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...Unfortunately, the Americans who built the base crossed the line from efficiency to cruelty. First, they killed the islanders' dogs. That is, they loaded the pets into sealed sheds, gassed them, and cremated them, according Prof. David Vine, a public anthropologist at American University in Washington who has studied the island's colonization by the U.S. Then the British loaded the inhabitants, known as Chagossians, onto ships and sent them off to Mauritius and the Seychelles, 1,200 miles to the west across the Indian Ocean, where they live to this day. A court case is under way in Britain...
...asked my friend Alyssa for some advice on romance, and she said that she sticks to the classics," says Genna Gallegos, of Golden, Colo. "She's a huge fan of Audrey Hepburn films." Alyssa and Genna are 17 years old. When teenagers, the sweetest fruit on capitalism's vine, have to use a half-century-old product because they can't find a more recent model that works for them, there is something seriously wrong with an industry...
Kudzu is a flowering, ropelike vine, first introduced from Asia in 1876. The U.S. Soil Conservation Service once paid farmers to plant it to stop erosion; now kudzu rampages across large swaths of the South, strangling and killing trees and all other plant life in its wake. Benign-looking cheatgrass carpets the shrub-steppes of the West and feeds some grazing species and birds. But it's also explosive kindling that increases the frequency and intensity of wild forest fires. Drive along any U.S. highway and you'll likely catch sight of purple loosestrife's telltale slender stalks and magenta...
...Renaissance workshop, with Hillary Clinton sitting in the front row: a statue of an unzipped zipper. Doug reveled and rebelled in his Southernness. He wrote a novel about his grandmother, a textile-union militant. He called his comic strip Kudzu, because he loved the twisted symbolism of that vine. He was enthralled by irony, and I wish Doug were around to reflect on the gothic ridiculousness of his own death, at age 57, on a back road in Mississippi, in a collision with a loblolly pine that was as straight and true and stubborn as he was. As Doug would...
...when all the tomatoes are gone from the big bowl on the kitchen counter, we will have the butternut squash - at least I think it is butternut squash growing on a 15 foot vine that spontaneously erupted from our compost heap. I remember tossing skins and seeds there last fall after baking a squash casserole on a cold, cold...