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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>The Feature</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @the-feature)</generator><link>http://thefeature.net/</link><item><title>A Life Worth Ending</title><description>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/parent-health-care-2012-5/?mid=longreads"&gt;A Life Worth Ending&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;In 1990, there were slightly more than 3 million Americans over the age of 85. Now there are almost 6 million. By 2050 there will be 19 million—approaching 5 percent of the population. There are various ways to look at this. If you are responsible for governmental budgets, it’s a knotty policy issue. If you are in marketing, it suggests new opportunities (and not just Depends). If you are my age, it seems amazingly optimistic. Age is one of the great modern adventures, a technological marvel—we’re given several more youthful-ish decades if we take care of ourselves. Almost nobody, at least openly, sees this for its ultimate, dismaying, unintended consequence: By promoting longevity and technologically inhibiting death, we have created a new biological status held by an ever-growing part of the nation, a no-exit state that persists longer and longer, one that is nearly as remote from life as death, but which, unlike death, requires vast service, indentured servitude really, and resources.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23608185228</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23608185228</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 10:01:02 -0400</pubDate><category>by Michael Wolff</category></item><item><title>Jamming Tripoli: Inside Moammar Gadhafi's Secret Surveillance Network</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2012/05/ff_libya/all/1"&gt;Jamming Tripoli: Inside Moammar Gadhafi's Secret Surveillance Network&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;By now, it’s well known that the Arab Spring showed the promise of the Internet as a crucible for democratic activism. But, in the shadows, a second narrative unfolded, one that demonstrated the Internet’s equal potential for government surveillance and repression on a scale unimaginable with the old analog techniques of phone taps and informants. Today, with Gadhafi dead and a provisional government of former rebels in charge, we can begin to uncover the secret, high tech spying machine that helped the dictator and his regime cling to power.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23606483910</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23606483910</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 09:01:16 -0400</pubDate><category>by Matthieu Atkins</category></item><item><title>The Yankee Commandante</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/05/28/120528fa_fact_grann"&gt;The Yankee Commandante&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;It was March 11, 1961, two years after Morgan had helped to overthrow the dictator Fulgencio Batista, bringing Castro to power. The revolution had since fractured, its leaders devouring their own, like Saturn, but the sight of Morgan before a firing squad was a shock. In 1957, when Castro was still widely seen as fighting for democracy, Morgan had travelled from Florida to Cuba and headed into the jungle, joining a guerrilla force. In the words of one observer, Morgan was “like Holden Caulfield with a machine gun.” He was the only American in the rebel army and the sole foreigner, other than Guevara, an Argentine, to rise to the army’s highest rank, comandante.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;After the revolution, Morgan’s role in Cuba aroused even greater fascination, as the island became enmeshed in the larger battle of the Cold War. An American who knew Morgan said that he had served as Castro’s “chief cloak-and-dagger man,” and Time called him Castro’s “crafty, U.S.-born double agent.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23547569709</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23547569709</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 11:45:37 -0400</pubDate><category>by David Grann</category></item><item><title>All the World is Staged</title><description>&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/espn/print?id=7927946&amp;type=story"&gt;All the World is Staged&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;On the morning of Feb. 20, 2011, a man from Singapore walked into the central police station of Rovaniemi, Finland, a town that sits along the Arctic Circle. The man told officers that another Singaporean, Wilson Raj Perumal, was in Rovaniemi on a false passport. He offered no other information before leaving the station abruptly.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;Though puzzled by the seemingly random tip, Rovaniemi police put Perumal under surveillance. Three days later, they followed him to a French restaurant near the soccer stadium, where the local club, Rovaniemen Palloseura, had just completed a 1-1 draw. Officers watched as Perumal sat down with three Palloseura players. They saw him scold the players, who cowered in fear. The next day, based on the false passport, the Finnish police detained Perumal. They phoned officials at the Finland Football Federation, who in turn contacted FIFA, soccer’s international governing body.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;One week later, Chris Eaton, FIFA’s head of security, arrived in Rovaniemi. He knew exactly who Perumal was. Eaton informed Finnish investigators that they had just caught the world’s most prolific criminal fixer of soccer matches, an elusive figure whom Eaton had been chasing for the past six months.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23543640931</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23543640931</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 09:46:19 -0400</pubDate><category>by Brett Forrest</category></item><item><title>The Ultimate Counterfeiter Isn't a Crook—He's an Artist</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2012/05/ff_counterfeiter/all/1"&gt;The Ultimate Counterfeiter Isn't a Crook—He's an Artist&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;With a cigarette in one hand and a money- marking pen in the other, Kuhl began his quest to conquer the dollar by thumbing through thick binders of paper samples. Money-marking pens draw a black line on paper made with starch but not on stock that lacks starch, such as the ultrafine cotton-linen sheets manufactured by Crane &amp; Co. of Dalton, Massachusetts, the sole provider of US dollar substrate. He contacted a dealer in Düsseldorf, hoping to buy some of Crane’s special blend of 75 percent cotton and 25 percent linen, but he was told that selling it was forbidden. Eventually Kuhl connected with a dealer in Prague who supplied him with starch-free paper that felt and weighed about the same as the Crane’s.