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...Jordan surely meant well. Most of us would err on the side of protecting a colleague's life. And there's nothing evil about wanting to report from Iraq - especially in the '90s, when America was focusing like a laser beam on its own navel. But precisely because for many of those years there was no Fox News, no MSNBC and no al-Jazeera, CNN's reporting - and omissions - had even greater influence in shaping perceptions of Iraq, particularly in the Middle East. If it couldn't tell viewers how its newsgathering was shaped by implicit death threats...
...grandparents called such exercises navel gazing and would have advised against them. But what did they know? Very little--about psychiatry, at least--and, moreover, they didn't want to know. How times have changed! Now we don't just want to know; we need to know. But this doesn't mean we always can. --With reporting by Sora Song
...broadcast and many cable networks tossed out their normal programming schedules (and their advertising) on the anniversary, as if supersaturating the airwaves--turning Sept. 11 into a virtual national holiday--could magically confine the terrible events to history, never to be repeated. There was mawkishness, anger, finger pointing, navel gazing, bathos, pathos--every possible response except forgetting...
Invisible Downtown is an American band of the old-fashioned REM school. Their lyrics are full of locale-specific imagery and stories of cruel women; one song even name-checks “The Great Gatsby.” There is little room for Radiohead-style navel-inspection in their power-pop broadside. “Power-pop” is an unfortunate term for anything except a large bubblegum balloon, but such are the vagaries of music terminology. Luckily, Invisible Downtown’s debut The Safest Place is one of the strongest arguments for the term?...
It’s hard to be smooth in a green blazer and navel-high trousers, but Daniel S. Jacobs ’05 is up for the challenge. Perched on a bench outside Wellesley College’s Spring Fling dance, he draws a cigarette from his pocket and chats with his date. Two of the young woman’s friends approach the bench; there’s only one proper thing for a gentleman such as himself to do. As dusk falls on the campus, the dashing young Harvard man rises to his feet and escorts...