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...lucky to have a deep pool of talent directing our China coverage. Our Beijing bureau chief, Simon Elegant, was born in Hong Kong, has degrees in Chinese history and language, and has written two novels about China. Bill Powell, who lives in Shanghai with his wife, a native Shanghainese, was formerly Newsweek's bureau chief in Moscow, Berlin and Tokyo and FORTUNE's man in Beijing. Hannah Beech, another fluent Chinese speaker who was born in Hong Kong, recently moved from Shanghai to Bangkok but will continue to report on China's influence throughout Asia. Adi Ignatius, a TIME executive...
What American journalists did not do in analyzing the events that propelled their country into deep conflicts at home and abroad, they have started to do now. Things went wrong in large part because the press has not done its job well. Now, as the U.S. gets mired in Iraq and is becoming increasingly unpopular in the world, journalists who should have done some serious investigative work five years ago are playing catch...
...Made abundantly clear is the camera's singular ability to both mirror life and morph it, expanding our perceptions in the process. As curator Crombie says, "photography is a slippery business. It kind of slips between truth and fiction." And "Light Sensitive" allows us to bask in its many deep, dark reflections...
...Penn forward Mark Zoller’s 19.2 points-per-game.All three of those categories were improved by Cusworth’s monster game at Dartmouth. The big man led the team with a career-high tying 25 points, a game-high 15 rebounds, and four blocked shots.The Big Green is deep in the front court but their lack of height--with their tallest players standing three inches shorter than the seven foot Cusworth--led to mismatches on the offensive end. Trying to defend the big man caused foul problems for Dartmouth. Forwards Elgin Fitzgerald and Brian McMillan each committed four fouls...
From the start, it was clear that this was a party to which I shouldn't have been invited - and technically, I hadn't been. The invitation had gone out to TIME's publisher, who to his deep regret had been unable to go, leaving me to be drafted in his place. That's how I found myself in the hangar-sized Peacock Room of Tokyo's opulent Imperial Hotel, rubbing shoulders with the cream of Japan's corporate class. These were men - they were almost all men - who control companies worth billions of dollars. I control a checkbook that...