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That day Rusty Yates noticed a nervousness in the way Andrea moved around the kitchen, setting out cereal bowls and milk for the kids. Rusty asked her to get ointment for Paul's lip, which he'd hurt at the playground. Andrea hurriedly dabbed on the gel. John asked Rusty if he could finally have his long-awaited turn going to work with him at NASA and playing games at Space Center Houston. But Rusty had a space-shuttle design meeting that morning and was not in the mood to take John along. He told him to stay with Mommy...
...Currently Quijorna has about 285 members who fully accept the withered look of their playground, which consumes no more liters of water than an average household in a year. "At first sight, it's shocking. But at least you feel like a part of nature. It's not an artificial surface you're playing on. It's perfect," says Juan Martïn, who just joined the reduced-water golf course. He certainly doesn't view Quijorna's crunchy landscape as a handicap. tel: (34-628) 64 34 11; www. quijornagolf.com
...Overlooking his bone-dry club, dotted with almond trees, he adds: "Let's just say we're going back to the origins of golf. Natural surroundings, just like the conditions and design of the course." Currently Quijorna has about 285 members who fully accept the withered look of their playground, which consumes no more liters of water than an average household in a year. "At first sight, it's shocking. But at least you feel like a part of nature. It's not an artificial surface you're playing on. It's perfect," says Juan Martín, who just...
...inches forward towards the onramp. “Get in,” the driver says, her voice cracking. A plastic blowfish bath toy swings from the rearview mirror. The car smells like saccharin, like a new synthetic interior mixed with a kid come straight off the playground. The doughy-faced, front-seat passenger introduces us first to her 10-year-old daughter, sitting next to Simon, and then to the visibly nervous driver in front of me. While Simon tries to make the hosts feel more comfortable by talking movies, I silently catalogue the various offenses I might suspect...
...this awe the world has for this University used to only serve as a reminder of the shortcomings of the education here. So often in my four years at Harvard, I’ve walked through the Yard, absorbing the crisp sights and sounds of this academic playground with more than my fair share of cynicism and disdain. Bitter, acerbic, jaded, I would sweep my eyes from brick to branch disappointed and disaffected with certain elements of my education. “This is the best school in the world?” I would think after a Shakespeare section...