Word: raynaud
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...Flodin held a healing party after Ira's arrest, inviting friends to come garden with her. Georges Raynaud, Einhorn's 86-year-old bridge partner, attended. He can't believe Einhorn did it, but his wife jokes with him; make sure your new partner isn't a murderer, she says. When not in crisis, Flodin, the dutiful Earth Mother, still demonstrates against a proposed nuclear-waste dump site nearby. Mayor Jack Jouaron, 68, loves it when she comes to city hall with her leaflets, flush with political passion. "For an old man like me, it was something to talk...
Flodin held a healing party after Ira's arrest, inviting friends to come garden with her. Georges Raynaud, Einhorn's 86-year-old bridge partner, attended. He can't believe Einhorn did it, but his wife jokes with him; make sure your new partner isn't a murderer, she says. When not in crisis, Flodin, the dutiful Earth Mother, still demonstrates against a proposed nuclear-waste dump site nearby. Mayor Jack Jouaron, 68, loves it when she comes to city hall with her leaflets, flush with political passion. "For an old man like me, it was something to talk...
...wait and the staff is eager to please. Whoever is on is always glad to put a cap on my cup of ice cream and stick it in a bag. Staffers also stick in a spoon and napkins, a thoughtful gesture. The bag is necessary because of my Raynaud's. Otherwise, I would be unable to transport dessert back to my dorm room...
Since arriving at Harvard, I have developed an entire ritual to accompany the day's climactic meal. The winter weather mandated certain adjustments, but I refused to allow nature to interfere with my happiness. I have Raynaud's Disease, a condition of bad circulation, which generally afflicts women of Northern and Western European descent. (My family hails from Germany). So, I need to guard my hands against excessive cold. It's sad that I still need to wear mittens in April...
...there were a Leaden Ass award, it would have to be split between France and Australia. The French pavilion confirms the ongoing bankruptcy of contemporary art in Paris with a Warhol clone named Jean-Pierre Raynaud. His bright idea was to imprint 15,500 white ceramic tiles with the same photo of a Neolithic human skull and cover the walls of the French pavilion with them. As an exercise in prim, sterile chic, it's unbeatable. Australia is not short of talent, but the political correctness of its official cultural life has sent to Venice the whiny postfeminist images...