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...Americans sense intuitively that Iraq has a way of reducing what was once solid and certain into sand. Lawmakers from both parties expected September to be a month of reckoning for the President's Iraq policy - a stop-or-go moment when the U.S. would decide whether to continue the surge or begin an inevitable pullback. But even before Petraeus and Ambassador Ryan Crocker utter a word to Congress, that debate looks almost moot. Bush appears ready to continue the surge for another six months or so, and the Democrats lack the votes to check him. So what will unfold...
...Their attitude has never been exactly enlightened. They refer to Iraqis as "sand n-----s," and when one car goes speeding toward the checkpoint (after, the driver says, being waved through), they blow it up, injuring the driver and killing the woman in the back seat, who had been about to give birth. After the sergeant's death, one of the squad's less evolved members, B.B. Rush (Daniel Stewart Sherman), starts frisking an Iraqi schoolgirl with unseemly sexual forcefulness...
...idea of the level of detail (which is a term of art at Bungie, known as LOD), an audio engineer demonstrates, one by one, the sound of the Master Chief's footsteps, which change when he walks on ice, on gravel, on wood, on rubber, on grass, on sand, on glass and so on. Whenever the Master Chief fires his weapon --he tends to do that a lot--his gun ejects a shiny, jingling shell casing. "We actually are insane," the engineer says, "because we track the impact of each shell casing on each surface. Literally. We ought...
...cabana?' He kind of snapped at me, 'I already said no, and the weather's not great. I need to go back to work.' And at that moment, I disappointed my dad. It felt like falling apart, my self losing coherence. Imagine a sand castle with all the sand sliding away in the receding surf. So in the end, there's no center to take things in and process them and view the world. That was the first kind of scary, weird thing. Even more alarming, when I was 16 or 17, I suddenly, having just read Sylvia Plath...
...summer's lack of bullfights on Channel 1 may indeed be little more than the market at work. Younger generations are certainly less attached to bullfighting than their elders, for whom matadors and bland movies were the primary entertainments. But Sunday afternoons have hardly been cleansed of blood and sand, and bullfighting's departure from public television may even be temporary: the government's proposed new media law would require networks and producers to include programming that "promotes national identity." The question now is just how bullish Spain's identity remains...