Word: asphalting
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...wake my husband to tell him about it. And Ritalin made my toes hurt. O.K., technically it was the wall I was kicking that made my toes hurt. I was trying to get my kids downstairs to school, and they were moving with the speed of treacle on asphalt. This is their standard speed, but I don't usually take my frustrations out on the wall. My children, being New York City kids, simply shrugged. They've seen worse...
TORNADO WARNINGS MADE KING FRET about his crowd, as ominous streaks of gray and purple crossed the sky from the west. Radio bulletins told of a seven o'clock twister that picked up and dumped a stretch of asphalt on cars near Star City, Ark., killing seven people, and the first squalls hit Memphis half an hour later in slanted sheets of rain. Phone calls from the Lorraine to Lawson in Mason Temple verified that the crowd indeed was thin--perhaps fewer than 2,000 in the huge hall that had packed seven times that many for King's visit...
...depression in the brick by the gate near Canaday fills up with six inches of rainwater just a little slower than Yale Sociology majors pass out of their requirements. Lucky thing there’s a huge duct nearby that vents dry, vaguely Kinkos-scented air. A little asphalt would go a long way.Nine: Speed the trip to Mem. Hall 203. The door on the elevator traversing the shaft between the basement and second floor of Memorial Hall does its best Star Wars trash-compactor impression every time you push “2.” The door closes...
...victim—on ripped, square pieces of white textiles. She also combined these prints with a multi-colored, abstract drip technique and chose to present the pieces by leaving them scattered on the floor of the studio, accompanied by a photograph of a similarly random arrangement on the asphalt of a parking...
Never mind that I had known nothing but the smooth asphalt of the suburbs for 18 years; this trailer park off of a New Orleans highway felt foreign for so many other reasons. There was the white gravel sabotaging my high heels, the barefoot kids flinging tiny firecrackers into the sky, the bowlegged mutt slurping Wonderbread and canned beans, and the Vietnamese men lazing on a porch...