Word: nosed
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...with her ability to adore and adorn you, almost like a Southern belle." Then, to the journalist he's met only an hour before, Travolta says, "Stand up." When a movie star of three decades' eminence tells me to rise, I obey, and I'm now facing Travolta, nearly nose to nose. He clamps me in a python embrace. His blue eyes and soft voice start to flutter. "Oh, you came here to give me my Oscar!" he whispers in a dewy approximation of Stanwyck's purr to Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve (right before she devours him). Without...
...open question whether I would react that way. So after an interview with a staff psychiatrist to make sure I would be able to handle it if I experienced a craving, I was fitted with a tube that carried beer aroma from a vaporizer into my nose. I was then slid into the machine to inhale that still familiar odor while the fMRI did its work...
...Zealand Police Sergeant Louis Ott is dealing with the fourth stabbing in an hour. It's a wet Saturday night in south Auckland, and Ott and constable Brent Stevenson are questioning a shivering youth as blood congeals in a gash to his nose. "I fell over," says the boy, blinking in the light of Ott's torch. "C'mon, bro," says Ott. "How would you feel if someone got badly stabbed tonight, and died, by the same people that did this?" The teenager, who is mysteriously wearing a clean shirt turned inside out, admits that the wound, from...
...kind of bottle you want to take on your date and hope she consumes the entire thing, and then it gets interesting" but also because he's trying to sell wine on the very same website where he's rating it--which, despite his deep knowledge and spot-on nose, reduces his trustworthiness. But, Vaynerchuk says, what people seek from him isn't individual reviews but lessons in how to enjoy wine. "There's always a wine bully. The one person who did read the Wine Spectator, who tells you what to drink and why the '97 is better than...
...Iraqi men squatting shoulder to shoulder in the blasted, abandoned classroom couldn't tell at first that the American soldier addressing them was a man of real authority. He was slight, taut, with sandy hair and a thin beak of a nose. He didn't sound like a big shot; he didn't bark in a commanding voice. "How many of you are going to make it?" he asked, in sketchy Arabic. Several of the men - Iraqi police recruits - looked up, saw the four stars on General David Petraeus' cap and shifted nervously, unsure of what he meant. His interpreter...