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Celebrity,aze down upon Manhattan. Often (of course, before their alleged estrangement), I would picture them knitting an endless kaffiyehand-dollar-sign-patterned scarf in their vine-crusted rooftop garden. In my mind, Susan would pause in her knitting to lean against a gargoyle, fixing her Mothra radar gaze

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Lost In Translation, an asian student. Eventually I met his friends, and 15 years later three of us are still close friends who live and work in northern california. One of them is getting married in December, which means I now know his fiancee and her friends and her family. Yesterday, at a restaurant to sample the fo

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Lost In Translation,od that’ll be served at the wedding banquet, I stood out as the lone caucasian at a table of chinese and filipino guests. From a blurry distance, I probably looked like a marshmallow floating on top of a sea of butterscotch.

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oes a reporter feel when he visits war-torn Iraq? . .What happens after a child star falls into obscurity? ...Thanks to Web logs, or "blogs" as they‘re affectionately nicknamed by Net-savvy voyeurs, anyone can jump into the shoes of a video salesclerk, a criminal court lawyer, an international journ

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Bling Bling Strategies For The New Economy, trainers and social workers and school teachers and of course criminals, I thought: of course I’m not like these impecunious people. But what does really differentiate me from them—besides goals, taste, and lifestyle? The most important gulf between us should really be money itself.

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Lube Warning,n get smaller and smaller as the bacteria learn to eat the stuff for breakfast. I know it is bad, and I don’t think it should even be legal to sell it. All of my fellow clerks agree with me, but we all abuse the hand sanitizer. We can’t help it.

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,You’ve Got Ringworm,of envelopes. (The market doubles as the village’s mail depot.) We chat for a bit, and then I show her a recently developed sore on my leg. It started off as a crusty, oozing scab, but is now a quarter-size patch, angry red, surrounded by a darker ring. I ask her if she’s ever seen anything like it.