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...KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I'M NOT a great fan of deadlines, myself. More than 20 years ago, the Roosevelt Hospital midwives had to wrench me from my mother. That same day, in that very hospital, my cohort Anna popped out two weeks ahead of schedule. I, on the other hand, was running late...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DEAD HEAT | 3/4/1999 | See Source »

...know about you, but I'm not a great fan of deadlines, myself. More than 20 years ago, the Roosevelt Hospital midwives had to wrench me from my mother. That same day, in that very hospital, my cohort Anna popped out two weeks ahead of schedule. I, on the other hand, was running late...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Editor's Note: Dead Heat | 3/4/1999 | See Source »

...went to the trunk and found the spare, jack and that wrench thingy that can double as a murder weapon in times of emergency. I had learned how to do this all a while back, but apart from the fact that the jack goes somewhere under the car and is somehow made to lift the car up, I didn't remember much. So I consulted the owner's manual, which is of course written, or rather drawn, in such a way that, whenever possible, coherent sentences are substituted with a shoddy drawing...

Author: By Daniel B. Baer, | Title: The Lessons Harvard Hasn't Taught Me | 3/2/1999 | See Source »

...hard could this be? I picked up the wrench and started to loosen the bolts. I loosened and loosened, and it only took me about five minutes to realize that there are plastic covers on each of the bolts. Damn plastic covers...

Author: By Daniel B. Baer, | Title: The Lessons Harvard Hasn't Taught Me | 3/2/1999 | See Source »

...family's Volkswagen bus. The plugs didn't need changing--the van was new. But I was a teenager, and this seemed like a good excuse to get under the hood and learn about How Things Work. A few minutes later (after I'd dropped the socket from the wrench irretrievably into the engine compartment but before my dad taught me a bunch of new and colorful words), I realized that I am a 10-thumbed, butterfingered klutz. Now, when so much as a light bulb burns out in my house, I'm inclined to call...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: You've Got V-Mail! | 7/20/1998 | See Source »

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