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...line fast enough to complain about Alan Greenspan these days. Want to bash his up-down decisions on interest rates on the op-ed pages of the Wall Street Journal or the New York Times? Take a number, and wait behind the bankers and professors. Eager to trash his endorsement of tax cuts? Expect to get his answering machine. He's on the other line talking to his old friend Robert Rubin, who put through an emergency call to Greenspan two weeks ago to try to muzzle the Fed chief's pro-slice stance...
Like Jackie, Yuen never saw a prop he couldn't use to enhance a fight. His heroes and villains have used chopsticks, pigtails, calligraphy brushes, umbrellas, trash can lids and robe sleeves as impromptu weapons. Another Yuen rule: if it slithers, hops or scoots, hire it! Snakes in 1980's The Buddhist Fist; a man-size toad in the phantasmagorical Miracle Fighters of 1982; rats in Shaolin Drunkard. In the 1977 Broken Oath (the last movie Yuen action-choreographed before he turned director with the Jackie Chan Snake in Eagle's Claw), lovely, severe Angela Mao plays with scorpions...
...hardly makes a dent, however, in the annual bumper crop of dead computers. Every year an electronic trash heap nearly as tall as Mount Everest is tossed into garbage cans, stashed in garages or forgotten in closets. Some 500 million PCs will be rendered obsolete by 2007 in the U.S. alone--abandoned by users who have upgraded to faster and sexier machines--according to a report by the National Safety Council. Computers are ranked as the nation's fastest-growing category of solid waste by the Environmental Protection Agency...
...hard to pay a stranger to cart away a computer you bought for $2,000. Yet by the time you're ready to part with that machine, it's often so obsolete that no school or charity will take it. If you put it on the curb with the trash, however, it will end up in a landfill, where toxins could leach into the soil...
...good tends to be overwhelmed by wanton outpourings of id - the literature on tattooing and body-piercing and drugs and grim sexual mess (domination, S&M and the like), and CDs of rock bands with names taken from an obsessed, sophomoric metaphysics of death. In the democracy of trash, Jeffrey Dahmer achieves afterlife as Hannibal Lecter. The atmosphere of mutilation and stupidity and sickness and unhappiness and emptiness is suffocating. It is the culture of Columbine. To refuse to speak ill of this stuff ("Oh, that's just another right-wing Bill Bennett type talking") is like refusing to oppose...