Word: faraway
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Criticism of the war surely is dispiriting to the soldiers who are engaged in it. If you're killing and risking death in a miserable faraway desert, you ought to be able to believe that your sacrifice is in a worthy cause. But whose fault is it if that belief is hard to sustain? Is it the fault of people who note that the cause is not worthy? Or is it the fault of the people who sent American soldiers into this distant desert in an unworthy cause...
...subset of the Harvard population probably can’t distinguish between Hilles, HOLLIS, and Hillel. One need only walk the halls of Hilles’ upper floors to see that they are, indeed, desolate, and the café is anything but brewing with the social bustle of its faraway cousin in Lamont...
Born in Pakistan and based in London, artist Julia Condon has caused quite a stir with her one-of-a-kind mobiles. Made of cable, stainless steel, crystals, jade, Venetian glass, African beads and Peruvian opals, these rustproof pieces conjure up images of faraway galaxies. On earth, Condon scours flea markets from New York City to Paris, finding her materials from unlikely sources, once even taking apart a chandelier. She hopes her mobiles, with prices that start at $4,000, create a mesmerizing feeling for viewers. "I wanted to create something that's moving, that takes you away," she says...
...Tsering Dorje grew up in a tiny Tibetan village not far from the Dalai Lama's birthplace. As a child making pilgrimages with his family to seek blessings from faraway monks, he discovered Tibet's forests, mountains, rivers and wetlands. "I fell in love with these natural beauties," he says. "I wanted to stay lost in the forests forever." But in Tibet, where activism is viewed with suspicion by the Chinese government, his dreams of becoming a conservationist would not easily be realized. His early work documenting the negative environmental impact of a World Bank-funded project to relocate farmers...
...humvee bed was cold and hard, an inhospitable place to awaken. I struggled to sit up and fell back. My right leg burned from knee to hip. Blood was oozing from it; my right arm felt heavy and numb. Was I having a nightmare? The hollow, faraway sound of voices was dreamlike. I shook my right arm, trying to wake it up. Still no response. I elevated...