Word: pined
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Although Himalayan fishing licenses are easy to come by and cost only a few dollars, the roads are not always great - something that deters all except the most ardent, who are likely to find themselves alone amid the pine forests and scenic rapids. Fishing can go on past sundown, as the mahseer is known to take at night...
Putin had taken over for the doddering, inept Boris Yeltsin on the eve of the millennium (literally: December 31, 1999) and been re-elected on his own in the spring of 2000. By the following summer, the former KGB resident of East Berlin (oh, how he must pine for the days ...) was already giving off vibes that he was no democrat. Albright was the last to give her answer that day. She paused and said softly, "Probably...
...much about the film is not true: just about everything I haven't already mentioned. The director, Randall Miller, and his screenwriters exercise an apparently irresistible urge to turn a curious little historical footnote into a tangled vineyard of clichés. Does Barrett have a slacker son (Chris Pine), who needs to learn responsibility? Check. Is there a comely intern named Sam (Rachel Taylor) for him to fall in love with? Double check. Does he have a rival for his affections in Gustavo (Freddy Rodriquez), who also happens to be a promising (and very soulful) vintner himself? Triple check...
...Leaving home means abandoning small, enduring, everyday memories like particular street corners or the sibilant rattle of pine needles shaken by the wind off the San Francisco Bay. When I moved to Boston, folding the new streets and sounds into my daily life made me feel even farther away from home than I already felt, but it only took me a few days here to memorize and embrace the regular features of my walk to work: the cracks in the tiled sidewalk, the passing of the 201 bus that no one ever rides, the house with the bright blue door...
...smartest people you'll ever meet are the guys who used to operate the M. Coy bookshop on Pine Street in Seattle. Business pressures recently forced them to shutter their shop, but for 20 years, they sold their books, and from the moment you walked into their store, they had you figured out. They noticed where your gaze would go; they noticed where you paused. They noticed what books you picked up and how long you lingered over them. They recalled earlier customers who had bought the same titles and remembered other books those shoppers bought. They flashed through their...