Word: pong
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Larry was good to work with. It was like playing ping-pong with a bowling ball. Bam! Bam! Bam! That’s what it is like. It’s fun. It’s very engaging,” Menand said...
...Roman Empire after the Antonine dynasty. If you don’t understand the allusion, it’s ok. When we were freshmen, we got it. Likewise, our folders were crimson, not red, Cambridge never had weather below 70 degrees, Nobel prize winners wanted to play beer pong with prefrosh, and Harvard had a president whose name alluded to the time of year when the loving sun is closest to the earth. And he would sign dollar bills. Now the new president’s name alludes to a bitter scholar who makes pacts with Satan...
...draws of the Inn is the bar and not many girls will join a $350 organization just to drink...it just didn’t work out.” But HL Central intends to transform the barflies into studiers for the bar, replacing basement beer pong tables with offices on the second floor. “Lincoln’s Inn Society was originally a dinner club and then it became a little more of a drinking club, almost like a fraternity, and that turned off a lot of the students. We’re going to move away...
...Alcina. Running over four hours, the Baroque opera presents its leading lady with aria upon aria of fiendishly difficult coloratura singing (Ah! Mio cor! alone is a 12-minute, seven-stages-of-grieving emotional roller-coaster) with minimal orchestral backing. With typical understatement, Durkin calls it musical "Ping Pong." Only the finest sopranos can survive such exercise. Handel's original Alcina, Anna Strada, was unkindly described by a contemporary as having "so little of Venus in her appearance, that she was usually called the Pig." But more than anyone else, it was a 33-year-old Australian, 225 years later...
...bars that covers the entire city, the rush to judgment is understandable. No modern capital is as open about its flesh trade as Bangkok is. Nor does my gender preclude me from generous offers. Touts invite me to watch sex shows in which teenage girls shoot ping-pong balls from their nethers. Or would I prefer darts? Or balloons? (I have caught the ping-pong show, and the athleticism, if nothing else, is staggering. Mostly, though, I decline the offers.) Even if my husband and I walk hand-in-hand down Bangkok streets, the women at massage parlors call...