Word: acridity
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...Adams House ArtSpace brimmed with thumping techno, lasciviously gyrating bodies, and a stale, acrid fog machine haze. At least one face-painted, shirtless, sweaty dude bounced around the room, beckoning fellow revelers to join him in electronica ecstasy. And yet, Friday night’s Underground Rave—sponsored by DAPA, Drug and Alcohol Peer Advisors—was a decidedly wholesome affair. Despite being alcohol-free, the event managed to attract more than 300 curious party people over the course of the night. Pre-gaming is an admittedly useful innovation. But the event had the surprising...
...London, you could almost smell the panic. "There's an acrid stench of fear," says David Buik at London brokers BGC Partners. The list of those investors' worries is growing. Despite a $150 billion package of tax cuts and other economic stimulus unveiled by President Bush last Friday, a recession in the U.S. remains "more likely than not," says Gabriel Stein, chief international economist at Lombard Street Research in London. The reason: markets can still only guess the scale of losses incurred by banks caught up in the collapse of the U.S. subprime mortgage market. With those banks themselves still...
...target of Tuesday's attack may have marked it as a turning point in the campaign of political violence that has racked Lebanon since 2004, but the spectacle was grimly familiar: The acrid stench of smoke, the crunching of shattered glass underfoot, pools of black oil from destroyed vehicles, smeared gouts of congealing blood, wide-eyed and angry soldiers and police thrusting back crowds of journalists and onlookers. The car suspected of carrying the bomb was a twisted sculpture of fire-blackened steel. A second car, containing the bodies of two of the victims, appeared to have taken the brunt...
...protest," says Aman, now recognizable only by the glasses perched on the outside of her burqa mask. I follow her outside the madrasah gate where a hundred or so black-robed women chant in unison against Musharraf and Bush. A crack, a small explosion, and a cloud of acrid tear gas drifts our way, fronted by a pack of stampeding men. Apparently they tried to occupy the neighboring Environment Ministry...
...recognize her only by the glasses on the outside of her burqa mask. I follow her outside, where a hundred or so black-robed women chant in unison against Musharraf and his ally President George W. Bush. There's a crack, a small explosion, and then a cloud of acrid tear gas drifts our way. I run back to the gate, losing Aman in a sea of panicking black robes. More explosions, more tear gas. And then gunshots--first from the mosque, then in retaliation from the rangers. We are caught in a narrow corridor, bullets slicing through the thick...