Word: corduroyed
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...hope to present the wearing of clothes as art," said Olch, who appeared at the interview wearing brown corduroy pants, a pinstriped button-down shirt, a brown wool sweater and brown leather lace-up boots. "[HFA] wants to forget the traditional magazine format and present a unique approach...
UCLA paleontologist Bruce Runnegar, however, disagrees with Seilacher. Runnegar argues that the fossil known as Ernietta, which resembles a pouch made of wide-wale corduroy, may be some sort of seaweed that generated food through photosynthesis. Charniodiscus, a frond with a disklike base, he classifies as a colonial cnidarian, the phylum that includes jellyfish, sea anemones and sea pens. And Dickinsonia, which appears to have a clearly segmented body, Runnegar tentatively places in an ancestral group that later gave rise to roundworms and arthropods. The Cambrian explosion did not erupt out of the blue, argues Runnegar. "It's the continuation...
Huggan, dressed casually in brown corduroy pants and a brown and white shirt, sat with his legs crossed on the desk at the front of the room and lectured about the assignment...
Senator William Roth of Delaware is a creature of habit. He once took a liking to what his aides agreed was an ugly brown corduroy suit, so much so that he wore it even on the hottest summer days. His staff finally had enough of the monstrosity. An aide confronted him: "Senator, the bad news is there was a fire at your house." Before the horrified Roth could say a word, the aide continued, "The good news is it was confined to your closet." The brown suit disappeared. But he still sticks to an offbeat wardrobe that seems a fitting...
From a brown corduroy recliner, Weaver can keep an eye on his two youngest daughters, Elisheba, 3, and Rachel, 13, who often play in the park across the street. His oldest daughter, Sara, 19, who works as a waitress, has rented a house up the street. On some days, Weaver sits and sips coffee from a mug emblazoned with the German flag. When visitors drop by, he mixes White Russians in the kitchen. Outside on the small lawn, a jumble of bicycles lies scattered across the sidewalk. A battered white gas guzzler hunkers in the driveway. He says...