On a June 3rd visit to several industrial parks in Binh Duong province, an epicentre of the May mayhem, machines hummed and workers could be seen peaceably zipping about on motorbikes.
Of course, there is work, like the river of paper from Washington that keeps the fax machines humming and the FedEx trucks coming, and the frequent drives to the main ranch house, three minutes away, to deliver documents for Mr. Bush to sign.
The old buildings have what the Internet companies need: sturdy floors and high ceilings to accommodate heavy, delicate equipment; abundant electrical power to keep the machines humming and easy access to the optical-fiber cables that are the highways of the Internet.
Air ventilation machines hum and hiss in every classroom.
Inside, the Plek fret-dressing machine hums, lathes turn and sanders buzz as instruments are made in large numbers (81,000 last year).
The motion is smooth, and the machine hums with every step.
The ANC facsimile machine hums with invitations from world leaders and requests for Mandela interviews and speeches.
The vending machine hums, the soft sound of fingers pressing keys floats through the air and the Jeffersonian street lights flicker in the distance.
A breathing machine hums while he works.
Emily wishes her husband would stop wriggling, pulling the covers his way, causing squeaky farting noises along the surface edges of his facemask as the car battery-sized machine hums on his nightstand.
