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NATO remains flummoxed by the limp Serbian air defense. The Pentagon suggests it signifies allied success in taking down the Serbian air-defenses, by attacks, jamming and corrupting data, which the allies have fed into Yugoslav computers through microwave transmissions. Pentagon analyst Franklin Spinney says Serbia's plan echoes its World War II tactics. The Germans sent 700,000 troops into Serbia but were unable to root Serbian partisans out despite four years of fierce fighting. "The Serbs are using their air-defense system as a quasi guerrilla force to capture the attention and distract the focus of NATO...
...offered a line that made more sense alongside the awful images. Military planners lamented that bad weather, clever Serb tactics, White House worries about collateral damage--and a reluctance to risk pilots' lives--kept them from hitting at Milosevic as hard as they wished. And diplomats complained that the limp military effort wasn't bringing the Serbs to heel fast enough. "You want to know the truth?" asked a senior State Department official who had urged a tougher assault against Milosevic. "We don't think we've accomplished anything." That frustration, in part, led NATO to speed up the pace...
...After coughing up a few more tokens, we pooled the coins for go at the stuffed animal crane machine. The jaws of the crane remained limp, failing to clench the plush Betty Boop I had set my sights on, so I cursed and kicked the machine. Our evening had been full to the brim with Somerville-style amusement, and we unanimously agreed to call it a night. Finding a taxi took ample effort, but after trekking a block and scaling a snow bank, we came upon the comforting sight of yellow checkers...
After coughing up a few more tokens, we pooled the coins for go at the stuffed animal crane machine. The jaws of the crane remained limp, failing to clench the plush Betty Boop I had set my sights on, so I cursed and kicked the machine. Our evening had been full to the brim with Somerville-style amusement, and we unanimously agreed to call it a night. Finding a taxi took ample effort, but after trekking a block and scaling a snow bank, we came upon the comforting sight of yellow checkers...
...three kids will eat. I'll start by cutting up an onion, but first I have to clear the countertop. Mail, newspapers, coupons--hey, there's the checkbook--it all goes on top of the dryer. The onion goes into a pot of instant broth along with a few limp carrots and some leftover chicken. The camera trails me as I crush some ice for the toddler, who's teething, and throw a load of whites into the wash...