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...with the way light plays on surfaces--car bodies, plate glass, glossed lips. And who hasn't imagined his or her life as a TV show, every minor drama magnified, every view airbrushed, a Natasha Bedingfield song ripping hearts out every time you sadly adjust your sunglasses at a red light...
...sordid quality of an inside joke: Oprah Winfrey called Obama "the One," and McCain's dyspeptic staffers latched on to that moniker, and now there's a sardonic ad using the messianic nickname, filled with celestial images of Obama smiling and orating grandiloquently, followed by Charlton Heston parting the Red Sea. When Obama--correctly--said that keeping your tires inflated was one way to conserve energy (and save some money), McCain distributed tire-pressure gauges stamped OBAMA'S ENERGY PLAN...
...anthrax investigation. It was an expensive, cinematic strategy that would ultimately lead nowhere, but no one knew that then. Except perhaps for the older man who stood off to the side handing out coffee and sandwiches. In addition to being a respected scientist, Bruce Ivins was a Red Cross volunteer, manning the canteen. He was known as reliable and cheerful, and he had been asked by the Frederick County, Md., chapter to take time off from his job to help keep the agents fed and warm. Hours later, one of the agents realized Ivins worked...
...General Assembly of jocks, some 16,000 athletes and coaches from around the world packed into 40 high-rise buildings, sprawled across 160 acres at the northwest corner of Beijing's Olympic Green. Look, there goes the Hungarian judo team, in red-and-white warm-ups! The South African badminton players, with their green and gold, share a sidewalk with the blue-clad Cuban shooter. Is Crayola an Olympic sponsor? It's a massive, multicolored gathering of young, strong and attractive athletes, a place where the food is free, the parties are plentiful, and the - well, let's just...
...photographer Thomas Dworzak and I arrived at Kuyera, four children died. There were four more the next day. Hundreds queued with their parents in the rain outside the gates, waiting to be weighed and measured. Inside, children were sectioned by age and urgency. Each were given red and green plastic bowls for diarrhea and vomit. On that first day, I glimpsed Ayano in the intensive care room, wrapped in a red and blue blanker, struggling to breathe, his eyes tipped back into his skull. When I next saw him, he was trussed up the blanket that had become his death...