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...modern lives? Giving up food is a kind of outdated practice: we do it every day for our ethos or, much more realistically, our bodies. Complying with social standards, fasting is a year-round norm rather than a Lent exception. Vegetarian, vegan, low-fat, non-fat, low-carb, zero trans-fats… you name it, Whole Foods has it. In a world with staggering numbers of anorexics and bulimics, it would be senseless to argue that such often-paranoid food obsessions clear our minds in the same way they did for those ascetics in the desert, in remembrance...
...premise that ambition is the "Need to grab an ever bigger piece of the resource pie before someone else gets it" confuses ambition with greed and cut-throat competitiveness. Nature may be a zero-sum game, but civilization is not. Ambitious people don't just grab a bigger piece of the pie; they also make the pie bigger so that there's more to go around. Ambitious people brought us the printing press, personal computer, medical advances and agricultural efficiencies undreamed of 100 years ago. Mary Jacobs Dallas...
...nightmare real? Last Thursday evening, Japan was facing a shutout in Torino?zero medals, compared to China's nine and South Korea's eight?after predicting at least a five-medal harvest. It was shaping up to be the country's worst Winter Olympics since 1976's Innsbruck Games. Heavily hyped athletes like speedskater Joji Kato and snowboarder Kazuhiro Kokubo had fizzled early, forcing the Japanese Olympic Committee (JOC) to field dozens of calls each day from irate Japanese decrying the nation's disgraceful performance. "We tell the callers that we will reflect on the results and that we must...
...first time, the event was held at Cambridge’s Zero Arrow Street Theatre. The ceremony usually takes place at the Hasty Pudding Theatre, which is currently under renovations...
...stage of the Zero Arrow Street Theatre, a ship full of unique passengers sets sail. Astoundingly voluptuous “women” decked out in fur, pompoms, spangles, pleather, and sequins from head to toe—or rather from the lower half of their colossal breasts to the tops of their stockinged thighs—strut the decks. A Hitler look-alike (Josh C. Phillips ’07) dutifully trots after a terrifyingly overgrown Shirley Temple clone. A sleazy-looking captain (Alan D. Zackheim ’06) herds the crowd, ridiculously wielding his violin case...