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...Dance is a very powerful non-verbal art,” she says. “We’ve been exposed to so many different types of dance. We are all dancing, all these cultures, all the time, and we don’t analyze it enough...

Author: By Wendy D. Widman, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Dancing As More Than a Hobby | 3/4/2003 | See Source »

...Melodrama becomes Muntaha, a part-time social worker who looks like a socialite in her chic black woollen overcoat, heavy make-up, purple nail polish and chestnut-streaked shoulder-length hair. Her verbal flourishes borrow heavily from official pamphlets and presidential speeches. But the emotion they convey is her own. Over three days of long conversations, at her home and office, it becomes clear that this bright and otherwise positive-thinking woman is indeed willing to die for Saddam Hussein. Will she back away when the shooting actually starts? That's impossible to tell, but her loyalty to Saddam runs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Waiting to Kill Americans | 3/3/2003 | See Source »

Four months later, researchers asked the same subjects to repeat the tasks on verbal cue, but this time without a visual demonstration...

Author: By Kimberly A. Kicenuik, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Professor Admits Citation Omissions | 2/26/2003 | See Source »

Last summer, just before the release of I Phantom, Lif put out the Emergency Rations EP and his most incendiary single to date: “Home of the Brave.” A fantastically articulate—and funky—verbal assault on the Bush administration and their war on terrorism, the song concluded with the line “You can wave that piece-of-shit flag if you dare / But they killed us because we’ve been killing them for years.” The single was accompanied by rumors from Lif?...

Author: By Andrew R. Iliff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Post-Album Release, Lif Finds New Life | 2/7/2003 | See Source »

...secretary throws up too many unanswerable questions about mine. Saved by the bell, I shuffle off and become a postman for a final three minutes with "Wild Cat." She didn't deliver, either. Deciding that speed dating is nothing more than a novel way to offload three minutes of verbal garbage, I move on to salsa dancing. But after a succession of mute partners with a phobia for physical contact, only a gray-haired fiftysomething called Katrina manages to loosen my collar a little. Katrina's friskiness doesn't make up for the fact that I have not received...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Brief Encounters | 2/2/2003 | See Source »

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