Word: frequentative
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...addition to men's conferences, Bly, now in his early seventies, still gives frequent poetry readings. His poetry readings are a performance, as Bly often brings along masks or finger cymbals...
Ecstasy can occasionally enslave and occasionally offer transcendence. Usually, it does neither. For Adrienne, the Midwestern woman who has been a frequent user for the past five years, ecstasy is a key part of life. "E makes shirtless, disgusting men, a club with broken bathrooms, a deejay that plays crap and vomiting into a trash can the best night of your life," she says with a laugh. "It has done two things in my life," she reflects. "I had always been aloof or insecure or snobby, however you want to put it. And I took it and realized, you know...
...sell. The scary thing is that there is no way to tell how long this irrational gloominess will rule. Investors should come to grips with the possibility that we have entered an old-fashioned bear market--one that lasts six to nine months before reaching bottom, is marked by frequent suckers' rallies that pull bargain hunters in too early, and fails to recover quickly off the bottom. Give me a crash anytime; the next day is a buying opportunity. A slow bloodletting demoralizes. It doesn't end until the dip buying stops, and by the time you realize that...
...makes Microsoftware hog all your hard-disk space, so that you need a new PC every six months. The one-size-fits-all approach is like making a car that is also a boat and that rides like a helicopter. Trying to fly will result in short hops and frequent crashes! Microsoft is the big bully in the playground kicking over everybody else's board games. HENRY ISI ODIASE London...
Later I remember being scared because the bombings became frequent. The home of another friend of my parents, Arthur Shores, who was the lawyer for Martin Luther King Jr. and the civil rights people, was bombed not long after that. I remember driving by there and seeing all the damage. Yes, it was scary. The men in the community, my father among them, would go to the head of the cul-de-sac at night and sit there armed to keep night riders from coming through...