Word: fin
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...Bush looked shocked. He shrugged his shoulders, smiled and then waved as if going on a voyage. "You thought we were bad," joked Presidential adviser Karen Hughes of the One China Question Policy. In a private lunch of Shark's fin, fried lobster and Dim Sum at tables with 1,000 roses each, Jiang was not shy about expressing his contempt for the press. It was an area of common ground with his guest. "I like the way China did it when it comes to press conferences," Bush joked later...
...inch Frisbee provides a perfect replica of the dorsal fin common to the Landshark’s oceanic relative. But as Dichtel clarifies, “It is not a Landshark until it gets on the shoulders of two or more people, and hovers over the crowd [at a party...
...fin! The music starts. He springs up like a grasshopper and dances over his songs' bold introductions. Each song, he explains, has been arranged with a unique instrumental prelude that highlights a particular global sound: an African clay flute scampers across one track, an accordion moans on another, a Uruguayan quijada (jawbone of a donkey) scratches on a third. "We're creating world music in a Long Island basement," he says with a laugh. The song speeds up and, wanting to show off some complicated turns, he asks to have this dance. He's clumsy but an emotional dancer. Then...
...picking up African treasures. Today, as I stroll along the harbor, stevedores off-load shipments slowly - a languor born of chronic underemployment. Still, the Chinese come. "We Chinese can find business opportunities everywhere," grins Cen Haokun, one of three affable brothers who own six restaurants and a shark's fin and sea cucumber exporting business in Mombasa. Farther down the coast, Mohamed Oloya lops dorsal fins off great whites, then sells them to a middleman who transfers the shark bits to the brothers Cen. The Malindi-born fisherman is unsure why the Chinese crave a useless chunk of cartilage...
Feng Xiaogang does not dine on shark's fin or camel's hump. He does not wear Armani tuxes to awards galas or parade around with bejeweled women on each arm. "I am a regular guy," Feng says, his tongue swelling his cheek as it seeks out a remnant of dinner from between his molars. "I just happen to make movies instead of, say, working in a factory...