Word: strangerness
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...offense to the Koreans, but they’re not my family, and I was in a country where familial ties are vital. I found myself—an agnostic half-Jew, at best—quoting Exodus 2:22 for comfort: “I have been a stranger in a strange land...
...parliament’s resolution uses the word “terrorist” rather liberally and, given conventional definitions, incorrectly. But U.S. lawmakers should think twice about condemning this propagandist political move. The American government, in conducting its “war on terror” is no stranger to semantic sleights of hand, displaying a tendency to label (or mislabel) just as egregiously as the Iranian parliament...
Answering her red phone in Cabot House late at night, Vanessa Vargas ’09 was greeted by a soft-spoken male voice. Though Vargas didn’t recognize the man who called her, she stayed on the line for a few minutes because the stranger “sounded like he was trying to reach out for help.” “He kept repeating that he just had a really bad day,” Vargas said of the incident which occurred last week. “And he kept saying that he wished...
Wansink's knowledge impressed me, until I saw the back of his car, which is covered with empty soda cans and McDonald's cups. Which is even stranger, since Wansink passed the first level of tests to be a professional sommelier and his wife was trained as a chef at Le Cordon Bleu. It's as if after all his studies, Wansink has determined that there's no point in trying to keep all the applesauce off the big plate. In his book, he advocates acknowledging how powerless we are and then taking steps to create a healthier eating environment...
...Nazi soldier, a job he had volunteered for. And yeah, he was a member of the Waffen SS. But after sharing my hunger, he was so human to me that, if he were before me, I would have readily forgiven him. This intensely self-critical, self-reflective stranger who is so beleaguered by shame, this art stamp collector, stonemason, fledgling artist, eventual writer, master dancer, lover, husband...Günter Grass became me, his mouth rubberbanded shut. I was him, playing dice with a religious Bavarian, discussing the future. Strange, isn’t it, the power of a good...