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There is no shortage of ways to see just how short of water Lake Mead is. You can count the white bathtub rings of mineral deposits on the bedrock walls of the sprawling, 250-sq.-mi. (647 sq km) reservoir, indicating the old high-water mark--now left nakedly exposed 100 ft. up. You can look at the docks that have been moved repeatedly, chasing the receding lake. Or you can simply read a line graph at the reservoir's visitor center, which tracks the water elevation of Lake Mead since it was created by the construction of the Hoover...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Postcard: Lake Mead | 3/20/2008 | See Source »

...sucks much of the oxygen out of the water. A sea without oxygen is little different from the surface of the moon - nothing can live there. Fish and other sea life flee, or suffocate. That's the Gulf's dead zone, and last year it reached 7,915 sq. mi (20,500 sq. km) - nearly the size of the New Jersey. Worse, the dead zone is getting bigger, with last year's bloom the third largest in history...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Another Problem with Biofuels? | 3/12/2008 | See Source »

...using the snaps to protect himself from crown prosecution. There are also pictures of establishment figures caught in flagrante in a bondage brothel and a ledger recording the payoffs made to the police by a porn kingpin. The movie plays the robbery as a kind of sting, arranged by MI 5, a branch of the British secret service. Their idea was to make the crime look like a standard heist, allow the robbers to keep the loot if they could escape the investigating cops, but grab the embarrassing evidence of royal playfulness. To this end, they engage the astonishingly beautiful...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Bank Job is Sweaty and Suspenseful | 3/7/2008 | See Source »

...mi-te-ro!” my brother read off the sign we’d approached, articulating every syllable like our own little Roberto Benigni in the back seat. My dad’s brow had grown increasingly furrowed as his high hopes for finding Iacurso gradually plummeted—our quest seemed dead, having found its final resting place at this seemingly private cemetery just off the arid dirt road...

Author: By Francesca T. Gilberti, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: All Roads Lead to Iacurso | 3/5/2008 | See Source »

...mi dispiace! Uhh sono Gilberti…mia famiglia, ça va?” my dad managed in his cacophonous dialect of English, French, and Italian...

Author: By Francesca T. Gilberti, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: All Roads Lead to Iacurso | 3/5/2008 | See Source »

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