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Word: warms (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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There's nothing like some warm Sprite and month-old Pepperidge Farm Mint Milano cookies to spice up an otherwise drab Friday afternoon. Concentration parties offer a unique forum for interaction with top-quality Faculty, that is if you concentrate on what you're saying while you focus in on that irritating piece of cookie stuck on the left side of your sophomore tutor's mustache...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 100 REASONS WHY HARVARD SUCKS | 4/22/1999 | See Source »

...frosh weekend began and ended dismally. Upon arrival I quickly shooed my dad away, determined to have a stab at college self-sufficiency. After calmly navigating the mess of paperwork, "warm fuzzies" and eager parents at the admissions office, I gratefully received my room assignment. At the time, the word "Currier" was just a name on paper--it did not signify "the Quad." My host had left me a message: I could drop off my things in her room but she wouldn't be there. Several inquiries and two wrong-turns later I found myself at the entrance to Currier...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Editor's Note: Trivial Truth | 4/22/1999 | See Source »

WHEN WE ARE FINALLY ESCORTED INTO THE LOBBY OF THE VIACOM BUILDING, IT TAKES A MOMENT FOR OUR bodies to adjust. Like infants experiencing our first encounter with gaseous oxygen, at first our lungs can-not process the warm, dry air. As we struggle to gain our bearings, we are directed to proceed upstairs. What precisely lies upstairs is as of yet unclear. All we can see is a two-story escalator ascending into the distance. We walk toward thee foot of the escalator...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE AUDITION | 4/22/1999 | See Source »

Soon, we find ourselves back in front of the Celebrity Deli, the site of our original location on line. Again confronted with those warm, inviting booths, we head inside and order some breakfast. Before our whitefish salad arrives, we've all passed out. I dream of sugar plum fairies and Downtown Julie Brown. Noah D. Oppenheim calls it as he sees it and tells it like it is. Joshua H. Simon and Aaron R. Cohen just go along for the ride...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE AUDITION | 4/22/1999 | See Source »

Beginning to warm up to the idea of spending the evening sitting close enough to see Alonzo Mourning's sweat, she said, "We're so close...

Author: By William P. Bohlen, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Goin' Bohlen: Court-ship Classic | 4/21/1999 | See Source »

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