Word: gaspingly
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Awful as the diseases and wars are that he has covered, his images bear a haunting and austere elegance. His pictures can make you tear up, but they're never sentimental. Sometimes you gasp at the terrible beauty he finds in something that is simply terrible. In other words, Jim's work is something rare in journalism: art. Jim has spent a lifetime turning agony into imagery and giving, as he puts it, "voice to those who otherwise would not have a voice...
...Jeremy Sackler, a student at Boca Raton High School, also in Palm Beach County, started the Facebook group People Who Think the 'Saggy Pants' Law Is Ridiculous in response to Riviera Beach's law - although it has only half the membership of the Girls Against Saggy Pants group, or GASP. "It is a total violation of the First Amendment," Sackler told TIME in a Facebook message. "I have talked about it with friends, and they all agree it is one of the stupidest laws we have ever heard of. And no, I do not wear excessively saggy pants. Most...
...have ever attended when I am not coming with butterflies in my stomach and a back-up plan for other things to do in Boston if I just can’t take being there. I don’t go in expecting the reunion to suck. I actually (gasp!) expect to have fun. And that’s reason enough for me to come back and give Harvard another chance...
...crowd favorite, “Zhong Nan Hai.” At the time I thought the song was about the complex of buildings that are effectively the headquarters of the Communist Party of China. I thought that I had perhaps stumbled upon a band singing true songs of (gasp!) protest—at least until the lead singer Zhang Shuowang broke into the chorus. It is not hyperbole to say that I have never seen so many cigarettes in the air at one time in my entire life. Fans began hurling them by the handful at the band...
...proper joke. He just isn't quite real. It's impossible to locate in Jack the anger and lust that drove him to defile the local women and then skip town, and Robinson leaves utterly abstract whatever misdeeds kept him busy for two decades in the flesh pits of (gasp!) St. Louis, Mo. He's one of these erudite wastrels like Stephen Dedalus who quote scripture freely, but unlike Dedalus, you can't imagine him touching anybody, even himself. He's more like Lovelace, the libertine villain in Clarissa: a devout person's idea of what a scoundrel might...