It's Saturday morning at Ariel Sharon's ranch, and the buoyant candidate for prime minister is calling for his maps. Political advisers wander in and out of the kitchen taking instructions, entreating him not to say too much in his interview. "We can't find the maps," complains Omri, Sharon's 36-year-old son, who runs his election campaign and is starting to assume the burly dimensions of his father.
The 1936 presidential election was fought over Social Security. Late in the campaign, the Republican candidate, Alfred M. Landon, a good man, made a bad mistake attacking the new program as "unjust, unworkable, stupidly drafted and wastefully financed," its contributory features "a cruel hoax." Kenneth S.
Forget Wheaties. In corporate America these days, the breakfast of would-be champions is dog food. Or so it seems, given the current popularity of the phrase "eating your own dog food." Like the hair of a shedding pooch, it's everywhere, showing up in newspaper headlines, computer-industry magazines and executive sound bites. "It's important for us to eat our own dog food," a spokesman for Internet consultant iXL Enterprises was quoted saying recently.
A naked woman stands before a mirror, her back to the camera. She is swaying softly to the sounds of Chris Isaak singing, "Baby done a bad, bad thing." Her head with its tousled red curls is lilting to the twanging guitar, her eyes fixed on her long, curved body, which we see reflected in the mirror.
For Philip True, Mexico was not just another stopover in a career as a foreign correspondent. It had become his home. And it was there that the 50-year-old American, a man who never abandoned the values he had embraced in the 1960s, indulged his two passions: writing about the poor and hiking into the jagged reaches of nature.
Rupert Murdoch is a sports fanatic. No, you won't find the media tycoon hanging over the rail at a horsetrack, rolled program in hand, or screaming with the lager louts at a football match. (He was reportedly last seen inside a British football stadium in the 1970s.) Murdoch's love for sports is purely financial.