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...begin with, MySpace Music is free, and users get instant access to a vast library of songs. The site has inked deals to upload the catalogs of the four major labels: EMI, Sony BMG, Universal Music Group and Warner Music Group. Throw in songs from the 5 million artists who already have pages on the site, and MySpace has a pretty good starter...
...Shanghai hopes to throw a lavish party to end all parties: the World Expo. World fairs have lost their luster since the wondrous days of London's Crystal Palace, Chicago and New York City. Who even remembers where and when the last Expo was held? (It was in 2005, in Aichi, Japan - thanks, Google.) But Shanghai is determined to revitalize the Expo. While Beijing threw an efficient if, ultimately, rather empty Olympics - because of visa restrictions that kept out many tourists along with potential demonstrators - you can bet that Shanghai will give a warmer welcome to the world. After...
Senators and Representatives feel most keenly uncomfortable about the nasty politics of the deal. In an election year dominated by a bad economy, it's not good to throw huge money at a bunch of Wall Street firms, especially when each party is worried the other is going to bluff and ultimately try to use the deal as a populist rallying cry. This is compounded by the fact that Paulson just happened to lead one of the biggest market players, Goldman Sachs, before coming to Treasury. In that role, he acknowledges, he placed a lot of the bad debt that...
...craziest thing about the suicide bombings were the heads - how the head of the bomber often remained intact after the explosion. It was the result of some weird law that only a physicist could explain: the force of the blast would detach the bomber's head and throw it up and away, too fast for the blast to destroy it. So there it would be, the head, sitting on a pile of bricks or underneath a telephone pole...
...whatever happened to the lost art of existential crisis that used to be the sine qua non of college experience? I’m not advocating that we ultimately throw ourselves into the Charles River, like Quentin Compson in The Sound and the Fury. But surely it wouldn’t hurt to skip class once in awhile, go boating with dapper northern bluebloods, play with our father’s watch and indulge in jumbled metaphysical speculations about the nature of time. The incest part might have been a little weird. But Faulkner, like other writers, had a point...