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Still, it's not yet clear that every boss is ready to be such a solicitous suitor. "The labor market is tight, but we haven't got to the point where people are so valuable that they would entice companies to engage in a bidding war," argues Bob Liu of HotJobs.com Others contend that no firm would be willing to make a bet solely on the basis of a virtual resume. Networking giant Cisco, which does two-thirds of its hiring via the Net, says it isn't interested in bidding online for corporate mercenaries...
...When I felt it was pretty certain Nixon was going to resign, I asked my aide Bob Hartman to write a speech for my swearing-in," said Ford. "He was a late-night operator, and he brought me a draft the morning before. I wasn't sure I wanted the 'nightmare' line in the speech. Bob blew up. He stamped toward the door and said, 'To hell with it. If that line is not in the speech, I'm quitting.' I read the speech over a few more times, and I got to like that line better. So I used...
...then any musical value is precluded because my body rejects these sounds even before my mind can appreciate them." And I have to totally agree with him: Dylan doesn't have the most soothing voice. Maybe I have a high tolerance for pain or masochistic tendencies...or (more likely) Bob Dylan is really all that he's cracked up to be (voice aside...
...Then in a tone reminiscent of a Las Vegas boxing announcer, Simon proudly proclaims: "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to welcome...Mr. Bob Dylan!" The crowd roars in fernetic expectation. This was a surprise, partly because, for the greater part of the summer, I have been surrounded by anti-Dylan enthusiasts and militants. I was afraid that my defense of Dylan could be likened to a musical Steward's Folly (but let's just remember how much oil was found in Alaska). Although, in my childishly ego-centric way, I could never understand why Dylan's music...
...alive and in the flesh. I must emphasize alive since I have unwittingly forgotten to share a morbid fear that has developed in the deep recesses of my mind. Somehow or other I had convinced myself that due to the how many times I have managed to miss seeing Bob Dylan, I was bound to die the same way, or from the more accurate perspective, that he would die before I would get to see him in concert...