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...conversation was agreeably familiar - not much different from many you'd hear in the U.S. Syed also brought his eight-year-old niece. She was a sweet kid, friendly and smiling, and a little wild. And she kept sneaking away from the table to play beside a stream that ran through the hotel garden. Then her uncle asked her: "Who is Osama bin Laden? And the girl replied: "He's a kind man. Osama's helping the Muslim people...
Every morning, just after dawn, the first of a group of dignified, luxuriantly bearded Afghans go into a flower-filled garden bounded by a spring-fed stream and open their Korans. Later they pray and eat breakfast, nodding solemnly to the bedraggled foreigners who wander outside. This serene setting is in fact part of the defense ministry of the United Front. Only two things give any hint of the place's real purpose: the crackle of radios and the comings and goings of officers--Bismullah Khan, the overall commander for the area, said to be in intense negotiations with Taliban...
...volumes of poetry, the Grolier Poetry Shop now has over 19,000. Nearly 30 years after Solano took over, the Grolier has a large following of readers. It offers one of the highest-quality poetry series in the area, which last year cost $17,000 to orchestrate. A steady stream of customers flows in, many of them students looking for a Norton Anthology or for the textbook for Helen Vendler’s class. The store also arranges an annual poetry festival and the annual Grolier Poetry Prize; the latter has been co-sponsored for the last three years...
...Store 24. It was sketchy as hell, but it was still kind of nice. You can’t get sketchy week-old donuts from Voice Stream...
...write will be a silly bi-weekly romp through the pages of Glamour magazine, complete with tantrum-type rants and bizarro generalities about a magazine we all pretend not to read. I hope to add a splash of frivolity to the editorial page while putting in print the psuedo-stream of consciousness babble that echoes in the recesses of my mind. But, for obvious reasons, I found that I couldn’t jump into the intended frivolity with this, my first column. The crumpled, thumbed-through Glamour is sitting on my coffee table, the same all-teeth smiling model...