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Headlines for 18 June 2004

New York’s currently: day two of morning runs (you don’t want to know)

 Iraqi official says martial law possible if insurgents’ attacks continue, doesn’t mention how it would be any different from current occupation.

 Sept. 11 panel: Cheney ordered planes shot down (in fact, took charge) but pilots never got the message. Also, FAA taken to task.

 We invaded Iraq because al Qaeda blew up New York City and the Pentagon. Right? Wrong?

 Graphic layout of highlights from yesterday’s Sept. 11 report.

 It’s like lace butter. Hanky Panky makes secret cruise missile of the thong industry, the 4811.

 Thomas Friedman, long form: “Why I still have hope.”

 This weekend: Atlantic Avenue Art Walk. See also, schedule for BAM’s Next Wave festival.

 Drawings, watercolors by Richard Bell.

 Hate Saddam, and hell, hate Bush, but keep in mind to hate them in different ways.

 Video: Watch Travis dance, he certainly wants you to.

 What it’s like to live on top of the Trans-Manhattan Expressway.

 Early letter from Virginia Woolf to cousin Cordelia. Related: Hamlet text game.

 Worth repeating: Books for soldiers.

 The moustaches were very effective, according to what Iraqis told me. Interview with Robert Kaplan, about riding with Marines to Fallujah.

 Cats staring into infinity.

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