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Prior to halftime, when several likely skill-position starters were lifted to avoid injury on the rain-soaked pitch and the Crimson’s play calling took a decided turn for the conservative, O’Hagan orchestrated five trips to pay dirt against just one drive ended by a punt. Though his throws downfield were hampered by the weather and lacked Fitzpatrick’s velocity, the overwhelming majority of O’Hagan’s attempts were well timed and perfectly placed, dropping directly into his receivers’ hands just beyond the reach...
...other seen on the Mainstage: the first two dances of the Furies, in which disjointed, jerky movements alternated with moments of sensuous synchrony, were breathtaking. Melissa E. Goldman’s ’06 impressive, surreal set accommodates all that it needs to while accommodating tremendous amounts of dirt besides; while Thomas E. Osborne’s ’08 light design is alternately eerie and awe-inspiring (the illumination of the entire backdrop against actor silhouettes is incredible...
...restaurants open to the public on the harbor, and visiting it on foot involves negotiating an obstacle course over highways and through office buildings. And?be warned?the view isn't entirely idyllic. As well as those sampans, patrons can also watch half a dozen barges dumping stone and dirt into the water, hence each day robbing Hong Kong of a little more of its most famous feature...
...Hajjarah is only accessible by dirt road from the town of Manakha, with its old souks (markets) and narrow alleys. Located a hundred kilometers southwest of the capital, Sana'a, Manakha was once on the Spice Route to Europe. Expect to be beckoned into local tribesmen's hillside homes to share cups of shai (black, syrupy tea). "The real Arabia is still here in the mountains. The people here are very hospitable," says Muammer Al-Shamiry of Sana'a University, who regularly visits Al-Hajjarah. Hikes can be a few kilometers to over 100 km, and last from...
Chloe tells us the calorie count of everything she eats ad nauseam and she dishes the dirt on her bikini-waxing ritual, trying to let us into her body anxiety: “I grab a bag of SoyChips, chips for us carbophobes who buy into the gospel that Vogue preaches,” she tells us conspiratorially. But her descriptions of the scanty (or nonexistent) outfits in which she trots off to parties, meant to make her audience revel in the bacchanalia of college life, don’t gel with her supposed embarrassment...