Postcard From the Edge: The New York Times‘ Baghdad Bureau blog features a heartfelt essay by Mudhafer al-Husaini, a young Iraqi employee of the paper, entitled My Generation, in which al-Husaini tells of college life immediately following the fall of Baghdad: "Four years which were supposed to be my prettiest years ever, because you don’t get such a chance twice in Iraq, became my worst."
The Sound of Silence: In The Guardian, writer Nicholas Lezard profiles the legendary Moxon Garbutt, a writer whose alleged raison d’être "was to leave no trace of himself behind, except his influence—and even that to be ambiguous and tentative." For some strange reason, all the commenters on the site think a famous writer who never wrote a word is an April Fool’s prank. Lezard jumps into the fray to declare "Moxon Garbutt is as real as you or I. I can’t think why everyone assumes this is an April Fool." He would’ve been more convincing if he said nothing at all.
Featuring a Cast of Over 4,000: ABC News’ Marcus Baram reports that Oliver Stone’s W—about a humble, self-made man who remade the world in his humble image—begins shooting this month with Josh Brolin as George W. Bush. Hey, wait, is it a comedy in the spirit of Dr. Strangelove? "In one scene, Bush practices his parachute landing in the White House pool but forgets to properly release the harness and sinks to the bottom. In another scene, Rumsfeld doodles a drawing of Condoleeza Rice standing on a piano with a globe spinning on her finger."