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;Kuhl’s intricate production process combined offset printing with silk-screening (see “How to Make $100″). The hardest features to forge with any level of sophistication are on the front of the note: the US Treasury seal, the large “100″ denomination in the bottom-right corner, and the united states of america at the top. Real US currency is printed on massive intaglio presses (intaglio is Italian for engrave). The force with which the presses strike the paper lying over the engraved steel plates creates indentations that fill with ink, giving the bills a delicate 3-D relief and a textured feel. Its absence is a telltale sign of a counterfeit. For Kuhl this was the most critical puzzle piece: how to create that texture convincingly without the benefit of actual engraving. “I had an idea,” he says, “and I was itching to try it.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23540402706</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23540402706</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 08:01:27 -0400</pubDate><category>by David Wolman</category></item><item><title>George Romney for President, 1968</title><description>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/george-romney-2012-5/"&gt;George Romney for President, 1968&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;You could say that the end of the moderate-Republican Establishment—the days when the smoke-filled rooms started to empty of father figures, and the casual country-club banter was replaced by something angrier—began at the party’s 1964 convention, at the Cow Palace, just south of downtown San Francisco, a week that ended with Barry Goldwater nominated for president. Political revolutions are often apparent only in retrospect, but this one was obvious to everyone right away, as if some great national timing mechanism had been involved. The conservatives, arriving and feeling triumphant, gave the event an explosive, adolescent, rumspringa energy.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;This atmosphere was alarming enough to George Romney, the governor of Michigan, that he arrived a few days early, to support an amendment to the official party platform that would denounce extremism of all types. After his testimony, which also included support for an enhanced civil-rights amendment, Romney found himself in conversation with a leading southern delegate. Romney’s amendment, the delegate explained, was a nonstarter. He “made it clear that there had been a platform deal that was a surrender to the southern segregationists,” Romney later wrote in a furious letter to Goldwater. Romney was too late. The trajectory of the party had already been arranged.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23482823073</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23482823073</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 11:47:34 -0400</pubDate><category>by Benjamin Wallace-Wells</category><category>politics</category></item><item><title>Brothel, Washington DC</title><description>&lt;a href="http://nplusonemag.com/Brothel-Washington"&gt;Brothel, Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;This floor was entirely asleep; others were roaming, and the last of us wouldn’t be back from work until nearly dawn; The Pimp (hereinafter referred to as [Name Withheld]) was snoring to the south, and the dear, 300-pound, peach-complected Commander (Navy, retired,) who owned the whorehouse, was snuggled with his boyfriend to the north. To be fair, we did not call it a whorehouse, despite the fact that escorts lived and worked here. It was simply The House. It was like Disney’s Haunted Mansion: thick drapes, creaking halls, many, many stairs, plus “discretion,” exaggerated in a Dickensian way to mean something more like “occult secrecy.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23481299935</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23481299935</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 11:06:44 -0400</pubDate><category>by Mike Merriam</category></item><item><title>Tupac Shakur, the Los Angeles Times, and Why I'm Still Unemployed: A Personal History by Chuck Philips</title><description>&lt;a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2012/05/tupac_shakur_chuck_philips_los_angeles_times.php"&gt;Tupac Shakur, the Los Angeles Times, and Why I'm Still Unemployed: A Personal History by Chuck Philips&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;Last week, a trial in Brooklyn started off with a strange twist. At the federal criminal trial of James Rosemond — a/k/a Jimmy Henchman — one of the first things Rosemond’s attorney did was kick an unemployed journalist named Chuck Philips out of the courtroom by naming him a witness in the case.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;Philips was a reporter at the Los Angeles Times for 18 years covering crime and entertainment. In 1999, he won a Pulitzer Prize with his colleague, Michael Hiltzik, for a series examining corruption in the entertainment industry. In 1996, he won the George Polk Award for articles about black art and culture in America. A year later, he won a National Assn. of Black Journalists Award for in-depth coverage of the rap music business.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;For years, he investigated the shooting deaths of Tupac Shakur and Biggie Smalls, producing some of the most important research into those crimes. And then, in 2008, Chuck Philips’ career in journalism suddenly ended. Now, for the first time, he’s speaking at length about how that came about, and how he became a witness in a federal trial. At the conclusion, we have a statement from the Los Angeles Times, which I received after informing its attorney that we were printing this story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23478371875</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23478371875</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 09:30:21 -0400</pubDate><category>by Chuck Philips</category></item><item><title>The Comedian Comedians Were Afraid Of</title><description>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/print/?