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Rival Afghan and Pakistani militant groups stopped fighting each other to unite against U.S.-led NATO forces in the region. “They have been forced to cooperate due to the effect our collective efforts have had on them,” explained coalition spokesman Lt. Col. Patrick Seiber. U.S. drone attacks in Pakistan killed 21 suspected insurgents, and the Air Force announced plans to deploy a new model of surveillance drone in Afghanistan called the Gorgon Stare. Developed using methods borrowed from ESPN and reality-television shows, the aircraft uses multiple cameras to produce live video of entire towns and cities. “There will be no way for the adversary to know what we’re looking at,” said Maj. Gen. James Poss. “And we can see everything.”NYTPolitics DailyWaPoStudents taking a new course at Rensselaer Polytechnical Institute in New York were exploring how human thought is simpler and more adaptive than the computations used to program robots. “We look to humans not just because we want to simulate what we do,” explained Professor Vladislav Daniel Veksler, “but also because we’re smart.”Science DailyA bus driver in New Zealand was run over by his own bus, and a South Carolina man was hit by an SUV while crossing a four-lane highway in an apparent attempt to emulate the arcade game Frogger.New Zealand HeraldAPAn Oklahoma man told police he accidentally shot his wife in the head during sexual role-play.CNNA national poll found President Barack Obama to be the most admired man in America and Glenn Beck to be more admired than the Dalai Lama. USA TodayNorwegian biologists determined that fungi and humans have similar circadian rhythms.Science Daily

The Ivory Coast was on the “brink of genocide,” according to Youssoufou Bamba, the country’s newly appointed ambassador to the United Nations. Neighboring African nations and the U.N. have recognized Alassane Ouattara as the winner of the country’s November election, but incumbent president Laurent Gbagbo has refused to step down. More than 170 people have been killed in post-election protests, U.N. investigators have been blocked from alleged mass-burial sites, and Charles Ble Goude, Gbagbo’s “street general,” has warned that Ouattara and the U.N. peacekeepers guarding his residence at Abidjan’s Golf Hotel must “pack their bags and leave.”ReutersAPCNNArmenian police were conducting searches and surveillance in response to reports that “emo” music caused two teens to kill themselves. Alik Sarkisian, Armenia’s top police officer, warned that emo could “damage our gene pool.”AFPThe Chinese government threatened to crack down on “illegal” Internet-based phone services like Skype, which are less expensive and harder to monitor than state telephone services. “What benefits the people is not legal,” complained one Skype user. “I really want to curse out loud.”Radio Free Asia Iran banned the selling of Valentine’s Day cards and gifts; two people were killed and two injured in a shooting at a Phoenix strip club called the Great Alaskan Bush Company; and four Cambodian men were arrested for sword fighting over a woman’s affection. After being “educated” and promising to cease dueling, they were released.AFPAZFamily.comPhnom Penh Post

A crowd that stretched nearly 20 blocks watched the ball drop at midnight on January 1 in Times Square. Revelers in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, watched an 85-pound fiberglass Peep chick get lowered, while residents of Lebanon,Pennsylvania, cheered as a 150-pound bologna was dropped. Near Beebe, Arkansas, more than 1,000 blackbirds dropped from the sky.NewJerseyNewsroom.comWaPoNorth Korean State officials attended a “Concert Celebrating December Holiday” where they enjoyed performances of such songs as “Comrade Kim Jong Il Is Our Supreme Commander,” “Where Are You, Dear General?,” and “Forest is Swaying.”KCNA“Bend It Like Beckham” became the first Western film to be shown on North Korean State TV, and human feces, pornography, and skinny jeans were all enjoying brisk sales in North Korean markets. BBCAFP via Australia Broadcasting ChannelGeraldine Doyle, the Michigan factory worker who was used as a model for World War II-era Rosie the Riveter posters, died, as did E. Gene Smith, founder of the Tibetan Buddhist Resource Center and curator of the world’s largest collection of Tibetan Buddhist literature outside Tibet. When asked what inspired his life’s work, Smith answered, “Karma, I guess.”AFP via Vancouver SunNYT

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Ashley arrived for her prenatal appointment at Black Hills Obstetrics and Gynecology, in Rapid City, South Dakota, wearing a black zip-up hoodie and Converse sneakers.1 To explain her absence from work that morning — a Tuesday in April 2015 — she had told a co-worker that she was having “female issues.” She was twenty-five years old and eight weeks pregnant. She had been separated from her husband, with whom she had a five-year-old son, for the better part of a year. The guy who’d gotten her pregnant was someone she’d met at the gym, and he’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her. Ashley found herself hoping that the doctor would discover some kind of fetal defect, so that her decision would be easier. She glanced across the waiting room at a television playing a birth-control ad and laughed darkly. “Jesus, Lord, it would be so nice if someone just pushed me down a flight of stairs.”

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