Word: jacked
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...pages of text with 251 footnotes reads like a lucid exploration of a developing medium, peppered with incisive sound-bite quotations from the New York Times' Tom Wicker and James Reston, Bill Moyers and Jack Valenti...
...five o'clock tea, even if it was all on my own and without benefit of sugar or cream. I set my watch to London time (which I later found out I had miscalculated) and cultivated an eccentric passion for dreary weather. I decorated my notebooks with the Union Jack (explaining to my classmates in the strongest of tones that it was not the logo for Reebok) and used my pocket money to buy the Economist. I beamed with delight when relatives humorously referred to me as the "English gentleman." The view of the Big Ben stirs emotions rooted...
Many of our most celebrated authors have achieved success under noms de plume: Samuel Clemens as Mark Twain, Marian Evans as George Eliot and now MICK FOLEY as Mankind. This week Foley, a pro wrestler who has been known as Cactus Jack and Dude Love, will see his first book, Have a Nice Day! A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks, hit No. 2 on the New York Times nonfiction best-seller list. In his memoir Foley relates how he overcame broken bones, a lost ear and a worthy opponent named "the Rock" to win the World Wrestling Federation belt last...
...only fair thing to say about Zicam is that its benefits are still not proved. Maybe if I'm desperate, I'll try it next time I get a telltale tickle in my throat. In the meantime, I hope to sidestep the problem by following the advice of Dr. Jack Gwaltney of the University of Virginia School of Medicine, a top cold researcher. "Wash your hands a lot with soap and water," he says, because cold viruses like to linger there. Don't put your fingers in your eyes or nose, as they give easy access to the nasal passages...
Judging from Ween's stage setup Sunday night, you'd expect them to be a skinhead hardcore band; distributed across the stage of the Somerville Theater were a bass drum with a flipped bird painted on the front, a party bottle of Jack Daniels and a riot gear-looking bullhorn. The fans that packed Davis Square's venerable fountain of obscurity know the truth about alt-rock's satirical brats, though: Ween is just kidding...