Word: crabbed
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...private room at a posh shinjuku crab restaurant, five twentysomethings surround Noboru Koyama, 60, CEO of Tokyo cleaning company Musashino. Koyama looks at his watch--it's 8:30 p.m.--and announces that the party is moving. "O.K.," Koyama says briskly, "we'll do hotel bar, sushi, drag-queen show, hostess club, in that order." The young salarymen, who volunteered to spend Saturday night with their boss, gasp. "We're going...
...Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium in Japan could affix a rubber tail, designed by sculptor Kazuhiko Yakushiji, onto her mangled tailfin with reinforced plastic and metal screws. Winter, a dolphin that lives at the Clearwater Marine Aquarium in Florida and is completely tailless as a result of an injury from a crab trap, presents a much bigger challenge. Hanger Orthopedic Group in Bethesda, Md., thinks it can help, using a sticky, gel-like material to create suction between the damaged limb and the prosthesis that will help hold it in place. The detachable tail may leave Winter too vulnerable ever to return...
...private room at a posh Shinjuku crab restaurant, five twentysomethings surround Noboru Koyama, 60-year-old CEO of Tokyo cleaning company Musashino. Koyama looks at his watch - it's 8:30 p.m. - and announces that the party is moving: "O.K.," Koyama says briskly, "we'll do hotel bar, sushi, drag-queen show, hostess club, in that order." The young salarymen, who volunteered to spend Saturday night with their boss, gasp. "We're going...
...second varsity boat was also unlucky, after whittling down an initial Bulldog lead to move into the front with one mile to go. The late run would fall short when the boat was forced to stop briefly after one oarsman caught a crab in the last thousand meters, giving Yale a chance to push past the Crimson for an 18-second victory...
When the Harvard College Women’s Center (HCWC) opened last September, hundreds of students, faculty, administrators and alumnae filled the space, sipping on punch, eating crab puffs, and listening to laudatory speeches from deans and vaunted faculty. The Radcliffe Pitches infused the evening’s energy with their spirited harmonies. Suddenly, in the midst of the joyful chaos of that evening, I felt a hand touch my arm from the middle of the crowd. A well-dressed woman of about 50 years stepped toward me, a bit tentatively, and whispered...