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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Taking several liberties, Hogue translates the passage as follows: "In the year 1999 and seven months [July], A great King of Terror will come from the sky. He will bring back the great King Genghis Khan. Before and after Mars rules happily...

Author: By Eric M. Nelson, | Title: Taking Nostradamus at His Word | 11/17/1997 | See Source »

...question that can never be answered--it's all right there. In the cemetery at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, Veterans Day will pass without formal observation; if the weather holds, the 6,827 men, women and children interred there will spend the day under a cerulean sky and pompon trees, and the living around them will give them the merest thought. Cemeteries reward the ironist...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: WEST POINT, NY: TOO MANY BRAVE SOULS | 11/17/1997 | See Source »

...excluded from the lavish world that Norfleet has put on display. Two women's backs block the foreground. All we catch is the smoke of their cigarettes trailing up into the sky. One woman, her skin as taught as plastic surgery might allow, stares virtually through us. Her sunglasses shade her from the sun and the world as the viewer knows...

Author: By Hanna R. Shell, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Life And Times of a Fabled Polymath: Anthropologist of Life | 11/14/1997 | See Source »

Other photographs deal with the human political sphere. "Color Bar" broaches the issue of race, as group of black beetles and a group of green beetle face off atop a pile of old bones. Although technical dead, each group seems alive in its moment of confrontation. The sky in the background is dark and menacing. As in Norfleet's other work, the contrasts run deep, as anthropology is simultaneously charted and created...

Author: By Hanna R. Shell, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Life And Times of a Fabled Polymath: Anthropologist of Life | 11/14/1997 | See Source »

Foale, however, had a handy way to figure it out. If he held up his thumb at arm's length, he could blot out a patch of sky equal to about 1 1/2[degrees] of arc--a point of reference he could use, along with his watch, to determine how fast a spacecraft was moving. Foale swam over to the window, spent a few minutes watching stars come and go behind his thumb, and swam back to Tsibliyev and Lazutkin. "Tell them we're moving one degree per second," he said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A BAD DAY IN SPACE | 11/3/1997 | See Source »

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