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...accepting women as members, the final clubs will demonstrate that they are in touch with the moral dictates of American society today. I believe it is only a matter of time before the final clubs will admit women into their ranks. They can open their doors of their own volition or hesitate until some yet unforeseen from of coercion accomplishes that for them. It is only a matter of time before women may actually welcome the opportunity to join. They can adapt quickly to a world where they are welcomed instead of barred. If it is only a matter...
...always adored video and computer games. And while I know it's not a happy time to admit this, I have particularly enjoyed some of the bloodier ones. I've sat many an afternoon at the PlayStation, blowing enemy warplanes out of the sky in Ace Combat 2. I find it relaxing, almost meditative. I love fighting games, such as the Samurai-slashing Bushido Blade or the kung fu-ish Tekken 2. They work out my twitchy reflexes. I've become lost for days on end in strategic battle simulations, like Age of Empires, a game that lets you play...
...deep issue I want to touch upon has to do with me and my colleagues--journalists who, for all our recurrent, usually unattractive displays of know-it-all confidence, occasionally come upon a story such as yours and recognize our helplessness before it. Most honest journalists will admit that they never really understand the events they attempt to organize and clarify, and that more often than not it makes a "better story," one that comes closer to the truth, to swim around in the mystery of things...
...play Amy's View, agrees to appear on her son-in-law Dominic's TV talk show, the topic he wants to discuss is whether theater is dead. There's no doubt where Dominic stands. Theater is so old fashioned, he complains, so slow moving: "Why don't we admit it? It's been superseded. It had its moment, but its moment is gone...
...going to be in Spain." "I'm biking through Italy." "I'm working in DC." "I can't wait to go home." When summer plans have come up lately, I am forced to sheepishly admit that I am going to be in Cambridge for nine out of the twelve weeks of summer. Somehow, it doesn't have the same exotic cache as Madrid--where one of my best friends from high school will be--or the romantic appeal of Florence--where my other best friend from high school will be. They're planning to meet...