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When police came to Nguyen Van Dai's door on Feb. 8, the Vietnamese human-rights lawyer thought he was in for a routine questioning session. After all, police had summoned the high-profile dissident at least five times in the previous six months to grill him about his educational seminars on democracy. But this time was different. Dai was taken to his local People's Committee, where about 200 murmuring citizens were waiting to denounce him for crimes against society. One by one, members of the audience, most of them elderly, shuffled to the microphone to criticize...
...back to the maternity ward, woman! The regular contraceptive pill is not, and has never been, available over-the-counter (OTC) in any American pharmacy. In order to get hold of “The Pill,” a woman must first see a doctor, who will politely grill her on her sexual history, suggest strongly that she have a pair of tongs stuck up her vagina for a pap smear, and send her on her merry way with a renewable prescription for control over her own body...
Easy to say but fiendishly difficult to execute in a world where carbon emitters range from coal-fired power plants to the backyard grill. "How many sources of carbon dioxide are we talking about?" mused Fitzgibbons. "How do you allocate the amounts? t's a geometrically complex arrangement...
...exhibit called "The Vader Project," where 75 artists, including Paul Frank, Marc Ecko and a guy who calls himself Sucklord, customized Darth Vader helmets. The artists created a Statue of Liberty Vader, a Full Metal Vader with camo theme, a hip-hop Vader with a jewel encrusted grill and a black fleece Vader with an exposed pink fleece brain. Sucklord, a New York City artist who declines to share his "government name," used his helmet to construct a diorama of Tatooine, the desert planet that is the setting for most of the films. "I first saw Star Wars when...
...been seeping out of a broken sewage pipe for a week. We turn toward the center of Mansour, driving along a familiar set of railroad tracks. Looking across the gravel berms, I can see our old street. I see the empty corner where a group of brothers used to grill giant splayed carp, called masgouf, over open coals every evening. Down farther is the flat-roofed house where we lived and worked. I haven't been back there since March 24, 2004, when our bureau manager, Omar Kamal, was gunned down on his way to work, a sign that...