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...Whippet thin from his daily 2 1/2 mile walks, Ronnie Ho, 57, doesn't look as if he's suffering from high blood pressure. Nor is he. At its peak two years ago, Ho's blood pressure clocked in at 140/90, slightly above normal but not high enough to elicit a pill or much alarm. But when he went to see Dr. Ting Choon Meng, the Singapore general practitioner decided to monitor Ho's blood pressure with a black plastic wristwatch he had designed and named the BPro. The device, worn for 24 hours, revealed a wave pattern showing...
When cricketer Stephen Rodger Waugh was first selected for Australia as a whippet-thin all-rounder in 1985, the side was struggling, and Waugh was no instant hero. (He took four years to make his first century.) But Australians admire a battler, and Waugh looked as if he could fight a bushfire and save his team from defeat in the same afternoon...
...state to visit my friend at Harvard and see the show. The way the music hits you its like heā€™s having a party on the guitar. All I can say is whew, what a p-a-r-t-y,ā€¯ said one fan, Sarah Whippet, after the show, capturing the spirited playfulness of the evening. Well-put sentiments about an entertaining showā€”the fruits of a unique collaboration...
...Zheqin, a struggling, whippet-thin Chinese singer, became her country's pop diva when she incorporated the Tibetan word for moon into her stage name, re-emerged as Dadawa and filled her repertoire with songs like Ballad of Lhasa. Her latest music video, shown repeatedly on Chinese television, depicts her high on the roof of the world wearing Tibetan robes, herding yaks and clowning with nomads. Her first performance in the capital two weeks ago packed Beijing's exhibition center with young Chinese who could afford to spend $50 for a ticket?and one apprehensive Tibetan lama with a shaved...
...final painting in the show, finished just last month (too late for the catalog): Evening in the Studio. It shows the inside of the artist's London workplace, a medium-size and undistinguished room with blotched walls. There is an iron bed on whose thin, lumpy mattress a whippet sleeps. Next to the bed is a scrawny- looking girl with an angular face, sewing an ornate piece of Indian cotton whose green and red whorls cascade over her lap like the tendrils of an exotic plant, out of place in the drab surroundings. But it is not these things...