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...would blow their adjectival brains out." Ned's bursts of poetry are suitable for all ages: "At night every river has a secret twin a ghost of air washing above the living water down towards the sea." Or "A fright of blood red parrots flared & swept through the khaki forest." Ned apologizes for his unconventional style, saying, "I never learned my parsing." His readers will acquit him of that charge...
...handheld spot lamps. As the massive wooden doors opened, Kim walked in to the noise of the Panaflex shutters clattering like enormous insects. A short man--slightly topping Albright's 5 ft. 3 in.--with a potbelly, he wore well-shined shoes that formed triangles below his trademark khaki trousers and zip-front jacket. His skin looked pallid and his eyes slightly puffy, but he smiled as he strode toward Albright. She grinned back and said, "I'm very glad to be here; it's a beautiful city"--the first part of which, at least, was true...
...trio of choreographers are broadening their influence. Landon is working on a new video for the ska-rock band No Doubt. Robinson was behind the dancing in the striking "Khaki Soul" Gap ads. And Henson has a starring role in the Showtime drama Soul Food...
...haven't seen Pregracke at work. He's tireless. Today he's driving a forklift around his barges, sorting old car seats and lawn ornaments and tractor chassis into separate piles for recycling. All sandy hair and freckles, dressed in a life jacket, cap and khaki shorts and sporting a pair of wraparound dark shades, Pregracke could be a latter-day Huck Finn. His grin is impish, his body compact and coiled. Two lean, tanned young women in similar uniforms--Jennifer Anderson, 26, and Lisa Hoffman, 22--toil alongside him, heaving corroded truck tires onto a towering stack...
...section bourgeoisie there are but two. Neither is vacant, and there is a line. I am determined, at this point, to explore the realm beyond the curtain, and decide to finally penetrate the most stolid symbol of oppression in the room. I placed my hands nonchalantly into my khaki pockets and sauntered casually toward the front of the plane. But as I made my way through sleeping bodies, screaming babies, and people too large to fit into their seats, I was foiled by the very thing that caused this trip in the first place--the beverage cart...