Word: spits
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Cambridge winter "I like the [Leverett Towers] courtyard better in the winter because you can have snowball fights, and sometimes if you throw a snowball at my dog, she'll catch it in her mouth and spit it out." -Elizabeth "We made a snowman and it was Keala-size...I carry this backpack to keep me safe." FM: What's in the backpack? "Snow pants." FM: What do they keep you safe from? LIST LIST "Snow!"-Alana Yang 5, Kirkland House (Keala, her sister, is two and a half...
This HBO feature ought to be a treat: a biopic of Meyer Lansky, the Mob's chief financial officer, starring Richard Dreyfuss and written by David Mamet. Dreyfuss gets to spit out some Mametian wisdom--"People dislike what they envy"--but mostly Dreyfuss and the movie are sluggish, as old Meyer dawdles through his memories. What's left is a gallery of dark haberdashery and hard faces. Still, a tip of the fedora to the reliably fabulous Beverly d'Angelo (as a brassy Mrs. Lansky) and to Eric Roberts (Bugsy Siegel). Roberts smiles and snarls through a visage of cracked...
...time to work its way through Washington bureaucracy, so I decided to jump-start the project. My research, which consisted mainly of getting Amurol to send me free gum, shows that it tastes really, really bad. Of the five people I gave it to, three made a face, one spit it out and the other was my dad, who thinks everything tastes O.K., even months after its expiration date has passed...
...stick to its research plan, which will take place at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington. Tom Balkin, the chief of the department of neurobiology and behavior, has already begun his work on the gum. "It doesn't taste very good," he says. "People around here spit it out." But as a man of science he persevered. "Maybe it's like their first beer. At first you don't like it, but then you acquire a taste...
...begin Issue 2 admitting defeat. I lose. I'm a cultural illiterate. I live in a shack and spit sunflower seeds on the floor of Sever. I'd rather read another coffee-table picture-biography of Michael Jordan than another page of Glamorama than the seven I read the other night while on hold in the magazine office...