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What happened to the aid? Logistics of hurricane relief: Logistics of hurricane relief
Tegucigalpa, Honduras
I looked outside while sipping coffee with Mara Los Santos in her home on the highway near La Lima. Banana fields that were ruined in November by Hurricane Mitch stretched into the distance, providing a dreary backdrop to the dozens of shacks hastily crafted from scavenged lumber and plastic. Children played soccer on half of the four-lane highway that Los Santos and her neighbors had seized for a living space as they waited for the mud to dry on what remained of their devastated houses.
Getting ready: The Y2K thing
It's time to begin paying attention to this Y2K thing. And not just because it recently made the cover of Time. What roused me from my slumber was a story buried deep in the Wall Street Journal of January 11. It reported that the states of Washington and Wisconsin have mobilized National Guard troops for December 31 of this year, just in case.
Just in case our social fabric unravels, I guess.
Cross meets crescent: An interview with Kenneth Cragg
Kenneth Cragg has been a major figure in Christian-Muslim conversations. He has spent some 45 years in the Middle East as professor of philosophy, as a chaplain, and as assistant bishop in the Anglican Archdiocese of Jerusalem. He has also taught at the University of Sussex in England. His published works include hundreds of scholarly articles and more than 30 books, most recently The Arab Christian and Palestine: The Prize and Price of Zion. Now in his 80s, Bishop Cragg still lectures at Oxford University and in Europe and the U.S.
Denise Levertov: Work that enfaiths
I will never forget the first time I heard Denise Levertov read her poetry. In the late 1960s, when I was a fledgling writer in New York, I was thrilled to hear a poet I had found on my own in high school. As was the custom, Levertov was paired with a younger poet, one whose first book had garnered some attention in the literary world. The reading demonstrated that the younger poet's poems were fool's gold. She prefaced each one with a lengthy explication that made the poem seem like an anticlimax.