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Word: blurs (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
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...very front car was a large window, tilted slightly outward. I leaned my forehead against it and the train started to move. Faster and faster it went until we began to soar through the tunnel, moving so fast that the dim lights shining down from the street began to blur...

Author: By Charles J. Wells, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Commuter in Paris | 9/24/2008 | See Source »

...cell research?" Well, they do; just not all the forms that he supports. You can argue that embryo research should proceed anyway; you can argue about where federal funds should go, or whether embryos should be created specifically to experiment on them. But no one is served when politicians blur their positions or distort their opponents' or pretend the issue is simpler than...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Life and Death | 9/18/2008 | See Source »

...many words go into an event like the Democratic party convention? They're flakes in a blizzard - a few hit you, and the rest blow by in a blur. Amid that blizzard there was one perfect word, early in Barack Obama's virtuoso acceptance speech, to sum up the thrust of the entire storm...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Convention: Redefining Change | 8/29/2008 | See Source »

That helps explain why Bolt's legs move fast enough to be a blur. When people run, they are essentially bouncing though the air from one leg to another, says Daniel Lieberman, a professor of biological anthropology at Harvard University who studies how and why the human body looks and works as it does. What determines how fast people go is their stride length - a function of how long the legs are, how powerfully they push off into a stride and how far forward the body jumps - and their stride rate, which is how fast they can propel their legs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: How Fast Can Humans Go? | 8/22/2008 | See Source »

...gesticulated frantically at two platform colleagues. I remember glancing down under the driver's carriage and telling my girlfriend not to look, and noticing how reassuring the warm bodies of the passengers felt as we crowded into a packed elevator to leave the station. I remember a blur of fire trucks and ambulances (how did they get there so fast?), the screaming sirens and, later, a woman I recognized from my carriage pretending to browse a window of real estate ads as she wept...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Suicide on the Tube | 7/29/2008 | See Source »

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