Word: breakfasting
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...front yard tinkering with his motorbike. A little after 8 a.m. he felt a rumbling in the ground - worrying, but not wholly unexpected in this seismically fitful corner of Indonesia. What happened next was anything but expected. Mudakir watched as a neighbor, who had been inside eating breakfast, came tumbling into the street. "There was an explosion," Mudakir recalls. "Then the mud started to flow." He gaped in amazement as a geyser of scalding sludge shot five meters into the air, collapsing the roof of his neighbor's house. Mudakir froze. Then he gathered his mother and two brothers from...
...also conducts classes, a colleague accidentally opened a door and found herself in a classroom; it was dimly lit and at least "15 degrees colder than the ones we're being shown," she said. The students sat huddled in winter jackets, some wearing hoods or hats. Sadder was the breakfast room at the hotel that morning, just after a complimentary - and lavish - buffet had been served to us. A friend of mine, from the orchestra's delegation, arrived after 9 a.m., when the buffet had closed. As she entered she saw a couple of the waitresses at work. They weren...
...know how to deal with [confrontation], so they’re kind of like a broken record, almost brainwashed.” And while we might feel brainwashed coming out of that Monday morning class, most of us would prefer not to have a TomKat moment between breakfast and lunch. Actually, most of us would prefer never to have anything similar to TomKat...ever. Stay away from the roving booths...
...movie of choice is generally not a chick-flick, so my mom and I were determined to take advantage of the guys’ absence) and resettled on the couch for what began as a lazy morning and turned into a lazy day. Cold pizza for breakfast it was, and since then I can legitimately say that I would almost rather have a cold slice than a warm...
...representative of a character that is shallow, but delightfully so. Keiller’s performance is masterful; her character is in total control of her huge catalogue of barbs and imposing enough to silence the background music herself without saying a word.Other highlights include enlightened discussions on Breakfast at Tiffany’s (“The movie, not the novella”), guidelines for coming out of the closet as a public figure (“Are you British? Are you knighted?”), and a monologue comparing the transience of Buddhist sand mandalas to Hollywood executives ordering...