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That first day in Silopi, the dig is called off. The prosecutor cites security concerns, the lawyers are despondent. But the next morning, the digger reappears and, this time, the gate opens. Every day since has brought reports of new bones. But as we drive out of Silopi, we pass convoys of tarpaulin-covered military trucks rumbling towards the Iraqi border, as they have every March in recent memory. Spring means a return to good weather, and fighting the PKK in the mountains. The trucks are a reminder that the road ahead for Turkey is long and bumpy. But change...
HoCo sent out TWO formal questionnaires (the first was deemed “inconclusive” by resident polling experts.) On the second pass, Top of the Hub won by a hair's breadth, with 52 percent of the vote (150 people). In-house had 48 percent of the vote (136 people). But HoCo opted to ignore the majority ruling, deciding to conduct an in-house formal anyway, because it was more “economically feasible." Ahh, how the noble instrument of democracy is scorned...
...losing effort to Princeton. “Matt is exactly what you look for in a player,” Weissbourd says. “He can play anywhere on the court. He’s a great all-around player and athlete—he’ll pass the ball and set as well as anyone else on the team. He can do it all.” “It’s a meritocracy,” Jones says. “If you can get on the court, the seniors will treat you like...
...What's alarming about a war with the Pashtun is that we know so little about these people. A common complaint among NATO soldiers these days in Afghanistan is the reliance on Tajik translators and intelligence sources. The Tajiks more often than not pass on bogus information that has led to attacks on innocent civilians - often Pahstun whom the Tajiks have little sympathy...
...find real Nishi, too. A shaman wanders into our camp, his hornbill cap adorned with a mirror and a majestic eagle feather. One night, three silent Nishi fishermen carrying torches pass our camp. We watch their silhouettes flicker and vanish into the steep night forest. They had lit torches to find their way, and to scare off tigers and evil spirits. I shiver, glad that we're on the river, and just passing through...