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...inevitable, we can do sensible things to limit the damage and disruption--like using blast-proof glass in buses. Even things like emergency lighting can save lives. In London, it took more than an hour to clear the Underground. Many could not get out of cars or navigate pitch-black tunnels...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Facing Facts in America | 7/11/2005 | See Source »

...probability. Despite the attack and ensuing protests?far from the worst India has seen?the mood on both sides of the border finally seems to be moving beyond a half-century of confrontation. Today, Indians and Pakistanis meet as friends in business, on movie screens and on the cricket pitch. And in contrast to the murderous outrage that used to follow suspected Islamic attacks on Indian soil, there were no reports of reprisals against Muslims in India last week...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Stepping Back from Extremism | 7/11/2005 | See Source »

...never been able to sing very well. My pitch is, you know, off. But I've always enjoyed hearing composers sing their stuff. Some songwriters like Harold Arlen have great voices. But others--they may not be quite as off-pitch as I, but the important thing is the enthusiasm. And what I like about listening to the stuff was the enthusiasm of the young writer. It's genuine energy and joy in both the voice and the piano...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: 10 Questions for Stephen Sondheim | 7/10/2005 | See Source »

Sure. You may say I'm off-pitch, but I know what notes I'm supposed to be singing. Hummability really is a matter of repetition, and many of the songs of the so-called golden years of musical theater were hummable partly because there were four reprises in these shows, and then they got played on the air all the time. But show music does not make it to the air anymore...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: 10 Questions for Stephen Sondheim | 7/10/2005 | See Source »

Night falls early near the equator, and by 6:30 p.m. it’s dusky here in suburban Santa Ana, Costa Rica. By 10:00 p.m. it is pitch black on the main thoroughfare through the village, a road with no name and no street lamps, like every other street here. Tonight it is raining-raining black oil, slicking roads, roofs, every breathable molecule of air-and I am standing outside in the pitch darkness on the no-name main street, waiting to catch a bus to Piedades, another suburb of San Jose: I’m going night...

Author: By Grace Tiao, | Title: A Bus Stop Bear Hug | 6/27/2005 | See Source »

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