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...gloomy December morning in Helsinki in 1997 when 26-year-old Vesku Paananen woke up with a hangover after a night of Koskenkorva vodka and beer. Paananen, a chief technology officer with new-media company Yomi Group, was jolted out of bed by the annoying ring tone of his Nokia 6110 mobile phone. "I didn't want to hear 'de de de de deeeee' ever again," Paananen recalls. "I wanted to hear Van Halen's Jump, and I was willing to pay for it." The technology was there to program mobile phones to play pop tunes rather than electronic bleeps...
...Ritz it ain't. Christina Ast's idea of a great summer vacation is mucking out cowsheds and picking potatoes with her three daughters and their children at Heinrich Winkelmann's farm on the heaths in Lower Saxony in northern Germany. At night, they bed down in the barn on a layer of hay. Never mind the mice audibly scurrying around in the dark or the spiders that crawl into their sleeping bags. "It's the most wonderful experience," says Ast, 47, a health-care administrator from Halle/Saale. "The hay is beautifully soft and warm and it crackles when...
...development, says that, given high start-up costs, "It's a big risk, especially if you take into account that everybody is doing it, and everybody thinks this is the future." Still, back in Germany, farmer Winkelmann is enjoying the boom. His farm, called Flottwedel, offers guests a hay bed plus a sumptuous breakfast for €12 per adult and €9 for kids between 6 and 12 (j7 for 2- to 6-year-olds). You have to bring a sleeping bag, but there are two newly installed showers. That comes in handy for the kids, says holiday farmhand...
...bumped into a friend obsessed with a party he couldn’t get into and wondering whether I had some connection. My dinner break was dominated by the news that an undergrad talked a movie star into bed hours after they met at a Creative Coalition fundraiser. The exit was clogged by people I knew without a press pass and trying to persuade the guard to let them...
Once upon a time, in the "Dominion Of New Haven," it was illegal to kiss your children on Sunday. Or make a bed or cut your hair or eat mince pies or cross a river unless you were a clergyman riding your circuit. If you lived in Connecticut in 1650, there was no mistaking Sunday for just another shopping day; regardless of whether you'd go to hell for breaking the Sabbath, you could certainly go to jail. Centuries later, the sense that Sunday is special is still wired in us, a miniature sabbatical during which to peel...