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LIPSTICK It's a lot cheaper to treat yourself to a new lip color than to splurge on a new sweater. Sales of lipstick are up almost 13% from last year...
...difference now though, is that when I think about Shira and all the wonderful times we had together, the memories make me happy. It is only the memory of loss that hurts. I love talking about Shira, her elephant sweater, the time she and Mikey were “lost” in the snowy woods of New Hampshire or how she and Moshe used to argue incessantly. I remember Shira tap-dancing around all the time to the point where she inspired Ben to want to take tap classes. Then of course there were the beautiful Jane Austen...
...prison fortress, a few miles west of Mazar-i-Sharif, CIA agent Johnny ("Mike") Spann was sorting through 300 surrendered Taliban soldiers in an attempt to determine which of them were al-Qaeda members. Dressed in blue jeans, with an AK-47 strapped across the back of his black sweater, Spann passed through several rows of Taliban before crouching in front of a prisoner who had been separated from the rest, a mass of tangled hair and tattered clothes once named John Walker. "What's your name?" Spann asked. There was no response. "Hey," he said, snapping his fingers twice...
Like a hand-knit sweater from a beloved aunt, Will Eisner's "The Name of the Game" arrives for the holidays. Eisner, possibly the most respected comix artist alive, has been producing sophisticated, progressive work since the 1930s. Back in 1977 he invented the term "graphic novel" to sell "A Contract with God" because book publishers would have run screaming from "comics." Each new work feels like a gift, created with the craft that only comes from a lifetime of experience. Yet, like the sweater, it breaks your heart that you don't love it more...
...Ultimately "The Name of the Game," becomes infuriating. All that craft and effort seems wasted on such a crudely obvious story. The whole thing feels weird and depressing, like that sweater you really want to love but just can't bring yourself to wear...