Search Details

Word: wastebasketed (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...couch, tossing crumpled tissues into the wastebasket, the opposite danger loomed larger. That morning, The Early Show had interviewed its foreign correspondent immediately after interviewing the contestant most recently dismissed from Survivor. The odd juxtaposition startled me. I couldn’t help but wonder if both men were, in fact, stars of the same remote, contrived and engrossing genre...

Author: By Phoebe Kosman, | Title: The War Show | 4/9/2003 | See Source »

...kept the new bins’ wastebasket attachments small, about the size of a milk jug, to motivate people to recycle more so they wouldn’t fill up their wastebasket space...

Author: By Yingzhen Zhang, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Radcliffe Employee Dies in Avalanche | 12/3/2002 | See Source »

...bottom of America's electronics wastebasket lies the township of Guiyu. The cluster of villages in southern China's Guangdong province is a dumping ground for mountains of scrapped computers and high-tech appliances, the detritus of a digital revolution going on an ocean away. Blue Dongfeng trucks with heaving loads of broken hardware dominate the roads and kick dust into the faces of the bicycle-cart drivers, their own cargo of tangled wires swaying with each turn. Atop a riverbank junk heap near the Meizhou bridge, a piece of cardboard flutters in the breeze?printed on it are keystroke...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Garbage In, Garbage Out | 3/11/2002 | See Source »

...said, "You can walk home with me. You need a shower." I coughed. She asked why I was carrying a wastebasket. I said, "In case there's another bomb." She held onto my arm as we made our way next to the river. In Chinatown, she bought me shoes. At the Bowery we finally found a payphone that didn't have a line of people. So she called her husband and I sat down next to my wastebasket. It was the first time I sat down, and I started crying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Penelope Trunk, Columnist, Business 2.0 | 9/12/2001 | See Source »

...plane went overhead and I screamed. In front of Bloomingdales. There was no one there from Wall St. I knew I looked crazy. I screamed anyway. I reminded everyone there were no planes allowed to fly. Someone said, "It's the army." I came out from under my wastebasket and kept walking. Theresa's apartment was 71st on the Upper West Side. Where everyone looked fine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Penelope Trunk, Columnist, Business 2.0 | 9/12/2001 | See Source »

Previous | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Next