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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...night of the Fourth, when we landed on Mars, I walk the beach and watch the fireworks compete with the stars in the enormous black sky. This is Independence Day, and I am alone. So are we all. This is what we discover at times like these--the first flight around the moon, the moon walk, the probe of Jupiter, the Viking missions, and now this amazing, take-your-breath-away event. Errands into space lift us out of ourselves and return us to ourselves. They tell us that we are alone in the universe, and how terrible and wonderful...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MARS: VISIT TO A SMALLER PLANET | 7/14/1997 | See Source »

...playing the Bug disguised in Edgar's (decaying) skin. The slim-green exterminator's truck he drives around is enough to provoke a chuckle every time it appears. But after a while the gag gets old: one wishes the scriptwriters had given d'Onofrio something else to do besides walk like Frankenstein with a case of cerebral palsy and grunt threats in guttural tones. And the Bug, once it emerges, is a comic book nighmare. It's not any less ridiculous just because it's camp...

Author: By Lynn Y. Lee, | Title: KING ALIEN BOOTY | 7/11/1997 | See Source »

...crawfish or beignets. Few people in New Orleans believe the November contest in which Democrat Mary Landrieu defeated Jenkins by 5,788 votes was, in its execution, a model of civic propriety. But Jenkins' cause was dealt a serious blow last week when Democrats on the Senate Rules Committee walked away from the investigation he demanded after the election. They had learned that Jenkins hired a two-bit gumshoe named Thomas ("Papa Bear") Miller--a New Orleans operative with a long, sometimes violent criminal record. Papa Bear's job: to troll the New Orleans ghettos in search of "witnesses...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: NO SAINTS IN NEW ORLEANS | 7/7/1997 | See Source »

...GORE Clumsy walk-on at TV-ratings talks ends dialogue and earns him a P, for Putting His Foot...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Notebook: Jun. 30, 1997 | 6/30/1997 | See Source »

...mean anything as elegant or metaphorical as the smell of wilting communism or the smell of greed, with American corporations swarming in and dominating the market. No, this is a smell in the most literal sense, a smell that surges at you from dark courtyards as you walk down the street, that engulfs you as you walk into grand, decaying flats. This smell, it seems, may be combination of sewage, dust, beer, sweat, exhaust and cigarettes; it is smell I have never encountered in the United States, and it is a smell I will never forget...

Author: By Geoffrey C. Upton, | Title: A Post-Communist Summer | 6/27/1997 | See Source »

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