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...While the dust was still in the air over Manhattan after the attacks of September 11, 2001, U.S. President George W. Bush was assembling a coalition to invade Afghanistan and crush the Taliban, who had provided sanctuary to the terrorists of Osama bin Laden's al-Qaeda. A key element of Australia's contribution to that coalition - a role known as Operation Slipper - was the legendary Special Air Service Regiment. Based in Perth, the regiment is the Australian Army's most highly trained and best equipped unit. It's said to cost more than $A1 million to train...
...other artists with local connections like Dufy or Georges Braque. Occasionally, Senn fell for something avant garde, like Felix Vallotton's 1898 The Waltz. And who wouldn't? Sinuous couples skate at Paris' Palais de Glace, while artificial light bouncing off the ice creates the effect of fairy dust across the canvas. Not a huge fan of the Pointillists, Senn nevertheless acquired a glistening Beach of the Vignasse by Henri-Edmond Cross. He largely neglected the Fauves, except for a few Paris scenes by Albert Marquet and one lively painting by André Derain, Bougival, that Senn's father...
...postpunk art-house dance music, Bloc Party wisely refuses to let its genre fixations get in the way of tunefulness. There's an actual melody here, and a good one, driven on by the manic playing of Matt Tong, rock's best new drummer in years. Bruce Springsteen Devils & Dust The title track from the Boss's new album starts with a gentle acoustic strum, gains steam on the backs of evocative nouns (blood, stone, bone) and peaks with a harmonica solo. It's nothing new, which is to say, it's very good. Martha Wainwright Bloody Mother...
...startling leap forward. You can run around at random like the battle-panicked infantryman you are, surrounded by hundreds of your fully realized, equally panicked brothers in arms. You can accomplish your goals (or die trying) in whatever order seems expedient: no more invisible barriers. Clouds of dust and smoke float up and block the sun, interfering with the ambient light--war is finally getting its fog. The chaos is astonishingly visceral: you're Joe Grunt, playing your little part in vast events that are beyond your puny ken. This is war the way Tolstoy described it, or Stendhal...
...other fluids. Sweepers came through every hour with dirty mops and pails of brown disinfectant, but their halfhearted labor was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of patients and visitors. Nobody paid any attention to the NO SMOKING sign, not even the doctors and nurses. Broken windows allowed dust to enter, and swarms of flies buzzed around the patients; we used the X-ray films to swat them away. "All the rules of hygiene we learned have been broken here," said veteran nurse Hadi Abdel Karim as he paused for a cigarette break in a corner...