Word: drapes
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...that night, in a pretty loud voice, I asked the older nurse, "Now give me the magic towel". She had no clue either, but she knew I needed an aperture drape, which is a sterile cloth sheet with a hole big enough to work through in its center. As she was unfolding it, I loudly and slowly explained to her that 'this is the magic towel that makes boys with cuts fall asleep and not feel anything at all'. I think she got it, though the other two certainly didn't. And why should they have? Even I didn...
...touched his face, he turned off like a light. In fact, he turned off so fast and so completely that I got a little scared. But I could feel him breathing and his color was good, so I kept working. The younger nurse, however, started to pick up the drape-she was really scared. I tried to stop her without talking, without breaking the spell. In a mask all you can do is a kind of growl with your eyes...
...Kickapoo Indians, which owned a casino in southern Texas. Garza, who is wearing jeans and a bolo tie in the picture, told TIME that Bush greeted him as "Jefe," or "chief" in Spanish. Another photo shows Bush shaking hands with Abramoff in front of a window and a blue drape. The shot bears Bush's signature, perhaps made by a machine. Three other photos are of Bush, Abramoff and, in each view, one of the lobbyist's sons (three of his five children are boys). A sixth picture shows several Abramoff children with Bush and House Speaker Dennis Hastert...
...It’s a medium that’s really present in the contemporary culture,” Hsu says.Catherine A. Siller ’06, a sculpture concentrator in Visual and Environmental Studies, has made full use of silicone in her work. Delicate silicone webs drape over scraps of metal on her worktable, and an intricate network of salmon-orange silicone quivers behind her, suspended from the studio ceiling. Siller is “using the class as a sounding board” for her senior sculpture project, and her haunting and strangely familiar work probes beyond...
...that keeps us coming back for more. See, in truth, I don’t really want to mess around with these boys, I want to mother them. I don’t want to stay up late with them, I want to finish their problem sets for them, drape crisp button-downs on them, fold their laundry with them, and throw their old Gatorade bottles away for them. Even when I’m sure it’s been one skipped section or several un-returned phone calls too many, they look lovingly at me (slightly red-eyed...