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Word: exhaustingly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
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...from old plumbing joints, but we drink mostly bottled water. And we don't often burn candles; some wicks contain lead that can reach toxic levels. The biggest source of lead here is Rachel's stained-glass studio in the basement. But Brennan declared himself "wickedly impressed" by the exhaust fan, respirator, fume collector and gloves Rachel uses when she works...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Families: Mold Busters | 9/4/2000 | See Source »

...stoves and dryers to outside venting, says Brennan. "We see this all the time in problem buildings." In this case, the fumes we thought were leaving the house were being dumped into the crawl space. Worse, Shaughnessy points out, the nearby air-conditioning system could be sucking up the exhaust fumes and moisture from the dryer and recirculating them around the house. But we eat out a lot, and it's an easy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Families: Mold Busters | 9/4/2000 | See Source »

...outgoing president should have the grace to look tired. Almost every president ages noticeably, alarmingly, in the White House. The immense burden is supposed to exhaust the man - look at Lyndon when they carried him out. Maybe we half-think a president hasn't done his job if he is not at least staggering a little at the end of the shift. Poor Franklin Roosevelt burned out and died in April 1945, after so much labor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Difference Between Sweet-Talking and Sugarcoating | 8/16/2000 | See Source »

THRUST REVERSERS These deflect the exhaust and slow the plane during landings...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Concorde's Doomed Flight | 8/7/2000 | See Source »

...disrobe, to wash the city from my skin, I remain clothed in the urban masala of textures and smells that seasons the ancient metropolis on the banks of the Yamuna River. A drop of sweat lies delicately between my eyes, a saree of dirt and exhaust, pleated six times at my waist and draped over my shoulder, enshrouds my body and defends my modesty from the menacing eyes of the dark. And as I lay in bed, immobilized by the heat, with the dissonant smells of sweet roasted corn and cow dung wafting through my open window...

Author: By Lauren E. Baer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Real Urban Outfitter | 7/14/2000 | See Source »

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