Word: crateful
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...weary and a little miffed. As usual, he's been up since dawn, fishing for a living off the coast of Kaikoura, a town in the north-east corner of the South Island. Blast, it shouldn't be this cold in October. And seagulls keep pecking at the crate-loads of hoki stacked on the deck of his boat. He's also been let down by a helper who's scampered before the day's work is done. Which gets him started on how, as he sees it, the government favors certain types of people. "Basically, people who haven...
...incredible reflexes, and he got really good, but he talked so much about it that I got sick of it. So I had a beaten-up Porsche shell delivered to his porch for his 50th birthday. He never said anything, but not long after, I found a crate of molten metal delivered to the living room of my (rented) house. It dented the floor. I then had it turned into a really ugly sculpture and dropped into his garden. To this day, neither one of us has ever mentioned...
...SHINY BOTTLES For 20 years, lighting sculptor Warren Muller has been collecting all manner of scrap at flea markets, auctions and junkyards, and transforming that ordinary stuff into illuminated art. "I favor old tools, farm equipment and industrial parts," he says. Here, a salvaged crate is combined with unearthed Moxie soda bottles to make a light that throws a rustic glow ($3,600-$250,000). www.bahdeebahdu.com
...prospect of crowds overflowing into their own stores. “It’ll probably bring people from out of the neighborhood,” said Colin G. Quinn, of Best Cellars wine shop, which is one block away. Likewise, Lisa D. Boch, a sales associate at Crate & Barrel, said she thought the Apple Store will be good for business. “It’ll be so great for the city,” she said. “[Apple customers] are like our customers: modern and trendy.” The store has been the subject...
...It” was the Proustian sensation of being suddenly launched back into childhood. I was instantly four years old again, back when the bakery in Chinatown still sold green tea jelly, when my family still took vacations to Cape May and I drank Clearly Canadians by the crate, and before I’d accidentally opened my tongue sandwich and noticed the delicacy’s uncanny resemblance to my own. What a Langue de Chat did for Marcel, cow tongue in Japan apparently does for me.I thought I’d found my story, a touching if cloying...