Word: whir
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Before Sept. 11, 2001 it was hard enough to pile down the jetway into the belly of a preposterous flying machine, sit patiently in my seat for enormous jet engines to whir to life with deafening power and then peacefully snooze as Bernoulli cheerily combated the force of gravity for hours on end. My mind found itself wandering down well-worn, if paranoiac paths, imagining images of small pebbles and pigeons being sucked into the intake of the engine directly outside my window and my horror at seeing the entire wing of our plane shudder and detach, tumbling end-over...
...Harvard Undergraduate Council brings you its first-ever Fallfest. Between 3 and 6:30 p.m., the Quad will brim and bustle with the whir of carnival rides, the aroma of sugary treats, the sounds of student bands and all the natural charms of the New England autumn. The event has been in the works over the summer, organized by council members dedicated to replicating the spirited feel of Springfest in an earlier, chillier month...
...pull out my favorite blue shirt. Alarms whir, strobes flash. My closet isn't happy. I've worn this shirt three times in the past two weeks. Whoops...
...dive bar at closing time. White is a country singer, but not necessarily from any country on this planet: several of the songs on this album were produced by members of the trip-hop band Morcheeba, and drawing from that group's spirit, the tracks beep and buzz and whir like UFOs zipping across a prairie sky. There are a couple of meandering stretches where the disparate elements don't quite come together, but any CD that features titles like Handcuffed to a Fence in Mississippi and God Was Drunk When He Made Me can be forgiven a few dull...
...steps into the hut, clutching her 14-month-old baby. She sits down next to her son and while the baby scrambles to crawl from her lap, she begins pulling the paper backing from a piece of tinfoil, readying the foil for a smoke. Her hands are a whir of finger-flashing activity?assembling and disassembling a lighter, unclogging the pipe, unwrapping the tablets, straightening the foil, lighting the speed and then taking the hit. She exhales finally, blowing smoke just over her baby's face. Bing asks his mother for a hit. She shakes her head. She doesn...