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...private institutions alone), it seems like common sense for the city to cater to this younger crowd. And often it does. But when it comes to public transportation, the T’s operational hours serve as an added obstacle to inter-collegiate activities and friendships. At the mere suggestion of heading downtown, someone always mentions the cab fare back—and after that, it’s usually a moot point...
...think Katarina was even trying to get close to the truth, if once again, just for a moment, I consider the truth to be the actual circumstances.” The “truth” and “actual circumstances” only coincide for mere moments: it is the rest of the time that we are concerned with. When Randi relays Katarina’s story a few lines later “etc., etc., etc.” replaces the version of events. What is relayed are Katarina’s emotional and physical demands?...
...Gaze.” Nu Gaze acts are prone to two common pitfalls: they can be little more than cheap imitations of their legendary forebears, and they can fail to augment their aural attack with subtlety. HEALTH, to their credit, have avoided the path of mere derivation. As with their fellow L.A. scenesters No Age, one of the few bands to successfully grapple with Nu Gaze in recent years, the four piece has created a brutal, hybrid sound that is entirely its own. Unfortunately, originality alone does not a triumph make, and “Get Color” largely...
...prank on an ex-boyfriend that seems almost doomed to end badly. The particulars are inconsequential, but suffice it to say their master plan involves fake roofies and a staged death. When their arrangements take a nasty turn, the sisters decide to dispose of the body in a well mere miles away. Naturally someone discovers their secret and embarks on a massacre during one long day of partying. Of course, this being a sorority movie, the characters do not only make poor choices; they make them while wearing very little clothing. Director Stewart Hendler seems to have been confused...
...visit Annenberg to remember a time when we also had hopes and dreams (also, for the hot breakfast). We surveyed some freshmen about their expectations of Harvard; they revealed that the “I’ll-explore-Boston” delusion is alive and well, the mere prospect of meeting a professor is exciting enough to warrant three exclamation points, and that it’s not worth even spelling out “Pfoho.” Below are some of their memorable answers...