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...world quaintness to the Communist style press conference arranged Thursday by the Chinese leader. Just before the two leaders walked to their positions Friday at the lecterns in front of the presidential retreat, the atmosphere had to be suitably arranged. Two of the dark suited ones worked a wash tub sized vacuum cleaner over the red carpet and the expansive water fall that had been showering over a tall rock formation was turned off. As Bush spoke, his translator scratched and tortured her steno book, making circles and slashes as if trying to get the pen to write. In flawless...
...stated goals of his terrorist group al-Qaeda is to drive American "infidels" from Islam's sacred soil. But the attacks against innocent civilians on Sept. 11 only resulted in a large U.S. military presence in the Middle East and even greater U.S. resolve. PAUL A. FAWCETT Redmond, Wash...
Vega’s new album, Songs in Red and Gray, misses none of her strengths: Her quietly powerful voice, which avoids Alanis histrionics, remains understated but direct: “Soap and water / Wash the year from my life / Straighten all that we trampled and tore / Heal the cut we call husband and wife.” The music is subtly complex, often with the folky underpinnings of an acoustic guitar. Vega and longtime bassist Mike Visceglia shift easily from the breezily defiant “(I’ll Never Be) Your Maggie...
...baths became a ritual, repeated two or three times daily, as my mother attempted to wash away her memories of the Vietnam War: her own brother’s prolonged beating by the Viet Cong, the first husband’s murder in the South China Sea, the mangled corpses bumping against each other in the Mekong River. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, my mother could never erase her most startling memories: the shortage of medicine that stripped her 6 year-old son of his mental faculties, the fever that cut off a large part of his nervous...
...smell. One emerged with a torn, blackened teddy bear in its mouth. Rescuers found the bodies of airline passengers strapped in their seats, a flight attendant with her hands bound. Doctors at the triage stations grieved that there were not more survivors to treat. All they could do was wash the grit out of the rescuers' eyes. Every so often the Klaxon sounded, another fractured building about to faint. Medics had to keep moving the morgue. Even the rescuers had to be rescued from the hidden caves, the shifting rubble, the filthy air. When the rains came Thursday night...