Word: lawns
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...That?s one of the first things you notice about this 49-year-old Sacramento area doctor. Even with 20 cameramen camped out on the lawn and the phone ringing every minute and his eight-year-old daughter spending the night somewhere else for her own safety and Newdow himself only having had an hour?s sleep since yesterday, he?s still pretty picky about language. (Don?t get him started on the lack of a gender-neutral pronoun in English. He has invented his own - "ree" - and uses it in conversation constantly.) Then again, fastidiousness is exactly what...
...very least, she should feel at home at Cruise's place. Before he moved in, the imposing stone mansion was used in the movie Blow, in which Cruz appeared with Johnny Depp. Walking across the front lawn, which is shielded by a line of trees and dotted with picnic tables, Cruise calls the estate "a great space for the kids...
...around 10 in the evening, a young man beat a young woman to death with a golf club on her front lawn. When the club finally broke--on a backswing, sending the bloodied steel head flying backward across the yard--the young man kept going, stabbing the girl with the sharp splintered shaft. One stab drove a lock of her long blond hair right through her neck, like a thread through a needle. The girl was Martha Moxley. On June 7, 2002, a Connecticut jury decided the young man was Michael Skakel...
...University of Washington, even a rare sunny afternoon in Seattle isn't enough to lighten Julia Kusian's mood. Kusian is coming to realize that a B.A. in psychology won't get her very far in this job market. While other students are playing Frisbee or napping on the lawn, Kusian, 21, has been handing out resumes all over town and getting rejected for even simple bartending or hostess positions, which she needs to tide her over while she prepares to apply to grad schools. "If I thought I could get a good job now with a decent salary...
...four years we masquerade as 40-year-olds trapped in barely post-pubescent bodies. Some of us play socialites. We don floppy hats and seersucker suits and sip bloody marys in the garden of the Fly, mimicking the day when the country club lawn will be larger and the guest list more exclusive. Some of us play CEOs. We run our extracurriculars like corporations, fueling cutthroat competition and politicking, priming ourselves for the Forbes 500 with a premature sense of self-importance. Some of us play politicians. We hobnob at the Institute of Politics and recruit our friends to manage...