Word: sittings
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...loved photo opportunities. This time it was a famous motorcycle manufacturer in Newton Abbot, Devonshire. The Prime Minister, ever the lady, would not be pushed into providing a spectacle for the press. "I think that would be a bit gimmicky, don't you?" she declared, politely declining requests to sit on a motorcycle or even grip the handlebars. But Thatcher is not one to miss such an opportunity entirely, and almost coyly she allowed her fingers to trace the name on the machine as photographers snapped away. It read TRIUMPH...
Expert opinion on child rearing is no less subject to fashion than the length of hemlines. Witness the advice given to parents by Psychologist John B. Watson in his influential 1928 handbook Psychological Care of Infant and Child: "Never hug and kiss them, never let them sit in your lap. If you must, kiss them once on the forehead when they say good night. Shake hands with them in the morning...
Behind the Krier shield sit two rows of four buildings of modest size: five stories, five apartments to a floor. The most extravagant is by Hans Hollein, a ((pink and blue and yellow and red)) box with broad, flaring eaves and lights embedded in column capitals -- the largest Memphis-style object ever constructed. The best of the lot is Aldo Rossi's low-key construction of red brick and yellow block. The colored bands recall Schinkel, the octagonal clerestory recalls Rossi's own floating Venetian theater, and the exposed I- beam "lintels" over the windows remind us that architecture...
...demeanor. "Larry," says Sinai, "takes his work and his play very seriously, but he's never serious. his whole attitude is very relaxed. Even in the most horrible of nightmare situations he won't get too worked up about anything. And I can always relax in his company, just sit on his bed and talk." To this, Guterman pipes in, "We like to play nude nerf basketball in front of the Lowell courtyard at night...
...glad I did not go to Stanford. After all, who would want to sit in the sun with a beer in one hand and the sports pages in the other while beautiful tanned California girls are walking by in bikinis when he could be in Cambridge, waiting in nine inches of snow and slush for a shuttle bus ride? Who wants to see Division I football in his own backyard when he could be at Harvard watching the national championship chess team quash lesser rivals? Who wants to go to a school whose most famous alumnus is Herbert Hoover...