/news/features/patrice-oneal-2012-5/"&gt;The Comedian Comedians Were Afraid Of&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;Patrice O’Neal didn’t just want to be famous, he wanted to be as good as Richard Pryor. To hear his fellow comics tell it, he was—a brutal truth-teller who spared no one, starting with those closest to him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23168480848</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23168480848</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 11:59:33 -0400</pubDate><category>by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc</category></item><item><title>Word on the Suite</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.ft.com/intl/cms/s/2/97e23ef0-9925-11e1-9a57-00144feabdc0.html#axzz1uktmaua3"&gt;Word on the Suite&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;Superabundant, super-confident, flashy – rap is channelling the spirit of rock music’s golden age. In the 1970s, booming album sales transformed rock into a highly lucrative business, dominated by a handful of major record labels. By 1973, the US music industry was pulling in $2bn a year, about the same as the film and sports industries combined. Rock was the dominant genre: it accounted for half of all albums sold.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23164660840</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23164660840</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 09:59:25 -0400</pubDate><category>by Ludovic Hunter-Tilney</category></item><item><title>Blood in the Water</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/business/2012/06/goldman-sachs-lloyd-blankfein-succession-plan"&gt;Blood in the Water&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;The op-ed heard round the world—Greg Smith’s scathing New York Times attack on Goldman Sachs, his employer of nearly 12 years—dealt another blow to the firm’s reeling reputation. Now the questions are louder than ever: Will C.E.O. Lloyd Blankfein have to go? Who might succeed him? And does it matter?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23161453868</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23161453868</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 07:37:46 -0400</pubDate><category>by Bethany McLean</category></item><item><title>Money Unlimited</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/05/21/120521fa_fact_toobin"&gt;Money Unlimited&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;When the Court announced its final ruling on Citizens United, on January 21, 2010, the vote was five to four and the majority opinion was written by Anthony Kennedy. Above all, though, the result represented a triumph for Chief Justice Roberts. Even without writing the opinion, Roberts, more than anyone, shaped what the Court did. As American politics assumes its new form in the post-Citizens United era, the credit or the blame goes mostly to him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23104859205</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23104859205</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 10:56:54 -0400</pubDate><category>by Jeffrey Toobin</category></item><item><title>Château Sucker</title><description>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/print/?/news/features/rudy-kurniawan-wine-fraud-2012-5/"&gt;Château Sucker&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;In the rare-wine world, doubts are endemic; murkiness is built into a product that is concealed by tinted glass and banded wooden cases and opaque provenance and the fog of history. At the same time, the whole apparatus of the rare-wine market is about converting doubt into mystique. Most wealthy collectors want to spend big and drink famous labels, not necessarily ask questions or hear the answers. Guests at tastings don’t want to bite the hand that quenches them. Auctioneers may not want to risk losing consignments by nitpicking ambiguous bottles. Winemakers don’t like to talk about counterfeiting, for fear of the taint. Also, one thing not high on the FBI’s list of investigative priorities: billionaires getting snowed by wine forgers. It’s clear to everyone on this rarefied circuit that wine fraud is rampant. It’s also clear not many insiders feel an urgency to do anything about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23101984825</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23101984825</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 09:24:39 -0400</pubDate><category>by Benjamin Wallace</category></item><item><title>Psychiatry's "Bible" Gets an Overhaul</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=redefining-mental-illness"&gt;Psychiatry's "Bible" Gets an Overhaul&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;The debates surrounding the manual’s revisions are not merely back-office chatter. Although many psychiatrists do not sit down with the DSM and take its scripture literally—relying instead on personal expertise to make a diagnosis—the DSM largely determines the type of diagnoses clinicians make. Insurance companies often demand an official DSM diagnosis before they pay for medication and therapy. Many state educational and social services—such as after-school programs for kids with autism—also require a DSM diagnosis. Consequently, psychiatrists cannot dole out diagnoses of their own invention. They are bound to the disorders defined by the DSM.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;Therefore, psychiatrists cannot ignore the new manual and go about business as usual. They must adapt, especially if they want to be sure that their patients keep receiving affordable treatment. Yet this diagnostic bible is a work in progress. In fact, although the revisions are 90 percent complete, the APA may still make significant changes and even delay the book’s official release. Even after its publication, the DSM will remain a snapshot of a field in flux—an ambitious attempt to capture an evolving, often ambiguous science.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23039455759</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23039455759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 10:53:31 -0400</pubDate><category>by Ferris Jabr</category></item><item><title>Scamworld</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.theverge.com/2012/5/10/2984893/scamworld-get-rich-quick-schemes-mutate-into-an-online-monster"&gt;Scamworld&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;The path to internet riches begins with an introductory product, such as a book or DVD. This is often a loss leader: the real value for the Internet Marketer is that it allows him to capture your contact information. Once you’re in the system, your inbox will be flooded with offers for software, DVD sets, and coaching programs costing several hundreds or thousands of dollars.&lt;/p&gt;
  
