, a real writer who pens the diary based on stories he hears in pubs. "I promised not to tell his name. I give you some hints, or even better I'll arrange for you to meet...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Czech Mystery: Who's That Blogger? | 1/16/2007 | See Source »

...please. I grew up with that genuinely local deal, and let me tell you about it. In a cold room with formica-topped tables, hard-backed chairs and a slatternly proprietress with a fag gummed to the corner of her lip, "coffee" consisted of hot water poured onto a spoonful of instant Nescafe. It tasted like dishwater. If you were adventurous, you mixed the instant with boiling milk, which gave you, let's see, instant-coffee-flavored milk. To accompany this beverage, you could have the following: a custard cream, which was a sort of sandwich cookie with some smegma...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Starbucks in Britain? It's About Time | 1/16/2007 | See Source »

...Gods, who could regret the cloning of the high street when you grew up with all that? Turn your nose up at cappuccinos, lattes, pain au raisins, proper muffins with proper fruit - even if you have to pay through the nose for it? (And let me tell you, all those stories you've heard about how expensive London is? They don't come close to the ghastly truth.) Shed a tear for the "genuinely local coffee shops"? Don't think so. Mine's a triple grande skim latte, and the only regret is that I had to wait until...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Starbucks in Britain? It's About Time | 1/16/2007 | See Source »

...time - sometimes when Devlin was there and sometimes not. It was just like insane carpentry noises, hitting the walls like with a hammer." Says Richard: "He made it obvious that someone was there, someone was home. I can't help but think now that he was trying to tell me something." But Richard said he didn't ever knock on his neighbors' door, in part because he did not like Devlin. "I thought of him as some brat who was always banging on things in the apartment, making a racket," Richard said, adding that he never had a chance...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Kidnapping Suspect: "A Big Friendly Marshmallow" | 1/15/2007 | See Source »

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