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...General Randall Schmidt, was spurred by eyewitness accounts from FBI agents at Gitmo from mid-2002 to mid-2004. According to just-released memos, agents reported seeing captives shackled in a fetal position for 24 hours without food or water and left in their own excrement, another gagged with duct tape that covered much of his head and another who had torn out his hair after being chained all night in a hot room. Former Army Sergeant Erik Saar, who served at Gitmo and wrote Inside the Wire with TIME correspondent Viveca Novak, has described an instance in which...
...task, and NASA ground crews had to coach the Discovery astronauts through the fabrication of attachments resembling flyswatters for the arm. While a ground team experimented with a duplicate of the arm, Discovery's "swat" team employed such mundane equipment as Swiss Army knives and a roll of duct tape to turn some plastic tubing, wire, a metal sunshade frame and plastic notebook covers into tools. The makeshift instruments, they hoped, would catch the trigger, initiating a 45-minute sequence that would culminate in the firing of the LEASAT's propulsion rocket...
...What really stumps Kapur is the giant water pipe on which he's balancing. The duct cuts through the maze of rubbish-strewn roofs and filthy alleys to carry water to the seafront Art Deco apartments of Colaba, the flashiest neighborhood in India's most swanky town. But here in Dharavi, a lost city under the overpasses linking the airport with the steel-and-glass blocks downtown, the only running water is what seeps out of cracks in the pipe. Which brings Kapur to other difficult digits. Like 150, the number of working toilets in Dharavi. Or 20, the number...
...Smith). Thanks to their relentless firehose of hype, Oberst has become the pouty poster boy for an uninspired mass of faux-alternative artists whose gentle yet tearful lyrical confessions sell millions of records to disaffected youth squealing, “I want my MTV2!” And their duct-taped wallets are just twitching for Bright Eyes’ latest two albums, released simultaneously as Digital Ash In A Digital Urn and I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning...
...three-hour nap that I made it to Glazer-Capp’s point 41: “Post Shuttle Times.” In a classic case of the interplay between astonishment, rest and Gordon’s vodka, I promptly printed a shuttle schedule and duct-taped it myself to the stone column framing Johnston Gate on my way to an unofficial Moore-Nichols party in the Quad. If only some similarly intoxicated good Samaritans could have added points to the Moore-Nichols platform...