Word: barks
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...elicited almost no reaction on either side, prompting speculation among China watchers as to why Jiang, who aggressively vied to win diplomatic concessions after the Sino-U.S. spy-plane incident last spring, has kept this one under wraps. "I'm interested in the dog that didn't bark here," says James Mulvenon, a China analyst at Rand Corp. "Both sides want the trip to go well so badly that they're willing to weather this storm...
...Jane. Dear, sweet Jane. She’s a tawny, high cheek-boned, all-American kind of girl. She’s got chocolate brown eyes and windblown, I-combed-this-with-my-fingers and washed-with-tree-bark-herbs hair that really looks good wrapped in a simple leather string. Her assorted Laura Ashley-esque flower print dresses and full petticoat skirts are unadorned, yet ethereal. Jane bakes bread. She knows how to make those Little House on the Prairie daisy chains and how to tell if it’s going to rain in a fortnight by smelling...
...lesser taboo in a manner reminiscent of another of this year's inspired works, Jean-Pierre Jeunet's Amelie from Montmartre. Both Bong and Jeunet have an eye for eccentric detail, produce a bagful of tricks and visual kink and find the most unlikely "feel good factor." Dogs' bark is more hysterical and a notch or two rougher than Amelie. Part Hitchcock's Rear Window, part Monty Python's Parrot Sketch, Bong's Dogs may be this year's most inventive Asian film...
...experiment in cross-dressing until his secret is uncovered by a former lover who has a secret of her own. The Gourmet Club, the short story of the book's title, is the hidden haven of a gourmand who concocts exotic dishes out of ingredients such as tree bark, bird droppings and human saliva for a menu that might feature "Phlegm-and-Spittle Liquid Jade" or "Velvet Carpeting Soup." Mr. Bluemound represents the epitome of extreme movie goddess worship: a smitten fan constructs a series of actual physical replicates of the star in various positions for his own erotic purposes...
...Sitting in Annenberg—35 percent: The knowledge that Domna’s bark was worse than her bite and that there would always be a lukewarm chickwich waiting lulled my blockmates and I into spending hours at Annenberg getting worked up about the work we didn’t do, going back for more pink lemonade and flashing our newly minted Harvard status with ridiculous conversation. “Obviously, beer is a food and not a drug, you idiot. It’s made out of barley...