Word: casualities
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...east, directly towards the epidemic spread of Islamic fundamentalism. Yet in no area of the globe is our foreign policy more confused than in the Arab world. Reading of the violent seizure of Kabul, Afghanistan by fundamentalist forces only several days ago, one is unable to comprehend the casual and ambivalent way in which many of our nation's policy-makers seem to view this phenomenon...
Grunwald continues: "The Gap...makes us blend into a crowd of casual, comfortable clothing." In a metaphor that is almost poetic, Grun-wald explains: With the pocket t-shirts and cotton turtlenecks grouped into small, medium, large and extra large, "the Gap fits everybody. It provides the sartorial equivalent of the Big Tent, welcoming America's diverse multitude of grossly misshapen bodies into the comforting embrace of its loose fitting" sweaters...
...thousands of dollars in grants to student organizations. These council services and events contributed tremendously to life at Harvard, but the council has the means to accomplish even more. With careful planning, there is no reason that Harvard cannot have more than one major concert a year, many casual dances in Loker Commons and other campus-wide events. And there is simply no excuse for not having the Gala Ball, a smashing success, on a semi-annual if not annual basis. With a little organization, the council could become an institution respected for its consistency and excellence, and maybe even...
...Vote" volunteers, and I shoo them off rather impolitely. I harbor unnatural hostility for the Rock the Vote campaign, and for the idea of activist voter registration in general. They bother me in much the same way it bother me when playoff ticket land in the laps of casual fans. I have no real grounds to be annoyed, but still, there's an undeniable elitist suspicion that if people don't have to work hard for precious things, they won't appreciate what they're getting...
...electronic message board, scanning the menu of Loker's "bohemian-style coffeehouse." She had come downstairs to meet her daughter for lunch. With her appearance, an underground furtiveness crept into the air as lunch companions quickly hushed and murmured; eyes darted and honed in; people strained to look casual and turn their necks, owl-like, 180 degrees. A collective concentration fixed in on Hillary, as she stood there painfully aware of her own aura in an airy pale purple suit. She must not have been very pleased with the luncheon options, judging by the frown on her face...