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Dribble Shot This basting bottle ensures that the extra marinade lands on the meat, not your feet. A tiny valve at the top restricts the flow of liquid, and a rubber lip helps contain it. $14 at www.pamperedchef.com...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Boffo Barbecue | 7/5/2006 | See Source »

...geek with brilliant feet, she a pert blond chorine. Yet when Fred took Ginger in his arms and led her across a ballroom floor, he not only defined the film musical but also, deep in the Depression, created a new ideal of "la belle, la perfectly swell romance." Most of their best numbers--Isn't This a Lovely Day and Cheek to Cheek from Top Hat, the all-time sublime Never Gonna Dance from Swing Time--are in this five-film set, along with cogent analysis of the screen's most buoyant...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: 7 DVDs Show How Divine and Dramatic Dance Can Be | 7/5/2006 | See Source »

...working my mouth and eyes, clearing my throat, feet independently pushing my just-awakened body into the glare of the corridor. I thought I'd probably heard wrong. A "token black" maybe-some gang member pushed off the platform? Or a marijuana smoker (as in Steve Miller's famous line, "I'm a midnight toker")? The jargon varies by hospital and, like all residents, I strove...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: When the Diagnosis Is Cynicism | 7/5/2006 | See Source »

Pillowy Pad Soft as your sleeping bag may be, truly cushy camping calls for an extra layer of cushion underneath to support your back. The Therm-a-Rest Women's Trail Comfort mattress, $70, is designed specifically for those whose feet get cold at night: it has extra insulation at the lower...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Comfy Camping | 7/2/2006 | See Source »

...would not hurt. Trotting through the greenery, along with a very small handful of sweaty Frenchmen with socks hiked up to their knees, I wondered why there weren’t more joggers on this gorgeous Sunday morning. A day later, as I nursed the blisters on my feet in my bathtub, I knew exactly why. I had walked 10 kilometers that day: four purposefully, three getting dreadfully lost, two purposefully inside the Louvre, and a last one getting dreadfully lost yet again while looking for le sortie of the Louvre. This perambulation-filled day was no anomaly: every Parisian...

Author: By Aliza H. Aufrichtig, | Title: J’ai Mal aux Pieds | 6/30/2006 | See Source »

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