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Robin is candid about what she calls the "void" in her life. She lost her job last year as an administrator in Century 21's lobbying office. "I'm very content, but there's a small, medium area I would like to fill," she says. Like many children of divorce, she loves the idea of family and hopes for the opportunity to have a child. She jokes that the Doles' dog Leader is "my stepbrother." On the first Mother's Day after her father remarried, she took flowers to Elizabeth Dole, who, she says, cried because she didn't think...
...America has a TV and a telephone, and many are presumably curious to learn what the World Wide Web is all about. If they could use their existing sets to access the Infobahn from the comfort of their La-Z-Boys, the Web might finally become the mass medium its promoters have been promising all along...
Thus the concussion passes through the medium of media. The accidental video's evil instant becomes a sudden, globally repeated icon, replayed insistently until it erases the 1996 Olympics' prior signature of celebration and courage, the image of a young gymnast performing through her pain. In a split second, the story changes utterly, and so, for the moment at least, does the moral of the story. That's what bombs are for--to redirect the story line, or obliterate its earlier meaning...
...medium of the media is a global saturation and does not grant moral exemptions. The Atlanta bomb has now caused the electronic atmosphere to buzz in the mind in an unpleasant way. The gaudily hyped Olympics were suddenly overcome by their media countershadow--so that the brightness now trails an equal and opposite darkness. Is it that terror and the media were implicated in some interconnected, overcommercialized Heisenberg effect? Did the media focus on the Games invite a terrorist to fasten his fatal attention where the lights were brightest? Perhaps. (On the other hand, the Ku Klux Klan in Georgia...
...friends regularly walk up to me in sheer amazement with eyes as big as medium-sized tractor tires (ok, maybe their eyes are only big from the Vivarin they took to write that Historical Studies B-52 paper) and ask me how I manage to do all the things I do and still have time to relace my tennis shoes on Thursday evenings. Then I just smile that winning smile and tell them how I manage to save so much time. I tell them how I do it. And that...