Word: dusts
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...driver barrels past the building and our security - a pickup full of militia gunmen - follows in our 60 mph dust cloud. The car bounces over several massive potholes, and suddenly we're looking out at the sea over a rocky harbor where a couple of rusted tankers lie in water the color of malachite. The skeleton of a large building looms on a headland overhead. "The Aruba Hotel," says Fanah. "This was once the eighth or the ninth finest hotel in Africa." The tour continues...
...critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again...who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly...
...haven’t been bashful about their violent content. “The Departed” is easily the best film by Martin Scorsese in years (possibly since “Goodfellas”), while “Casino Royale” leaves most Bond films in the dust. But neither of these films is so good because of its violence. Indeed, the best action scene in “Casino Royale” is a beginning chase scene with practically no blood; “The Departed” works because of terrific acting by Jack Nicholson, Matt...
...says Boston Theater is tame? Catch the Gold Dust Orphans troupe performing “Silent Night of the Lambs” during a special Saturday matinee just in time for Christmas. But this isn’t one for the young ’uns; in this take on holiday lore, Santa, according to the Orphans’ website is “a man who, after hundreds of years of back breaking public service, has been driven to devour more than just a plate of stale cookies!” Check it out at the Machine Theater (normally...
...central Ramadi when suddenly a mortar slammed into a door leading to an outside toilet. The yells rose even before the sound of the massive blast faded. An Iraqi policeman dangling a bloody arm yowled in Arabic as he ambled down a corridor away from the smoke and dust of the explosion. Worried shouts and the barking of orders surrounded one of the American wounded as he lay on his back in the same hall, bleeding heavily. Another wounded American sat stunned with blood flowing from his mouth and gashes on his head and neck. Outside, a Navy medic...