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...like Harb is yanked out of his cozy corporate cubby and thrown back on resources of introspection he hasn't used for decades? "He had been a man with a job, a huge title and many, many things to do," Bing writes. "Now it was full daylight on a weekday, and he had no tie on." You Look Nice Today is a comic novel with a tragic heart, and for a portrait of corporate life, you'd have to go back to Sloan Wilson's The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit to find its equal. Rather than another searing...
...give or take, showed up in Portsmouth, N.H., to see Dr. Howard Dean III talk about why he wants to be President. True, they were plied with bowls of coffee cake and just-melting ice cream, but it's still something for so many to rally on a hot weekday six months before the New Hampshire primary. At first the former Vermont Governor couldn't talk for all the cheering. Finally he was able to utter just one word before being drowned out: "Zounds...
...report to work in Cambridge every weekday, but my family and many of my friends are miles away in Manhattan. And so now, in my predicament, the four-hour bus ride nearly every weekend is worth...
...Times (weekday circulation 1.1 million), in contrast, makes headlines with every journalism prize, mini-scandal and intrastaff squabble. Journalists will tell you all this attention is justified because the Times is the nation's most important newspaper. And this is true, if you keep in mind that the journalist's definition of important is "important to journalists." USA Today is not in an urban hot spot. In 2001 it moved (along with corporate parent Gannett) to spacious new digs, complete with fitness club, in the remote office-park suburbs of Washington. Its comparatively quiet newsroom culture doesn't make...
...many ways, the branches scattered throughout L.A. are microcosms of society out here. Reflecting the diversity of the city as a whole, the crowds lining up are incredibly mixed, both ethnically and economically. I get to my local Coffee Bean in Westwood at 9:00 every weekday morning. Next to me are always the same group of regulars—a movie mogul type complete with Oakleys and a leathery tan, a young Asian girl sporting the world’s largest variety of UCLA shirts, a woman in her 80s after “a passion fruit iced...