Word: grewing
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...agent who spent nearly three decades "on the operations side" of the espionage business, Bolten has an aversion to publicity wired into his genetic code. Though he knew who his father's employer was, he was told little else--even long after his father retired. "I grew up thinking that dads just didn't talk about what happened at the office," he says...
Galen Hamilton, a tall, fourth-generation logger, contemplates the timbered mountains (ponderosa pine, Douglas fir) where he grew up around Horseshoe Bend, Idaho. He points to vast, unregenerated bald patches burned off in earlier fires he blames on Forest Service fecklessness, and speaks bitterly about Washington's clueless authoritarianism (so he thinks of it) in shutting down logging operations--in letting the forest become a rank, dangerous tinderbox. The sticker on his pickup reads: ARE YOU AN ENVIRONMENTALIST? OR DO YOU WORK FOR A LIVING...
...Online education draws most of its revenue from employer-sponsored training, but the industry is increasingly looking to the attractive demographic of baby boomers and seniors - now the fastest-growing Internet population. That group grew 18.4% in 1999, according to research firm Media Metrix. And it's not composed of casual users: adults 50 and over actually spend 6.3 more days per month logged on the Net than do 18-to-24-year-olds...
...creatures of taste, fated always to favor the era we grew up in? The work of Nicolas Ghesquiere, the 29-year-old French designer who has brought Balenciaga back to cult status while reviving that skinny-panted, big-shouldered, tough-chic '80s silhouette, above, would certainly seem to suggest so. Ghesquiere, who will show in New York City for the first time this fall, for the Italian line Callaghan, has already become a darling of local stylists. Who can blame them? It's hard not to get excited by a fashion designer who so resolutely marches to the beat...
...time went by, my little seamen died off one by one, Survivor-style, until only one remained. It grew larger, uglier and more humanoid. Its fins got less finny and more leggy, and its pale, puffy face came to resemble Alfred Hitchcock's. Our conversation got more sophisticated too, although the creature didn't get more affectionate. It greeted me with "yeah, hello, whatever." It called me "fuzzy" and "air sucker." It whined when I didn't keep its tank warm enough--acting as fussy as Niles on Frasier...