Word: linoleum
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...Linoleum floors, white walls, and random posters pulled from roommates’ recycling bins may suffice for most students’ nine-month dorm stint. But there are some who rebel against college dorm norm. These students put their creativity to work and transform lifeless, Harvard-issued rooms into havens for the academic year...
...frame. Vases from BoConcept adorn the black shelves mounted against the wall, while a black papasan sits across from them. A pair of glazed wooden tables—the tops are cross-sections of some large tree—rests on a black carpet, exuding sculptural finesse. The orange linoleum flooring is invisible under a sheet of white vinyl. Lights installed on the ceiling shine through white fabric, casting a muted glow throughout the room...
...ever going to convince me that mixing vinegar, yellow food coloring, and rocks could make “real” gold. Afternoon Alchemy was a bust, and I wanted a revolution. “This is so mundane!” I shouted, slamming my backpack onto the linoleum floor of the Alchemist’s Lair. My classically pre-Harvardian outburst won me more than just scornful laughs. Instead of revolution, what I got were two weeks of isolation from my imagined comrades. And while it may have been lonely actively refraining from the plebeian trappings...
Dangereux didn't explicitly say he was finding the whole high-class restaurant thing pretentious. But what he did was to take over a small replica barn in a rustic-style shopping center in one of Cape Town's more distant suburbs, floor it with linoleum and call it the Food Barn. The result may be the best value fine dining on the continent, if not anywhere. Imagine half a dozen sensational oysters for $5. The perfect Japanese-style tuna tartare for $8. A bouillabaisse terrine set on mussels and a creamy saffron sauce for $10. Dangereux even persuaded...
...while their struggle to make it in the U.S. has the makings of a moving immigrant narrative and meditation on the post-1989 Chinese diaspora, its schematic nature prevents it from being fully realized. The Wus go from sleeping on the linoleum bathroom floor in a slummy, cockroach-infested apartment to full ownership of a lakeside home with a backyard in less than five years; they're forced to deal with the usual petty racism; Taotao's Mandarin, to the dismay of his parents, quickly degenerates, as does his filial piety; the Wus are barraged by a snooty Chinese emigrant...