Dutch government funds training for home-grown Imams
The News Review:
- Dutch government funds training for home-grown Imams
- Davenport distinguishing herself in paint
- Fear, loathing, guns: at home with King Gonzo
Dutch government funds training for home-grown Imams
Wereldomroep - Feb 22, 2005
The Ministry of Education is funding the academic programme, set to start this September. Students will study for bachelors and masters degrees, which will enable them to work as imams in the Netherlands, in courses which also cover Christianity and Dutch culture.
Davenport distinguishing herself in paint
ESPN - Feb 22, 2005
That point total set a Value City Arena scoring record. Adding to Davenport’s appeal is the fact she’s a local kid. Buckeye fans take their home-grown talent quite seriously. Davenport was born and raised in Columbus, where she picked up the game as a seventh-grader because she was tall, and that’s what tall girls did. She appreciates the legend of Buckeye great Katie Smith, who still works out in Columbus. Now, Davenport is reaching for heights even Smith could not reach. Katie’s championship bid was buried beneath Sheryl Swoopes’ 47-point barrage in the NCAA final 12 years ago.
Fear, loathing, guns: at home with King Gonzo
Times Online - Feb 22, 2005
He was always a journalist (his early career was a skittle-like series of sackings and evictions). But what he really craved, yearned for, until his skin peeled with the attempt, was to write a great American novel. Scott Fitzgerald (no doubt identifying with the grown-up children who people his books) and above all The Great Gatsby, which he had typed and plotted out in a bid to crack Fitzgerald’s magic art. I had gone to see Thompson because he was finally publishing his own attempt at a great American novel. He had written The Rum Diary 30 years before, and his diaries, which were by then published, abounded with despairing references to this novel, which, like Godot, never seemed to arrive. But finally it was to hit the harsh light of the press, and so, at midnight, I ventured to his den.