Word: skips
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...lost art of existential crisis that used to be the sine qua non of college experience? I’m not advocating that we ultimately throw ourselves into the Charles River, like Quentin Compson in The Sound and the Fury. But surely it wouldn’t hurt to skip class once in awhile, go boating with dapper northern bluebloods, play with our father’s watch and indulge in jumbled metaphysical speculations about the nature of time. The incest part might have been a little weird. But Faulkner, like other writers, had a point about the indissoluble link...
...know who you are, you're very easy to let go," he says. That means showing up early and leaving late. (This is the Sneaky Pete School of Management, though. It's fine to arrive five minutes earlier than your boss and leave 10 minutes later.) Skip the two-hour lunches, and go to all those boring meetings...
...years he was gone, since he's the only one in the house who can make a proper joke. He just isn't quite real. It's impossible to locate in Jack the anger and lust that drove him to defile the local women and then skip town, and Robinson leaves utterly abstract whatever misdeeds kept him busy for two decades in the flesh pits of (gasp!) St. Louis, Mo. He's one of these erudite wastrels like Stephen Dedalus who quote scripture freely, but unlike Dedalus, you can't imagine him touching anybody, even himself. He's more like...
...Indeed, pressure to keep up with the Ivies in this respect could end up being detrimental to less affluent schools. Michael McPherson, an economist and former president of Minnesota's Macalester College, warns that some may choose to increase class size or skip prestigious faculty hires in order to offer more generous aid packages. In the end, "they risk sacrificing quality to mimic the big boys," he says...
...dusk, follow the locals down to the Zayandeh River, with its exquisite arched bridges and discreetly entwined couples. A hop, skip and jump away is the Abbasi Hotel, housed in a former caravanserai. With its restaurants, fitness complex and teahouse - plus a courtyard styled like a traditional Persian garden - it's no wonder the city's beau monde flocks here after dark. Eager to rub shoulders with the all-too-rare tourists in their midst, they'll guarantee you leave Isfahan vowing to return...