Word: spiriting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...nudists frolicked in the tunnels of Adams. Nowadays, with randomization, Harvard's efforts at the "small college community" are thwarted by the random collection of students in each House. While the system is an admirable attempt to mark out stratification, what has resulted is a loss of House individuality, spirit and unity--incidentally, exactly what makes communal living worthwhile...
...garbanzo beans. I hate garbanzo beans. They have the texture of cold liver and they taste kind of nutty yet also kind of like lima beans, which I also hate. They are also a pale, waxy sort of color, one that I do not feel contributes to salad bar spirit. But garbanzo beans are virtually inescapable. Not only do they occupy their own black plastic bucket, but they also figure prominently in such dishes as hummus and pasta salad. Every time I pass the salad bar, I am bombarded with garbanzo beans. It's gotten so that it interferes with...
...garbanzo beans. I hate garbanzo beans. They have the texture of cold liver and they taste kind of nutty yet also kind of like lima beans, which I also hate. They are also a pale, waxy sort of color, one that I do not feel contributes to salad bar spirit. But garbanzo beans are virtually inescapable. Not only do they occupy their own black plastic bucket, but they also figure prominently in such dishes as hummus and pasta salad. Every time I pass the salad bar, I am bombarded with garbanzo beans. It's gotten so that it interferes with...
...help her mother dish out bowls of steaming white rice to go with the hot pots. "My daughter said what we're doing is admirable," Mrs. Chung recalls. "We both cried when our children told us how proud they were." As the Chungs are discovering, the pioneer spirit can accomplish...
...another wistful study of quiet desperation among the symbol manipulators, another examination of how the anarchic spirit of the '60s got sold out. But this adaptation of Julian Barnes' first novel, by director Philip Saville and screenwriter Adrian Hodges, has some good things going for it. They understand that it isn't politics, Pop Art or drugs that would come permanently to haunt the memories of that brief, lost time for people like Chris. It's the sex, stupid. And the freedom that era offered to pursue it across all sorts of formerly formidable barriers...