Word: gaspingly
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Like many other modern workers, Klein takes pride in being a master multitasker, zipping through her daily to-do list: "I see the red lights go on or hear the beep, and I love it." But she has noticed some drawbacks and even some side effects: impatience, irritability and (gasp) some inefficiency. "Sometimes when e-mail goes down, I'm actually more productive, because I can concentrate on something," she says. She finds herself angry and snappish when callers make poor use of her endless availability. Although she feels anxious when her In box is empty, she feels no better...
...superstar Ziyi Zhang “is a traitor to her country. Shooting her would not be an adequate punishment.” What the (presumably Chinese) blogger is referring to is her starring role in “Memoirs of a Geisha,” in which she (gasp!) portrays a Japanese character, as do several other Chinese stars. Many Japanese are upset that their history is being played out by Chinese actors, and many Chinese are enraged because their movie stars are playing sympathetic characters in a film about a country that was, let?...
Last week’s episode of “The OC” opened with a (gasp) metaphor. Has the show achieved literary merit? Mmm, sort of. Marissa Cooper recounted—via nightmare—her shooting of Trey, Ryan’s brother, in last spring’s season finale. The vision represents ardent attempts by the show’s writers to remember a time when the show was at its sleazy best. And with last week’s episode, they succeeded! Sort of. Ryan and Marissa had some more relationship troubles...
...since it depends on a knowledge of the conventions that the perpetrators are sending up and putting down. That may be so, but a glance at five kinds of comedy spanning 60 years proves that the truly funny is universal. A silent star can still make us laugh and gasp at his exertions. Teen foibles from the '80s can touch us today. All of which raises the creepy threat of a Rob Schneider retrospective at some film museum...
...that accompanies so many of our lecture courses is the place for this veritas to come alive. It is our chance to challenge “the truth” as given to us by our professors, engage with it, relate it to our own academic work, or even (gasp!) our personal experience. Through dialogue we have the opportunity to reconstruct our own understandings and piece them together with classmates into a fuller perception of reality.But instead of resuscitating veritas, too many of our sections seem to drain even more life from it. I do not mean to attack...