Word: bucket
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...fires. But there was something else fanning the flames. Literally: a hot-air vent is located directly above the would-be fire-pit. Fallows witnessed the small but potentially dangerous fire firsthand during a 1 a.m. snack run, and put it out with the help of a bucket of water and some stomping. Steven J. Wilson ’08, a smoker in Winthrop who was not responsible for the fires, laments the lack of a “Smoker’s Oasis” in Standish courtyard to serve as a cigarette receptacle...
...depending on how long and how many people are deployed. A precrisis preparation session costs at least $25,000. Still, says Dezenhall, who has represented such companies as Procter & Gamble, ExxonMobil, Eli Lilly and GE, "the amount of money spent on crisis management is a drop in the bucket compared to what you might lose." Corporations routinely analyze how political risk or interest-rate risk might affect their bottom line. Argenti says the "reputational risk" of handling a crisis poorly should be part of the equation...
...best of a bad job in producing even partially coherent dream imagery from the relatively noisy signals" sent up to it from the brain stem at the onset of REM. Their paper served to yank dreaming from the realms of the psychological and plonk it in a dreary, physiological bucket...
...jumpers in the paint, as the Crimson, down to just three big men, could not prevent the duo from asserting its power around the hoop.Nwachukwu established the evening’s theme from the tip-off, as he expertly sealed his defender on the block and netted an easy bucket to open the scoring. The second time down the floor the 6’9 forward again dismantled Harvard’s interior defense, getting to the line for two free throws, and Baumann then made it 6-0 by dumping in a running floater on the fast break. Together...
...lovely bright blue eyes perpetually fixed in a startled expression--have operated Windflower for eight years with their sons Nathaniel, 14, and Jacob, 11. On the day I visited last summer, I watched a barefoot Nathaniel walk to the henhouse to collect eggs in an old white bucket, as he did every day. I had been eating those eggs most days--that's how I had replaced cereal. Seeing Nate carry that bucket into the smelly humidity of the chicken coop, I realized I had never before felt so connected to my food. I had not only seen the chickens...