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...stake is a $60 billion worldwide market for hardware alone. That market includes the servers themselves, which can be as bulky as an IBM mainframe or as slender as a cigarette carton, as well as storage devices. All this iron runs on a variety of software: operating systems and protocols from Unix to Linux and, increasingly, Windows. There are battles over whose protocols are open to adaptation (guess where Windows stands?) and whether there ought to be more standardization. But those conflicts are being resolved by a vast new parallel business called Web services, which encompasses the software and technical...
...soldiers, motioning at the village. It was the end of the road; our escorts did not have permission to take us further. We had to enter Musa Qal'eh and hope its commander would guide us further north. We were not expected, and at the blue and white iron gates to his compound our soldiers shouted...
...Saturday morning Haji Abdul told us the governor was en route from Baghran. "He will come here and see you," he said, convincing us to wait. It was not long. The iron gates flung open and grimy 4x4s zoomed in. Haji Shir Mohammed had arrived. Shorter and younger than I had somehow expected, he told us Baghran was peaceful, the surrender a success. Rais the warlord had forsaken his power. "Rais is an old man, a leader of his tribe and a supporter of the government. He will live in the future as a white-bearded old man and will...
...seven stories buried beneath the street; the cleanup task could finish by next spring. At any given time, 1,000 people work inside the "red zone"--the area of devastation still off limits to the public. Workers there have put up a Christmas tree and an iron cross found in the wreckage; the New York Board of Rabbis erected a Star of David. A wooden platform used as a viewing station for families of the victims is covered with messages they have written with felt pens...
...hero, and I will write you a tragedy," said F. Scott Fitzgerald. On the morning of Sept. 11, primary day in New York City, Rudy Giuliani was paddling along with all the other lame ducks into oblivion. The tower of strength had become an object of pity: the iron man's cancer made him vulnerable, the righteous man's adultery made him hypocritical, the loyal man's passions?for his city and its cops and its streets and its ballplayers?divided the city even as he improved it. After abandoning Gracie Mansion, his marriage in flames, he was camping...