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...back again." Almost a month later, Abdel Fatah is still in jail - and still blogging. "Today it hit me, I am really in prison," he wrote in a note smuggled out of jail and posted by his wife on the couple?s blog, "Manal and Alaa?s Bit Bucket." "I?m not sure how I feel...
Egyptian leader Hosni Mubarak's regime last week continued its crackdown on protesters, at right, who have been rallying against the government's decision to seek discipline for two judges who alleged fraud in last year's elections. Hundreds have been arrested, including Bit Bucket scribe Alaa Abdel-Fatah, who has become the agitators' virtual poster boy. Jailed on May 7, he blogs by passing notes to his wife, who posts them. His mood is surreal--"no feelings or emotions"; he hasn't joined other protesters on a hunger strike; and the jail has hundreds of cats. He is being...
...that played host to the campout. Although the group was instructed to extinguish the fire, Rennell and his fellow members of the Alaska Klub did not let the run in with HUPD spoil their evening plans. As vice president Rob E. Furrow ’07 ran for a bucket of water, Rennell led the group in a rousing rendition of “American Pie.” “Excuse me,” said the officer, straining to be heard over the chorus of Don McLean’s magnum opus. “Excuse...
...stereotypical farm hicks and caricatures of the stern “American Gothic” couple—made the video seem ridiculous and amateurish even before the cheesy animated tornado showed up. The professionalism improved in the video for 2003s “Suds in the Bucket,” but the fashion faltered—Evans wears a bizarre slip-looking dress that even she can’t pull off. Finally, with the new “Cheatin’” video, everything is clicking: the level of exaggeration is just right and the wardrobe...
...solid-brick home would easily withstand the gale-force winds - until he saw his wall-mounted television spear towards him. The heavy set catapulted him onto the floor. Rain pelted down on him. The roof was gone. Crausaz crawled out of the kitchen and in terror grabbed a plastic bucket, which he put over his head. For the next 40 minutes he half-knelt, half-lay on the floor with the bucket on his head, tightly gripping the door. "I know it wouldn't have stopped much," he says, "but I thought if I could keep the door closed...