Word: barrooms
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...balls have been "laid" askew around the page while little boxes of text ("Neven versus Dutch," "Five Games") draw your eye across the page in the correct sequential order. Consequently, in a convergence only possible in this medium, the page itself reflects the excitement and exaggeration of Neven's barroom tales...
Though Jake A. Porter ’05 has been claiming that the cuts and bruises on his face were the result of a triumphant barroom brawl with a smart-ass Yankees fan, sources say that the injuries were in fact caused by a misstep during an IM soccer match. To Porter’s credit, though, it was probably his intense passion for the Red Sox, and not his complete lack of coordination, that caused him to trip over his own feet and slam face-first into the ground...
...slowly learning, in bits and pieces, about Ireland and the rocky relationship of England to the EU—but more than that, parliamentary TV is entertaining. It’s the two-drink minimum version of Congress, as my brother would say. Kind of a barroom brawl, with Tony Blair in the hotseat, a place that anyone involved in this Iraq debacle belongs. I relished it, though I relished it as a piece of fiction, as a film, as well as a truth: better drama than the West Wing any day. Tony Blair sits there in a clean white...
...moment in the 1950s when American art conquered the world. By way of Hope's memories, he lights upon Pollock's contemporaries--Willem de Kooning, Arshile Gorky, Mark Rothko, Barnett Newman--the anointed gladiators of the American avant-garde. The names are changed, but their vanities and treacheries and barroom intellectual brawls are pretty much as we know them. As for Hope, she resembles Pollock's actual wife, the steadfast Lee Krasner, though not in every detail, especially after McCoy's death, when she marries Guy Holloway, a composite of Pop artists from the '60s, who never quite comes...
That philosophy allows patrons and staff alike to circumvent the tired constrictions of conventional barroom etiquette. Berkow says, “Men are always going to stare at people in bars, but at this place, you call them on it.” She, for example, would douse gaze-happy males with lines like: “Stop staring at me. But if you’re gonna keep staring at me, which you inevitably are, you might as well buy me a drink...