Word: calfing
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...makes last year seem like a glistening beacon of originality, and leggings a glorious flattering invention (I know you may find this hard to believe; I do too, because I looked like Jean Paul Sartre in my leggings). 2007 boasts universally unbecoming trends such as huge puff sleeves, mid-calf length skirts, mod-shift dresses and, horror upon horror, cigarette pants.Sometimes, while daydreaming in a particularly horrible lecture about the life of Wordsworth, for example, I fantasize about what designers were thinking when they designed this year’s collections. Did they all think that huge sleeves look good...
...tinted glasses was beside himself with rage. His face turned white, and his lips trembled. He raised his arm to strike me. At that very moment Meiping's cat, Fluffy, tore through the kitchen door, jumped on the man's leg and sank his teeth into the man's calf. Screaming with pain, the man hopped wildly on one leg, trying to shake the cat off. The others also tried to grab Fluffy, but the agile cat ran out of the house and climbed onto his favorite branch of the magnolia tree. From this safe perch, Fluffy looked...
...small golden jackal, nipping at the rump of a hyena twice its size, chases the intruder from its territory. Two young lions tear into a still struggling buffalo calf. Such violent scenes are everyday rhythms Among Predators and Prey (Sierra Club Books; 224 pages; $35), the reflections of Wildlife Photographer Hugo van Lawick. The author has a long acquaintance with rough nature: he has lived with East Africa's wild animals for a quarter-century part of the time among chimpanzees with his former wife Jane Goodall. Van Lawick's knowledgeable narrative recalls a life that included a stint covering...
...understand Afghan politics, the theory goes, just go to a game of Buzkashi. After a few hours on a muddy field north of Kabul, watching three dozen men on horseback charge each other to gain possession of a disemboweled calf carcass, the axiom starts to make sense. The game is simple enough: grab the calf from the ground at one end of the field, hoist it over the saddle bow, circle the flag at the opposite end of the field and drop it back in the original chalk circle to score. What makes it difficult is that every other...
...just that there are no rules in Buzkashi - there aren't even teams. The game ends when the calf falls apart and no one can pick it up anymore. The boundary markers are mere suggestions. Often the scrum for the bloody calf spills into the stands, scattering spectators with peals of laughter, hoots and screams. Hooves fly, and so do elbows. Teeth - both human and horse - are bared...