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Since Gore's old friend Eskew took over his campaign strategy last summer, what was once a messy tangle of infighting advisers with conflicting philosophies, interests and agendas has become an operation with Zen-like focus, throwing Bradley off stride. More than anything else, aides say, Eskew has fostered Gore's instinct to go for the jugular. So quick is Gore to seize an opening that when Bradley groused last week that Iowa rewards "entrenched power," the Vice President was almost instantly on the phone to Eskew: "I want to talk about this today." From the stage of a school...
Enthusiasts say part of the attraction is tea's Zen appeal and calming effect; others point to its communal nature. "I love tea's social aspect," says Helen Kim, 24, a Stanford graduate student who throws monthly tea parties. "It's fun to introduce people to different types and send them home with samples." Tea is a connoisseur's delight. Just as the grape produces a profusion of wines, the Camellia sinesis plant yields many variations dependent on region, temperature, time of year and part of the plant plucked. Indeed, a tasting--or cupping, in tea parlance--reveals a kaleidoscope...
Amazingly, there is. Charles Seife's Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea (Viking) is the more accessible of the two. (The other book, The Nothing That Is: A Natural History of Zero [Oxford], while philosophically deeper, is self-consciously obscure; its author, Robert Kaplan, writes in Zen koans and could have penned the Fendi tag line...
Rowers often talk about a particular "zen" to rowing. From a spectator's perspective, it is the aesthetics that is most breathtaking. Especially in late October, when the fall foliage creates a brilliant backdrop on the water's edge, boats cut seamless through the water, leaving behind only a shimmering trail of ripples. It is a sight that must be seen to be remembered...
...motion it seems he is drawing currents in the air. His back is to me; I study the latticework creases in his neck. After a few casts, he hooks a female cutthroat that shimmers gold and silver as it resists and bends his rod into a bow, like the Zen archer's. When he pulls in the fish, it wriggles under the arc of the bow before he moves it toward his hand. The trout looks up at him in desperate wonder. He reaches for its mouth and sets it free...