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...need to be a Muslim or even that bright a bulb to create deadly mayhem. Richard Reid, the would-be shoe bomber, was a klutz, but one who might have downed an airliner en route to the U.S. in the days after 9/11. But the Miami warehouse cult that gave Cheney the willies seemed like they'd have trouble finding a Sears let alone blowing up the Sears Tower...
...Briton Kate Clow - a keen hiker living in Turkey - as an alternative to the mass tourism sweeping Turkey's coasts. Highlights include visiting the Iliad's ancient cities of Xanthos, Letoon and Patara, swimming in the sunken city of Kekova and exploring Lycian rock tombs carved into the cliffs. En route, turquoise waters and sandy coves are hemmed in by the imposing Taurus Mountains...
Shearer's Royal Ballet colleague Margot Fonteyn was by 1948 the world's top ballet dancer. Her grace, sense of drama and ability to remain en pointe for seemingly minutes on end won her wide acclaim (and the cover of TIME). Later, when she was in her 40s, she found new life and a new lover with young Rudolf Nureyev. But her story was gaudier than her renown: the stuff of affairs, abortions, gunrunning for her Panamanian husband, an old age stripped of wealth, burial in a pauper's grave. Tony Palmer's thrilling 2005 documentary brims with pertinent clips...
...reverberations and weight, meaning and memories. Beatles songs do what Cirque directors do: tell stories, weave moods, conjure fictional worlds. People coming to Love bring their personal connections to the songs with which Champagne's interpretations must compete. His task is not just to devise a magical mise-en-scene for a number but to equal the power of the original song. Otherwise, a viewer watching the Cirque interpretation of a Beatles song could say, "I don't see it like that...
...feet. This rainy Sunday night, as I forgo the football match and sit here in front of my computer to send my regards to The Crimson, my room reeks of the Camembert I mistakenly left out while briefly stepping out to join my host father in watching The Simpsons en Français. It is still delicious, though. (I’m currently in feasting mode, for the record). Aroma of Camembert or not, this moment is the first time during my whole month here that I have sat down in my room for a lengthy period of time. Scratch...