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...levels. Life in Baghdad in January 2008 is still a far cry from normalcy. Those of us who were here in 2003 and 2004 remember the backed-up traffic and streets wheezing with raw, unencumbered capitalism, let loose after decades of state-controlled socialism. Back then we ate lunch at hole-in-the chicken shacks. Today, those places literally are holes in the walls...
...green-colored. But check out his Sept. 19 column, about energy-gobbling cities like Doha and Dalian: “Hey, I’m really glad you switched to long-lasting compact fluorescent light bulbs in your house. But the growth in Doha and Dalian ate all your energy savings for breakfast.” Tom! I imagine him waking up, staring at his hands, and saying, “My God, it’s all meaningless!” before writing this one. (4) The Onion (?!) What the hell? Thomas wrote two columns this year that copied...
...requisite limits imposed by space and information. Their headlines have a certain Timesey-ness; it’s hard to define, but regular readers know it when they see it. To provide a bit of direction, I present the Times-iest front page headlines of Fall 2007: 1) Well: Ate Too Much? Tight Pants May Be the Smallest Worry This Thanksgiving stunner features a nice correspondence between tiny pants and insignificant concerns, but its best aspect is the way that “Well”—the general heading of other standouts like “Well...
Back in the early cretaceous period, some 120 million years ago, a ferocious, flesh-eating creature roamed Thailand. It had four-inch teeth, measured 21 feet from snout to tail and ate other dinosaurs. When they discovered its bones in 1996 in a jungle riverbed, scientists called it Siamotyrannus isanensis, after the country's old name, Siam, and the impoverished northeastern Thai region where the bones lay, Isaan...
...that simple, of course. The more beef I ate, the more paradoxes and marketing myths I found. A new emphasis on breeds and denominations of origin helps distinguish premium beef, but is hardly infallible. Limousin and Charolais are the glory of France, while modern Tuscans still sacrifice snowy Chianina cattle, prized by the Romans and Etruscans, for their Florentine steaks. Brits stake their rosbif reputation on Aberdeen Angus. However, labels of origin are often misleading and sometimes meaningless, especially when cattle are trucked long distances and merely finished for a few weeks at whatever highway exit will give them more...