And I alone escaped to tell thee.
This is Mohammed el-Fateh Osman, the three year-old boy who is the only survivor of yesterday’s plane crash in the Sudan that killed 116 people. He suffered burns and lost … Continue reading
We wuz had.
Mark Bowden, the author of Black Hawk Down, Killing Pablo, and Finders Keepers, is one of the finest journalists I have ever read. [1] He is one of a dying … Continue reading
Sharks in the pool.
Random thoughts for Wednesday: – Nothing makes you appreciate the jobs of others quite like having to do them yourself for a few days. My managing editor has been out … Continue reading
“I understand now. It is not I who am crazy. It is I who am MAD!”
BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) — Iraqi Foreign Minister Naji Sabri on Monday ruled out the possibility that President Saddam Hussein would go into exile to avoid war with the United States … Continue reading
Neither party nor disco nor foolin’ around.
And with tonight’s press conference, our unelected leader performs the rest of the necessary ritual required to open the Hellmouth. Ready, America? Here we go. What is it about war … Continue reading
“I only read Playboy for the articles…”
“…and boy, does she have articles!” That’s a dialogue exchange I came up with years and years ago and never found a place for in anything I’ve ever written. So … Continue reading
They call me The Punisher.
Well, no. But if I’m not careful, this is definitely going to turn into a War Journal. U.S. analysts, according to this article, are wondering what possible purpose Osama bin … Continue reading
Incorrect equation for a handshake.
The administration is grasping at straws again, trying to build a connection between Saddam and al-Qaida that so far they’ve been unable to adequately prove. So a voice “believed to … Continue reading
Duct tape and cover.
Back in high school, the majority of my involvement in theatrical productions was as a member of the stage or prop crews. I even managed to earn myself the tougher-than-it-was … Continue reading
The battle well and truly joined.
This morning, at a quarter til seven, I heard a songbird stretching its lungs. It took me a moment to realize that the streets at that hour have been deathly … Continue reading
Creative Control 