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...Institute for National Policy Research in Taipei. Even if the arms deal isn't authorized, Taiwan may still enjoy the benefits of American military hardware: the U.S. said last week that it was thinking of stationing a second aircraft carrier in the Pacific?making it easier to keep an eye on the Taiwan Strait...
...snow-swept Himalayan kingdom of Bhutan, women play a crucial role. But it's not as athletes aiming bamboo bows strung with lengths of stinging-nettle vine. Instead, Bhutanese women cluster near the male archers and take sole responsibility for keeping them from piercing the bull's-eye. "We distract them by singing rude songs," says Tshering Chhoden. "It's all part of the game." Adds her fellow Bhutanese Dhruba Kumar Chhetri: "The best thing to say is that the archer's wife has been sleeping around. That makes his concentration slip a little." Luckily, the modern Olympics give Bhutanese...
...radical as it was 11 years ago, Doom looks pathetically crude compared with Carmack's new brainchild. A first glance at a computer screen running Doom 3 is confusing to the eye: the illusion the game creates is so realistic. The secret? Light. Carmack has spent the past four years painstakingly studying optics, and he has figured out how to make photons bounce around in a virtual space in much the same way that they do in the real world. Suddenly, pebbly surfaces cast pebbly shadows. Air ripples from the heat of a broken steam pipe. There is a crispness...
...Celtic, long the home club of Ireland's diaspora. "We've got a million fans in North America," says David McNally, the club's sales director. This summer fans can see the Hoops in action and send their kids to Celtic soccer camps. But Celtic has its eye on an even bigger market: the 20 million Yanks now playing the game. Says McNally: "We'd like to get those players to fall in love with Celtic." --By Bill Saporito
...disposal, even cheeseburgers and kippers, donning khaki and a Panama straw hat, it’s easy to forget myself, history major that I am, and fall into the thinking that it’s 1954, and not decades later. When a visitor in either time caught eye of a black polished sedan surrounded by 20-or-so motorcycles flashing lights, they stood at attention, for it was he!—either Her Majesty’s Governor-General or the Tanzanian President and Commander-in-Chief. Those described in ever so many Rudyard Kipling works?...