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...trim 62-year-old who still works as a carpenter, keeps an eye on the charts, goes to fish two hours before full tide, and stays for an hour after its peak. When the tide is out on this shallow coast, he'll walk 3 km over the wet sand to cast his line...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The New (Old)Nomads | 8/7/2006 | See Source »

...thin-skinned insects are highly sensitive to temperature, and the orientation of the gravestone mounds allows the Territory sun to pass overhead without overheating the inhabitants. Elsewhere, termites burrow underground to escape the heat or open and close vents in an air-conditioning system, but during the big wet of the Top End that's not an option...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Tiny Architects | 8/7/2006 | See Source »

...turns into a dotted line that staggers all the way to Borroloola, across the Northern Territory border. On the ground, that translates to 480 corrugated kilometers of red dirt and gravel-a track that's bone-jarring at the best of times and, in the wet season, impassable. For the people who live along the road, keeping that dotted line from disappearing off the map is an unrelenting struggle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Off the Bitumen Track | 8/7/2006 | See Source »

...wet day in 1987, a Sunshine-Coast resort asked if the Wests could screen "something nostalgic" for a coach load of travel agents. They pulled out Son of the Sheik-and had an instant hit. Three months later the theater went all-silent, and the organ (whose pipes "speak" through a vent from a side room) has hardly had a quiet moment since. As well as the Thursday-night show, West runs an annual silent-film festival and puts on extra screenings by request-earlier today, for a group of New Zealand golfers whose game was rained...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Sounds Of Silents | 8/7/2006 | See Source »

...June 20, 2001, when the police reached his modest brick home on Beachcomber Lane in suburban Houston, they found Andrea drenched with bathwater, her flowery blouse and brown leather sandals soaking wet. She had turned on the bathroom faucet to fill the porcelain tub and moved aside the shaggy mat to give herself traction for kneeling on the floor. It took a bit of work for her to chase down the last of the children; toward the end, she had a scuffle in the family room, sliding around on wet tile below a poster that proclaimed the epithets of Christ...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Yates Odyssey | 7/26/2006 | See Source »

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