Word: hostessing
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...owner, a new stadium and a new name. CHARGED. PHIL SPECTOR, 64, eccentric record producer who created the "wall of sound" pop style in the 1960s; with the murder of Lana Clarkson, 40, in his home last year; in Los Angeles. The actress was working as a hostess at the House of Blues on the night she went home with Spector, who has said she shot herself. SENTENCED. ABD AL-RAHIM AL-NASHIRI and Jamal Al-Badawi; to death, for the 2000 attack on the U.S.S. Cole, which killed 17 sailors; in Sana'a, Yemen. The Saudi-born al-Nashiri...
...some differences between how many steps you take, the way you move your hands, the overall differences are fairly miniscule,” Seavitt says. “But the overall principle is the same—it’s just a way for the host or hostess and their guest to share some...
...neighbor is Bai Ling (Zhang Ziyi), a dance-hall hostess and prostitute. Her arguments with Chow over his lady guests veer into flirtation, and soon she too is making his bedsprings squeak. Bai Ling makes one rash transaction: she gives her heart to Chow, who wants her only as a playmate. The one sedate lady in the hotel is its owner's older daughter Jingwen (Faye Wong), pining over a broken affair with a Japanese man (Takuya Kimura). She encourages Chow, a journalist who writes erotic books on the side, to switch to science fiction. Soon she is helping...
...homemade, flower print or flour sack, an apron does double duty as protection and decoration. An old apron's faded pattern seems a memory of itself. Its soft, well-washed fabric feels as soothing as soup. But an apron also represents a woman kept in her place. The pert hostess aprons of the 1950s, with their printed poodles and cheery appliques, might seem these days to have tried too hard to put a good face on things. There are some Americans who would just as soon slip a burqa over their daughter's head, and others for whom an apron...
...alors! he gets word that his expatriate bachelor uncle has died, leaving him a house and vineyards in the south of France. Max heads there at once, where he is quickly distracted by a local female attorney with long delectable legs and by the "jaunty bosom" of the hostess at the village bistro. Soon he's thinking to try his hand at making decent wine, or at least something better than the vile purple fluid his uncle was content to produce. But then a cute young American shows up who has her own plausible claim to the property. And wait...