Word: joshing
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...mostly engaged in a monologue about her increasingly isolated life and her act of pacing, ultimately ending with a story that imitated the beginning of her monologue. Lloyd-Bollard delivered her lines with great intensity, but the lighting (co-designed by Allison B. Kline ’09 and Josh Randall), while effective, kept the audience from looking at anything but the first few feet of stage. Also, the rhythmic pacing became somewhat lulling after a time and made the scene a bit hard to follow. “Rockaby” was arguably the strangest and most disturbing?...
...could take half a decade before the winners and losers of this battle emerge. One prevailing paradigm, from analyst Josh Bernoff of Forrester Research, forecasts cable firms and Web portals as most "promising" because consumers look to them for both onscreen and online content. His studies indicate that cell-phone content may become way too pricey for most consumers. The right mix of advertising with video on demand, he contends, stands a good chance of breaking out as the biggest earner...
After the hosts drew attention to the fact that Gere’s legal middle name is Tiffany, Josh M. Brener ’07 entered the stage as a giant poodle named Tiffany, and insulted...
...maiden voyage of the Hasty Pudding Theatricals’ (HPT) 158th production, “Some Like it Yacht.” Written by Josh M. Brener ’07 and Samuel Gale Rosen ’06, both seasoned veterans of HPT, and with music composed by Ben E. Green ’06, the new show maintains its reputation for high caliber wit, music, and entertainment as the oldest acting troupe in drag. Produced by Mary Kate A. Burke ’06 and Ashley A. Zalta ’07 and directed by professional Tony Parise...
...Astoundingly voluptuous “women” decked out in fur, pompoms, spangles, pleather, and sequins from head to toe—or rather from the lower half of their colossal breasts to the tops of their stockinged thighs—strut the decks. A Hitler look-alike (Josh C. Phillips ’07) dutifully trots after a terrifyingly overgrown Shirley Temple clone. A sleazy-looking captain (Alan D. Zackheim ’06) herds the crowd, ridiculously wielding his violin case as a rifle...