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...officer was dispatched to Vanderbilt Hall to a report of a person throwing furniture out of a window. The officer located furniture on the ground but the supposed rooms were empty and unoccupied...

Author: By Bari M. Schwartz, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: POLICE LOG | 7/8/2005 | See Source »

However, when I’m in my car, what I choose to do with my time is entirely up to me. While I have the freedom to roll down my window in Times Square and blast hip-hop music, I also have the freedom to roll them up and talk on my cell phone or listen to CDs of my own accord. The public is not listening...

Author: By Reva P. Minkoff, | Title: Why We Choose Torture | 7/8/2005 | See Source »

...site of one of the blasts) were told the bus wouldn?t stop there and they had a 10-minute walk ahead of them. Their distressed murmurings - some irritated, some confused - broke the quiet for just a moment, until they, too, sat down and just stared out the window. -Jumana Farouky...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Back to Work | 7/8/2005 | See Source »

...People are always surprised to learn that we still make anything here in the U.S.," says Springs Industries CEO Crandall Bowles. The largest home-furnishings company in North America, Springs and its 14,000 employees crank out bedding and bath products, rugs and window coverings in 30 manufacturing facilities in 13 states, Canada and Mexico. Its brand names and licenses--including Wamsutta, Springmaid, Ultrasuede, Kate Spade and NASCAR--produce annual revenues of $3 billion. Springs is proof positive that U.S. textile manufacturing is very much alive. But it would be a stretch to say it's well. According...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: By a Thread | 7/7/2005 | See Source »

...three different alarms, each placed strategically around my room so as to be out of easy reach. By the time I dragged myself out of bed, I had a pulsating headache that would last until lunchtime thanks to the jarring sound of screeching, badly maintained train brakes out my window. Nevertheless, I managed to get showered and dressed in time to make it to my train (no time for breakfast, though), and I arrived at Grand Central terminal without incident (except a splitting headache, of course). As usual, I brushed past the crowds of gawking tourists, propelled by the daily...

Author: By Brian J. Rosenberg, ADAM M. GUREN | Title: Subway Lemmings | 7/1/2005 | See Source »

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