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Harper’s Magazine & The Center on Law and Security at NYU School of Law invite you to:
After Torture: A Harper’s Magazine Forum on justice in the post-Bush era
Thursday, December 4, 2008: 6:00 p.m.–7:30 p.m.
New York University
108 West 3rd Street
New York, NY 10012 (view map)
Upon publication of contributing editor Scott Horton’s report, “Justice After Bush” in the December issue of Harper’s Magazine, a panel of legal experts will discuss the methods available to a democracy for reckoning with a legacy of human rights abuses.
This event is free and open to the public. To RSVP, please email CLS@juris.law.nyu.edu or call 212-992-8854.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount by which a typical good-looking U.S. worker will out-earn a typical ugly one over a lifetime:
A Japanese inventor unveiled a new invisibility cloak that uses a material made of thousands of tiny beads called “retro-reflectum.”
A couple at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina, left their waitress a note telling her “the woman’s place is in the home,” in lieu of a tip.
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"She never thanked me, never looked at me—melted away into the miserable night, in the strangest manner I ever saw. I have seen many strange things, but not one that has left a deeper impression on my memory than the dull impassive way in which that worn-out heap of misery took that piece of money, and was lost."