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...worst time in our history, because it is Kurd killing Kurd," says Shazad Saib, a Talabani representative in Ankara. "We are destroying our newly found homeland." A Kurdish poem laments: "Red roses are the blood of brother slain by brother. When will the mountain rose no longer smell of my brother's blood?" Perhaps never...
...Alexander can't compete effectively for Republican primary votes by "just bein' Lamar." His image is that of a thoughtful, well-mannered millionaire-which he is. His record and reputation are those of a pragmatic centrist. And all those qualities smell unpleasantly of George Bush to the red-meat conservative voters who dominate the G.O.P.'s crucial early contests. As a result, Alexander has shifted sharply to the right on issues of special interest to conservatives-from abortion to affirmative action. He announced his candidacy last week wearing the red-and-black plaid flannel shirt that became his trademark when...
...been sober I've made three albums, and this is the best," he says. "Getting adjusted to a new way of life takes time. You don't go from 16 years of taking drugs to instant tranquillity." But he's not the sort to sit back and smell the royalties. "This album was a make-or-break thing for me," he says, "because I had to get off my backside and do something. I don't want to settle for a quiet life...
...this sounds a little serious for youth soccer, it's time to wake up and smell the Starbucks. As Joe always says, Vince Lombardi was wrong: Winning is everything. But if we didn't think the kids were really gaining something and developing as people, we wouldn't be coaching. If it still sounds too serious to you, look at the bright side: At least the players haven't formed a union. Rest assured that when they do, and they go on strike, Joe and I will stand united with Sparky Anderson in refusing to coach. Replacements just...
...cigarette in hand. With romanticized notions of Kerouac and Ginsberg, I am ready to light up and spout out deep thoughts. But the Cantab Lounge reminds me more of a scummy bar in the middle of nowhere than of the urban youth underground I am expecting. It's the smell of cheap beer, and not the energy of angst, that hits me as I walk...