  &lt;p&gt;This is what happened to Richard Joseph: after requesting free information online, some unscrupulous Internet Marketer sold his name to Raygoza’s company, PushTraffic, who ripped Joseph off.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/23036035330</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/23036035330</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 09:01:30 -0400</pubDate><category>by Joseph L. Flatley</category></item><item><title>Two Hundred Years of Surgery</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJMra1202392?query=featured_home&amp;"&gt;Two Hundred Years of Surgery&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;Surgery is a profession defined by its authority to cure by means of bodily invasion. The brutality and risks of opening a living person’s body have long been apparent, the benefits only slowly and haltingly worked out. Nonetheless, over the past two centuries, surgery has become radically more effective, and its violence substantially reduced — changes that have proved central to the development of mankind’s abilities to heal the sick.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/22650520033</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/22650520033</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 09:24:57 -0400</pubDate><category>by Atul Gawande</category></item><item><title>Inside the Quidditch World Cup</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.outsideonline.com/outdoor-adventure/sports/Quoosiers.html"&gt;Inside the Quidditch World Cup&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;The Quidditch World Cup sounds dorky, and make no mistake: it is. But these sorcery-loving Harry Potter fans play pretty rough, as ERIC HANSEN found out when he captained a bad-news team of ex-athletes, ultimate Frisbee studs, slobs, drunks, and some people he knows from Iceland. Brooms up, and may the best Muggles win.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/22650518292</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/22650518292</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 09:24:53 -0400</pubDate><category>by Eric Hansen</category></item><item><title>The Kentucky Derby and the Slow Death of Horse Racing</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2012/05/the-kentucky-derby-and-the-slow-death-of-horse-racing/256621/"&gt;The Kentucky Derby and the Slow Death of Horse Racing&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;This dark and stormy Derby week, there is no other way to put it. These are dismal days for horse racing in North America. We once said, in the grandstands and along the backstretches, that all horse racing needed to reassert itself onto the American sporting scene was a Triple Crown winner. But the last 3-year-old colt to accomplish that task was Affirmed in 1978. And that means that a third of a century, an entire generation, has come and gone without such a champion. In the meantime, chaos. The great gaming monopoly that once was horse racing has devolved into a rudderless mess.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/22446524283</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/22446524283</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 10:37:44 -0400</pubDate><category>by Andrew Cohen</category></item><item><title>The Mysterious Case of the Vanishing Genius</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/201204/the-mysterious-case-the-vanishing-genius"&gt;The Mysterious Case of the Vanishing Genius&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;Margie Profet was always a study in sharp contradictions.  A maverick thinker remembered for her innocent demeanor, she was a woman who paired running shorts with heavy sweaters year-round, and had a professional pedigree as eccentric as her clothing choices: Profet had multiple academic degrees but no true perch in academe. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, Profet published original theories about female reproduction that pushed the boundaries of evolutionary biology, forcing an entire field to take note. Indeed, back then it was hard not to notice Margie Profet, a vibrant young woman who made a “forever impression” on grade school chums and Harvard Ph.D.s alike. Today, the most salient fact about Profet is her absence. Neither friends, former advisers, publishers, nor ex-lovers has any idea what happened to her or where she is today. Sometime between 2002 and 2005, Profet, who was then in her mid-40s, vanished without a trace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/22446520623</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/22446520623</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 10:37:40 -0400</pubDate><category>by Mike Martin</category></item><item><title>Uncatchable</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.gq.com/news-politics/newsmakers/201205/george-wright-fugitive-capture-story?printable=true&amp;mobify=0"&gt;Uncatchable&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;George Wright, America’s most elusive fugitive, ran for forty years. He ran from the cops after escaping from prison. He ran from the feds after the most brazen hijacking in history. He ran from the authorities on three continents, hiding out and blending in wherever he went. It was a historic run—and now that it’s over, he might just pull off the greatest escape of all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thefeature.net/post/22322655042</link><guid>http://thefeature.net/post/22322655042</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 11:25:01 -0400</pubDate><category>by Michael Finkel</category></item></channel></rss>

