Word: cladding
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SHENYANG, China—The statue of Chairman Mao in Shenyang rises three or four stories to survey Zhongshan Square, without a doubt cutting a more imposing figure than any Mercedes-chauffeured communist official or donkey-cart-driving farmer in this provincial capital of 7 million. Clad in an overcoat, which probably still leaves him chilly during the northeastern China winters, Mao stretches forth one arm over the sledgehammer-swinging, automatic rifle-slinging soldiers, workers and peasants surging forth from his feet in sculpted struggle against the forces of the West, capitalism, imperialism and whatever else. He offers, in short...
...remember where you were when it first hit you that people like to watch scantily clad women get in fights...
We’ve all seen the picture. John leads the way, dressed all in white. Ringo follows in a black mod suit. Paul is next, barefoot, cigarette in hand. George brings up the rear, clad head to toe in blue denim. With a green marker I carefully tagged the stone pillar next to the Westminster NW8 street sign and the wall in front of Abbey Road Studios across the street, adding my name and the date to all the other testimonials of adoration—some quoting favorite lyrics, some merely proclaiming, “I was here...
Nearby in Manhattan sits the new ING Direct cafe. The casually clad employees can't conduct transactions but can serve lattes and answer questions. "Is it pronounced I-N-G or Ing?" a first timer asks. (The former.) With a hip sound track and stacks of ING Direct clothes for sale, the cafe feels more like Banana Republic than a bank. "It's not supposed to be avant-garde," says CEO Arkadi Kuhlmann. "We're basically saying banking should be as uncomplicated as a cup of coffee...
...Black Bloc" that broke windows and trashed stores. But few if any Eugeners are headed to Genoa this week, despite their anticapitalist bent; they're too busy at home. Local anarchists broadcast a weekly radio program and two cable-television shows. They publish half a dozen 'zines, from Black-Clad Messenger to F___ the System, the new jailhouse rag from Free and Critter, and Rob the Rich!, published by prisoner Robert Thaxton, who was sentenced to seven years for injuring a Eugene policeman with a rock in a June 1999 riot. And the town is home...