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Guessing who's going to be next has become a kind of morbid party game. It has given rise to the dotcom dead pool, a highly popular website run by 24-year-old New Yorker Philip Kaplan (found at the X-rated address F_____dCompany.com) Launched on Memorial Day, it has already received more than 80,000 sign-ups. Kaplan's secret: besides running sweepstakes on the big losers, his site has quickly become the central rumor mill of the Internet economy. Human-resources departments scour it for tips on where to send the headhunters next, and analysts check...
Finding liquid water on Mars' surface has never been easy--mostly because it simply can't exist there. The modern-day Martian atmosphere has barely 1% the density of Earth's, and the planet's average temperature hovers around a paralyzing -67[degrees]F. In an environment as harsh as this, any water that did appear would either vaporize into space or simply flash-freeze where it stood. What scientists studying Martian history have always looked for instead are clues that the planet's ancient water left behind--tracks where vanished rivers once flowed, basins where vanished seas once stood...
...unexpected, their unlikely location was even more so. Planetologists have long assumed that if underground water was going to bubble up on Mars, it would have to be somewhere in the comparatively balmy equatorial zones, where temperatures at high noon in midsummer may approach a shirtsleeves 68[degrees]F. Almost all the new channels, however, were spotted at the planet's relative extremes--north of 30[degrees] north latitude and south of 30[degrees] south--and all were carved on the cold, shaded sides of slopes...
...F. Gomes suggested "Elian: The Musical" be cast thus...
Junkie memoirs always have happy endings; they are written by the survivors. But few dopester epics have the goofy lilt of Denis Johnson's 1992 tapestry of short stories. His hero, known only as F__head, is a Candide of the hard stuff, a clumsy innocent who finds comic epiphanies in degradation and atrocity. This film, with handsome Billy Crudup as FH and Samantha Morton as his doomed love, has no visual style to match Johnson's poetic prose. It just lays out the funny-gory scenes--say, a man with a hunting knife in his eye--and hopes...