Word: felted
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...show: it's mostly just a piano and lots of emotive singing. Axl should totally be a Broadway singer. He's got the range and the histrionics. Picture Mandy Patinkin singing this: "So now I wander through my day/ Tried to find my way/ To the feelings that I felt/ I saved for you and no one else/ And though as long as this road seems/ I know it's called the street of dreams/ But that's not stardust on my feet/ that leaves a taste that's bittersweet/ That's called the blues." Again, Axl thinks some woman...
Soon after, Hasna approached her brother's former colleagues with a proposal. If they could get her a belt, she would bomb Kilometer 5 herself. The group was initially skeptical: it had never worked with a woman and felt certain she would lose her nerve at the last moment. But Hasna wore down the group with her insistence, and it sent her to Syria to be vetted by senior jihadi commanders and fitted for a bomb belt...
...parents used some kind of 1970s, value-neutral explanation that I nevertheless heard as "Catholics are weird." So I felt safe in my codified breakfast world until last month, when I saw a McDonald's billboard advertising CHICKEN FOR BREAKFAST. The chain's new Southern Style chicken biscuit made me question exactly why we accept certain food at certain times. Most countries, after all, are pretty grossed out by eating eggs at an early hour: in Spain, France and Italy--countries that know what they're doing with food--you have some kind of bread substance and coffee and move...
...second week of Obama's economic tour, found that 44% of people preferred Obama be entrusted with the the economy to McCain's 37%, and 46% said Obama would do a better job at tackling special interest groups compared to 31% for McCain. More than two-thirds, or 68%, felt the economy was getting worse with 27% believing it is holding steady. Only 4% said the economy is improving...
...summer solstice, my wife and I went to a wedding in New England. The weather was perfect - mid-70s, sunny, with an exquisite whisper of breeze. We stayed at a classic little inn... classic except for the air-conditioning blasting through the lobby. I asked the innkeeper why he felt the need to refrigerate when the weather outside was so amenable. "I wish we didn't. It's expensive. I'd love to keep the temperature about 75," he told me, "but the guests demand...