Word: thinning
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...last week, I asked him to describe his colleagues in the Everest party. His choice of adjectives was illuminating and a little archaic. Hunt, he said, was courageous, diligent, intelligent, hard-working, a good linguist, "good at chairing a meeting," a "very great leader." Hillary? Tough, determined, thin and lithe, "bags and bags of energy." And what did Band think now of the - to modern ears - hilariously measured tones with which Hunt described the moment of triumph? Oh, said Band, all climbers are stoics. They have to be, for climbing can be "somewhat callous and barbaric. It's a dangerous...
...Orange Factory remix led to the Walking on Thin Ice remixes, which have the advantage of using Ono's best source material. Unlike recent Cher and Madonna dance tracks, which play up the robotic inauthenticity of the vocals for camp value, the Ice DJs seem to have genuine affection for Ono's dramatic howls. The Danny Tenaglia Walked Across the Lake Mix cleverly elongates her abstract vocal--"I gave you my knife, you gave me my life/Like a gush of wind in my hair"--until Ono sounds every bit like the grieving widow she is. The Pet Shop Boys' Radio...
...Bireun in northern Aceh that has been ravaged by conflict since the Indonesian military last week launched its massive campaign to crush the separatist Free Aceh Movement (GAM). As the gravediggers maneuvered Khairurrazi's body onto its side to face Mecca, blood seeped through his shroud. Khairurrazi, always a thin, sickly youth, had expected an illness to kill him. Instead, he was beaten and bayoneted, then shot in the head. "Half his skull was blown off," weeped his mother, Ramla, clutching a Muslim prayer book. "I had to pick up my poor boy's brains and put them back...
...climbed, energy for whining about food became a laughable luxury. The thin air sapped our strength, and it was enough to curl up early with a good book. The first two days of the trek were exhausting, as we ascended more than 2,200 meters. Vegetation dwindled from oaks and pines to oxygen-starved, dwarfish rhododendrons. To avoid altitude sickness, we began sleeping no more than 300 meters above the previous night's resting place. This meant some days of short treks simply to acclimatize. Hours were measured out with cups of tea and swapped books. At the Thangsing camp...
...final morning, Samten got lost. The river crossing wasn't where he thought it was. At 3:30 a.m., at -15?C and 4,185 meters above sea level, this wore our patience as thin as the available oxygen. So he told us to shine our headlamps on the river, and in the halogen glare pointed out a perilous course across black rocks. I teetered giddily at the last boulder, making a leap for the bank and landing in supine embarrassment...