Word: wining
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Before descending into the depths of internet weirdness, it's important to make a couple of distinctions. First off, about half of the responses to the "noir" web search were wine-related sites, dedicated to connoisseurs of the pinot noir vintage. Of the remaining 800 sites, maybe one fourth were French web sites simply using the word in its native context--for example "le rinoceros noir," an informative page dedicated to the black rhino. That leaves approximately 600 sites related to the conventional idea of noir, and of those sites, the majority were fairly ordinary, academically or intellectually-oriented pages...
...have no problem with other people's drinking when they do it because they view alcoholic beverages as aesthetic delights. It just ain't my bag, baby--one whiff of wine and I have flashbacks from childhood of having to swig Robutussin to cure a bad cough. But since I've sniffed some pretty strong potpourri in my time, I can appreciate the value of a good buzz...
...when you sold, what you sold and how long you owned it. And just to keep things fun, the lowest tax rate on gains from the sale of collectibles remains set at 28%. It seems that Congress doesn't want to encourage things like rare paintings, antique tables and wine collections showing up in your 401(k) account...
...concur, then swing by The Harvard Bookstore this afternoon, March 13, at 3 p.m. for a reading/booksigning by Willard Van Orman Quine, Emerson Hall's own living legend. Quine (rhymes with wine) is one of the most influential philosophers of the 20th Century, as well as a sparkling prose stylist and extremely brilliant guy. Tune in the following Friday, same time, same place, for a reading/booksigning by Daniel Dennett, M.I.T. philosopher and author of (among other things) Consciousness Explained. Creep on out from behind the Veil of Ignorance and enjoy the philosophical treats the Square has to offer...
...French, not at all American and only slightly expensive, Italian restaurants always seemed to fit the bill. So we habitually supped on cannoli and occasionally linguine with French red wine...