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Word: soulfully (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...there's something about Russia. It gives grandeur to tragedy and rivets eyes that would otherwise wander. Maybe it's the Russian soul, that famously long-suffering bit of global ether that gave Dostoevsky and Tolstoy their golden touches. Maybe it's the sweeping snowscapes, or the songs, and that there's just no throng like a Russian throng, fur hats and all. Or maybe it's all those nukes. Whatever it is, it pulls Reds back from the brink and into the pantheon of really long, turgid movies worth watching...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Potatoes of the World, Unite! | 8/28/1998 | See Source »

...awkward mix of influences. His clothes still have the homoerotic scent that marked his earlier collections, but the aroma is now more a celebration of the male form. Woven into this body-love is a hint of bookish geekiness, as if G.I. Joe had been given Gomer Pyle's soul. Or as Bartlett describes it: "Think the U.P.S. man meets Paul Bowles, Hello Sailor meets Hello Kitty, the Army Corps meets Lilly Pulitzer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fashion: The Anti-Calvin Is Here | 8/24/1998 | See Source »

...Black Superman Ill Frum Tha Soul...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Notebook: Aug. 24, 1998 | 8/24/1998 | See Source »

...religion card, in a modified Swaggart mode. Risky, but consider: Clinton appears on TV flanked by the Rev. Jesse Jackson and the Rev. Billy Graham, the reverends arranged like pastoral bookends in full supportive body English. Clinton, voice husky, sincere, speaks to the camera about the weekend of soul searching he has just spent with Jesse and Billy; speaks about his brother's drug addiction and about (here goes) his own long troublesome addiction, which is sex; subtly blames his childhood, the alcoholic home; implies the sins are venial anyway, nothing to do with his marriage and love...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Confession Game: Assuming It's The Truth, | 8/17/1998 | See Source »

...date is that, a date. It is one point in time. You do not sign your soul to Lucifer merely for deciding to bask in the company of someone whom you find remotely attractive. Worst case scenario--the person with whom you're dining or having coffee passes out from actually being seen in public having a meal and interacting with another human being. Splat! Your date slumps, face-first into soup or another hot liquid, nearly drowns, scalds his or her face and requires paramedics. You've got a story to tell for the rest of your life. Your...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: POSTCARD FROM DALLAS | 8/14/1998 | See Source »

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