Word: sand
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...March to August, hundreds of giant leatherback turtles - the world's largest reptiles - heave themselves out of the sea to lay and bury eggs on the beach before returning to their tireless traversal of the world's oceans. Two months later tiny hatchlings dig their way out of the sand and head for the sea to continue Loh and Behold Avant-garde murals and imaginative furnishings characterise a new Singapore hotel Identity Parade An iconic style magazine marks its quarter century Summits of Style Esoteric treatments in a minimalist setting A Starflyer Is Born In-flight comfort with an internet...
...Harvard Coop has dedicated a small display to recent women’s literature. The titles include the latest from the feminist group Guerilla Girls, Bitches Bimbos and Ballbreakers: The Guerilla Girls’ Illustrated Guide to Female Stereotypes, as well as a collection of travel writing called Sand in My Bra and Other Misadventures. Within eyeshot of the display is Betsy Lerner’s Food and Loathing: A Life Measured Out in Calories. I hastily grab all three titles off the shelves and set out to gain some insight into women today, a randomly sampled pop-sociological glimpse...
First off is the feminist travel memoir Sand in My Bra and Other Misadventures, edited by Jennifer Leo. Indicative of the tone of the collection, titles for the writers’ narratives range from the angsty feminist “Pissed off in Nepal” to the sexually naive “Prude in Patpong.” One woman told of downing tequila shots until dawn with dreadlocked Aboriginals in the Outback while others recount less unconventional tales of European vacations and camping trips. Writer Lori Mayfield discusses diarrhea on safari, while Dr. Jane Wilson-Howarth instructs readers...
...school, even though I was an excellent student and a voracious reader. I was a popular girl and thought I was just the best dancer. To such bands as the Honey Drippers and Louis Jordan and his Tympani Five, I'd try out new steps for the jitterbug, the sand and other dances. I'd also daydream about boys and clothes and moving away from home to, well, anywhere. Cleveland, maybe, or even Chicago. I didn't have a plan...
...outside her religion, he can debate no more. "There is no other hand!" he cries. From Mostel's mouth, it was a howl to the heavens; Molina spits it out abruptly, angrily. He's not suffering for all Jews; he's one man drawing an ethical line in the sand...