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...have a second for the environment?”), I sigh and shake my head. It can be a drag to work with the administration instead of against it. Meetings, e-mails, closed doors, red tape—it’s never as sexy as spray painting your chest and hooting call-and-response chants through a bullhorn at University Hall. In many ways, I regret not doing more of that. Still, I tell myself, I’m not a complete suit. I’ve realized over the last two years that what’s best...
...delivered to the makeshift morgue at Dili's Gido Valadares hospital, it bore the marks of an autopsy-an examination Barros' family say was carried out without their permission. Holes and marks on Barros' clothes suggested he had been wounded in the back of the neck, right buttock and chest. Barros' sister, Francesca da Cruz, speculates that he was hit from behind by bullets fired from a helicopter...
...bottle of water, some Orbit gum, and a newspaper. Then, standing over the shelves of magazines, I gave in to a guilty desire and bought the March issue of Cosmopolitan. Whenever I pick up a copy of Cosmo, my immediate impulse is to pull the magazine close to my chest and to look around to check that no one I know is present to witness the act. This reaction must be a throwback to the grocery store checkout lines of my youth in which my gaze at the magazine’s dirty cover was liable to ignite a rant...
Second, the ad itself is, if anything, critical of the absurdities of straight male homophobia. That pulling out chest hair, pummeling each other with deadly weapons, or drinking motor oil qualifies as “manly” is as ridiculous as saying Red Sox designated hitter David Oritz is slender. (In case you fit another gay stereotype, the Red Sox is a baseball team, baseball is a sport, and sport is outdoor athletic activity performed by teams.) I don’t recall a chapter in “Manliness,” last year’s sensation...
...When No. 10 got back on his feet, chest-bouncing the football toward his fellow players, his teammates rewarded him with loud "well done" cheers, as if he had come off with an unexpected triumph. "He plays well. But in summer," sniped 59-year-old Antonin Votruba, shaking his woolen pompom-topped red-white club hat. His buddies nodded knowingly. No. 10 himself misses the warm weather...