Word: grins
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...final flight, he was saluted with speeches at the front of the plane, and he walked through the cabins bearing a heaping platter of chocolate chip and caramel brownies made by his wife, Jill. Even the President helped himself. "He's had Jill's before," McClellan said with a grin. He went out Saturday and bought his own BlackBerry and has lined up his first paid speaking engagement, on May 22. Characteristically, he won't say where it is. "It's out West," he said...
...housing in Leverett for this fall, which he hoped would be his final semester before he graduated. Georgi, his wife and co-master Ann, and Leverett residential dean Catherine Shapiro e-mailed House residents with the news last night. “Duane always gave a sort of impish grin,” Georgi said in an interview. “And he had that when I saw him a few weeks ago. It was good to see the old Duane.” Meat graduated in 2001 from the Berkshire School in Sheffield, Mass. According to the school?...
...music director had given him the lyrics only a week earlier, but Wang had not let the deadline spoil his weekend plans. “The stuff I brought in was not ‘Hasty Pudding,’” says Wang, flashing a characteristic grin. “It was almost perversely dissonant and difficult to sing. It probably wouldn’t have been out of place in a postmodern opera.” Although Wang came up short in his first attempt at composing for the stage, it didn’t take long...
...that strange in the rap world. And besides, it’s hard not to like the strange, ironic earnestness that flows from each of the Streets albums. One gets the sense that, whether serious or joking, jarring or soothing, Skinner is always half-hiding a wry grin, and the playfulness that belies it is infectious enough to make “Living” well worth suffering through its worst moments. —Reviewer Henry M. Cowles can be reached at hmcowles@fas.harvard.edu...
...photo class at the Carpenter Center last semester, weeping crimson tears over my Visual and Environmental Studies project (which, since you ask, was about portraits of dogs) when my professor–a small, irascible chap with an unplaceable accent–walked in with a grin.“Ah’ve just been to that new bar, ‘Om,’ and it’s very impressive,” he said.“Hey, what do you think of this photo?” I asked, directing him toward the screen...