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...group of reporters for a controlled visit to Tarin Kowt; on Oct. 5 it was announced that Australian and Afghan troops had captured a notorious Taliban bomb-maker. The publicity may have shored up Australians' enthusiasm for the Afghanistan mission, but it has yet to penetrate the mud-walled forts of Oruzgan's tribal chiefs, whose support is now needed more urgently than ever...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fatal Error | 10/9/2008 | See Source »

...know what I’m talking about, right??). Mikey, correct me if I’m wrong, but it works from the inside-out: my friends, my family, and then my community at large.The weekend all started with a pick-up game with my best friends, in the mud and cold of a cool Friday September night. It continued with my family’s alma mater, the Univesity of Virginia, getting their crap rocked by previously un-victorious (?) Duke in ACC play, and it ended with “the slip felt (read, heard, who knows) round...

Author: By Walter E. Howell, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: WALLY WORLD: Backyard Football Cures All That Ails | 9/29/2008 | See Source »

...personal style. There are high-backed upholstered sofas from Spain, a chandelier from the Netherlands, Chinese wedding cabinets, black-lacquer tabletops from Vietnam and Burmese art. In place of the pinks and reds so common in the subcontinent, there is a palette of avocado and chocolate, indigo, ebony, mud and ivory...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Family Jewel | 8/14/2008 | See Source »

...teff, a cereal used to make the flat, spongy bread injera. As a warm July rain falls on a patchwork of smallholdings half a day's walk from the nearest road, the women harvest yams, the men plow behind sturdy oxen and fat chickens, goats and cows roam outside mud huts. And yet for all the apparent abundance, this area is so short of food that many are dying from starvation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Ethiopia: Pain amid Plenty | 8/6/2008 | See Source »

Ralph Fiennes, head nearly shaved, thin frame draped in mud-brown haberdashery, stands in an implied graveyard and works his mouth into a sour scowl as he says he doesn't mind the smell of corpses. "A trifle on the sweet side perhaps, a trifle heady, but how infinitely preferable to what the living emit, their feet, teeth, armpits, arses, sticky foreskins and frustrated ovules." Fiennes enumerates these body parts with slow precision, and in a tone of crescendoing disgust. It might be a litany of curses, a bill of criminal charges brought against a species about to be condemned...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Samuel Beckett: Dead Laughing | 7/30/2008 | See Source »

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