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...been here.” With the completion of these hangout spots, Harvard has a handful of new spaces aimed at revitalizing undergraduate campus life. Now it remains to be seen how students utilize these venues in the coming years. Perhaps the lure of a smooth-finishing frosty mug of “Harvard’s specialty 1636” beer will be enough to draw Cantabrigian bookworms from their sushi-filled holes in Lamont and out into a social setting...
...Hall” alludes to social gatherings at the Oxbridge Universities that we Harvard students unceremoniously call a dinner or drink. Now, Harvard has its own distinct Hall, which is like a cool Happy Hour for seniors. For $25, a senior can get a sleek stein mug and key chain engraved “Upper Hall ’07”. While this price may seem steep, it’s also a senior’s ticket to abundant alcohol, as on every Friday from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m. the Pub offers as many drinks...
...flogs a curious mix of wares - from his-and-hers outfits and handmade soap to board games and manicure sets - as well as '60s and '70s furniture. If you're feeling peckish and fancy buying a slice of carrot cake or a coffee - as well as your plate and mug - pop into the modish Café String, Nytorgsgatan 38, tel: (46-8) 714 85 14; www.cafestring.com, where absolutely everything is for sale. Are the streets feeling too chilled? At Beyond Retro, Asögatan 144, tel: (46-8) 641 36 42; www.beyondretro.com, you can browse secondhand frocks, Western and army...
...woolen underpants the Red Guards had allowed my daughter to keep after they looted our home in 1966. The padded jacket of navy blue woolen material lined with maroon silk was new in 1966, and it looked new now. With trembling hands, I picked up the white porcelain mug Meiping used for tea and found it was stained faintly brown inside. It had not been washed, and the tea had dried. My heart thumped faster and faster as I examined each article. I could not help thinking that something terrible had happened to my daughter not long after...
...Czech city of Ostrava, once a center of mining mocked by other Czechs as a monument to communism. He confesses to a serious drinking habit, and the urge to share embarrassing details from his more-than-ordinary life via a weblog that has become a national sensation. A coffee mug nearby, he types his entries late at night in a hilariously funny Ostrava dialect that in Czech entertainment culture would typically signal provincialism in the way an Appalachian accent might be in the U.S. or a Yorkshire accent in Britain. Just another loser in the blogosphere? No, Ostravak Ostravski might...