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...lives in the Tiger's Den, a fortified five-acre compound half an hour's drive from the capital, Phnom Penh. There, during the sporadic outbursts of fighting that threaten his rule, he retreats to his emergency war room, a small building with dark glass windows and aerials on the roof. Inside is a small bedroom. "You see this?" he asks, pointing to a closet with a mirror on the front. "Inside, there is a secret trapdoor into the basement. When you are a soldier, you have to know the ways of escape." He regrets he cannot go to restaurants...
...better known for a brooding scowl and outbursts of temper. But on March 6 he was ebullient as he presided over his daughter's wedding. His smile was broadcast over a huge video screen to 5,000 guests at tables spread around his house in the Tiger's Den. Hun Sen was doubly happy, he said in his speech, not only because of his daughter's marriage but also because that very day his troops had arrested Ta Mok, the Khmer Rouge leader also known as "the Butcher," the last of the rebel commanders still at large since the death...
...Clare share. He wanted all his computers to communicate with one another, just as they would at any corporate office. He also wanted the freedom to work on his website, do a little Web surfing, online shopping or banking from wherever he happened to be--in the kitchen, basement, den or bedroom--without having to wait for Clare to finish surfing first. So last October the Thibodeauxs started building a home network. Three weeks and $950 later, their Ethernet baby was born...
...Mount Wanda, named after one of Muir's daughters; and snack on ripe fruit from the orchard that helped bankroll his conservation activities. In Muir's 17-room mansion, young children will enjoy seeing the toys that belonged to Muir's daughters; older kids will gravitate to the "scribble den," where Muir did his writing. Among the artifacts on display: a spear presented to Muir by Native Americans in honor of his courage...
...jeans and an occasional preschooler in an XXS patent leather jacket. The cab driver refused to use the word "emporium," insisting that my friends and I were mistakenly visiting his old billiards hang-out, "Good Time Callie's." The towering marquees, however, confirmed that we were entering the famed den of Somerville carousal and inflated Michelob paraphernalia. Before gaining admittance, I was asked to flash my driver's license, convincing the bouncer I wasn't a parentless 17-year-old in need of quenching my keno machine addiction...