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...almost the same training as we had before," he says, standing guard outside the Yarmuk police station in west Baghdad. But now that stations like his are top targets for insurgents fighting the U.S. occupation, he says, "the challenge is bigger." A few men at his station wear borrowed U.S. body armor, but many have yet to get uniforms or the Glock pistols promised by the U.S. The bluff policeman, 46, claims the spiraling risk to men like him only "makes me stronger." But he's not sure his salary of about $100 a month--three times his former...
...smile, he added, “Man, I was so close...” before trailing off, not sure if he should be kicking himself or patting himself on the back—the same back that had pained him so greatly the night before that he had to wear a heated wrap during his match...
...features of your average, high-spirited Christmas movie, full of colored lights and a reaffirmation of Santa’s existence. This time, however, Ferrell’s the one bringing the Christmas spirit. On its own, his bright green bodysuit, which he seems to wear quite proudly for almost the entire length of the film, would probably be enough to keep the adults laughing, but it’s only one element of Ferrell’s signature willingness to do almost anything for a laugh...
This morning, I stumbled down to breakfast bleary-eyed in a cozy maroon hoodie. Its fabric has that never-been-worn fluff to it that makes all new sweatshirts a joy to wear. But it’s more than the shirt’s fuzzy warmth that makes it cozy. This is no ordinary Harvard sweatshirt. It’s an HRO hoodie, and in wearing it, I affirm my complicated love for the Harvard-Radcliffe Orchestra...
...myself in love with my new musical home. The week of our first concert, I happily braved early hour masking tape duty to plaster the Yard with posters. The day of the performance, I tabled outside the Science Center for a cold and windy hour at 9 a.m. I wear the sweatshirt and do these things out of a desire to see the orchestra succeed. But I can’t help think that throwing myself into things like this might be a defense mechanism against feeling removed from the group—both because I am a percussionist...