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...hospital, she was subjected to countless sessions of shock therapy and powerful sedatives. Along the way, her mind became unhinged, her memories scrambled and her face frozen in a mask of permanent terror. "They have turned me into a witch," she says, ruefully pulling at her stringy hair, which she has dyed the color of tea. "They have made me horrible." Until a month ago, Nouman was incarcerated at al-Rashad, Baghdad's main mental hospital. When U.S. forces began taking the city, the staff ran away, enabling inmates to escape. Nouman made straight for her house in al-Ghadeer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Forever A Prisoner | 5/4/2003 | See Source »

Still, it took a fateful bad hair day and an unclaimed Red Sox hat hanging in the Crimson newsroom to truly cement my conversion to the Red Sox faith. I put the hat on, announcing to any of its potential owners on the Crimson list-serve that it was only because of a bad case of the frizzies, not Red Sox love, that I would be forced to wear the colors of this godforsaken team...

Author: By Nikki Usher, | Title: Confessions of a Former Yankee | 4/29/2003 | See Source »

...thought I had this fantastic message that would stop people in their tracks. But they didn't stop because they didn't recognize me. I was 300-plus lbs., and I had cut off all my facial hair. I didn't look like the George Foreman they knew...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Turning Point: Boxed Out | 4/28/2003 | See Source »

...Shreveport, La., I decided that I would use that guy George Foreman to sell what I believed in. When I was a kid, no one followed the water trucks. But let a fire engine roar by, and people poured out of their buildings in their pajamas, rollers in their hair. I had to be that fire truck...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Turning Point: Boxed Out | 4/28/2003 | See Source »

...Wave revolutionary to wise old cineast. When I first meet him at his home outside Trivandrum, he's wearing a traditional white dhoti, blue plaid shirt and square glasses that make his black eyes look like marbles in a bowl. He has cocoa-colored skin and wavy white hair that seems to uncoil as the humid Kerala day wears on. The architecture that surrounds him is classically Keralite: the roof is low-slung and pyramidal, and the tiles are red terra-cotta. Egyptian hieroglyphics hang near a miniature print of the Mona Lisa; a pair of Japanese paintings face...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Knee Deep in the New Wave | 4/28/2003 | See Source »

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