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...Turn Here HUNGARY Government spokesman Zoltán Gál reaffirmed the country's willingness to host a U.S. training program for Iraqi police after Prime Minister Péter Medgyessy was reported to be "cool" to the idea. The U.S. is seeking to train an estimated 28,000 Iraqis in Eastern Europe over the next 18 months. Gál told TIME that Medgyessy had merely questioned Hungary's ability to host the trainees all at once. "There is not any backtracking," Gál said. Hungary is one of several countries under consideration to host the program...
...entire lingo that helped us scope the flawless athletes who sauntered the Mather dining hall in the dinner hours. The genius of Missy Eliot’s ditty, “Work It,” infused our daily speech. “I need a glass of wa-ter,” an innocuous dining-hall apropos phrase, became understood as “give me some space; I’m trying to flirt with this guy in the line.” But our social dynamic wasn’t about just playing up the overdone behavior...
...hoped. Existing members are constrained by E.U. rules that curb their powers to lower taxes or run deficits even as growth slumps. And public expectations in the candidate countries are out of whack. "People have in mind the systemic change back in the early 1990s," says Péter Balázs, Hungary's Secretary of State for European Integration. Then, the free market plus foreign investment sparked a revolution, but those huge shifts have been absorbed. "They think this time will be similar. It won't." Even so, the E.U. is being sold as something that will fatten people...
...hour segments on seven consecutive Friday nights. This show is a must-hear: a brilliant transmutation of the novel, through sound alone, into powerful and sensitive feeling. (It was also one of Welles? favorite sto-ries; he would repeat it on "Campbell Playhouse," this time as Javert with Wal-ter Huston as Valjean, and in a parody with Fred Allen...
...artfully drawn portrait of a wannabe hipster who hangs around black musicians (titled "You're Too Hip, Baby," its milieu may be dated, but its message is timeless). The most significant entry is his pioneering work of new Journalism, "Twirling at Old Miss," in which ever-libidinous Ter visits a baton-twirling academy in Mississippi (where, curiously, the girls all seem to talk like Candy Christian) mere days after Faulkner's funeral. His novelist's eye colors his perceptions: "Next to the benches, and about three feet apart, are two public drinking fountains, and I notice that the one boldly...