Brooklyn No More

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In the 1980s, when I was a kid, the section of Court Street where it meets Atlantic Avenue was broken-down and unhappy and full of crazy old men stumbling out of bars and nothing shined and you could get a plate of yellow rice with a half-chicken on the rotisserie for three dollars with a forty of St. Ides for a dollar more. I have a real nostalgie de la boue for it, which is unhealthy and self-deluding and I admit this freely.

The “Greening” of New York City

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Much of official New York’s present-day confidence rests on a tidy but triumphant narrative of its recent political past. It goes like this:

Inside Kashmir

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The first time I celebrated Eid was in a house beside one of Srinagar’s lakes, in the summer capital of The Kashmir Valley, up in the Himalayas of North India.

Coca Adds Life to the Bolivian Economy

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In September 2006, Bolivian President Evo Morales went before the United Nations, asking the General Assembly to reverse the UN ban on international trade of coca-products, which has been in place for nearly half a century.

Bringing the War Home

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Jeff Mullins walked quickly along 44th Street towards Times Square, just a few yards in front of the combat squad. A coordinator with Iraq Veterans Against the War (IVAW), he admitted never imagining that “it’d be this good.”

RANT RHAPSODY: Girl, Lightly Medicated

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It’s 1998 and I’m sitting on the long front porch at Kate Simpson’s house on Cora Street in Portland, Oregon. Freshman year is over.

Docs in Sight: A Spring Festival Doc Roundup

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Given the onslaught of new films in recent years, festivals have become more important as a siphoning tool for the public and the media.

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