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POLITICIAN About halfway between Iceland's capital city of Reykjavík and the small town of Hveragerdi, the smell of sulfur hangs in the air. White plumes of steam billow from deep under the earth into the blue sky, and moss covers the lava-strewn ground. It's a dramatic scene, and if Icelandic President Olafur Grimsson has his way, it will be the stage for the next big advance against global warming...
...smell a setup - the old governmental double-cross - don't bother congratulating yourself. We're only halfway through Act 1 of Shooter, the latest movie in the conspiracy-theory genre. Filmmakers have spun some pretty decent political nightmares out of the fear of another Lincoln, McKinley or Kennedy assassination. The Manchurian Candidate, of blessed memory, established the format; The Parallax View, Three Days of the Condor, Winter Kills, JFK, Conspiracy Theory and last year's BBC fake-umentary Death of a President all ran cunning variations on it. Shooter, written by Jonathan Lemkin from Stephen Hunter's novel Point...
...started the epic all over again, even as he lost all sight in his right eye and most in his left. One Japanese word for the rainy season, baiu, can be written out to suggest the scent of "plum rain," Dalby informs us-or to refer to the smell of "mold rain." Poetry and practicality, in other words, converge...
...patron invited American Jeff Koons to rebuild his 12-m-high topiary terrier in the forecourt of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Sydney. At a time when cutting-edge art was still frowned on in Australia, Puppy-which required audiences to do little more than stop and smile and smell the flowers-was a palatable panacea. Later purchased by the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain, Koons' Postmodernist sculpture would become a global mascot for contemporary art. But back in Sydney, Puppy played a more practical role, too. Its presence helped usher audiences through into the MCA to see the country...
...Smell the Roses...