Word: nondescript
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...along the Mall, past the National Archives, the National Gallery of Art and other grand government buildings that celebrate the permanence of the institutions they house. Across the country, just before it enters the Bay Bridge into San Francisco, Highway 50 (by now merged with Interstate 80) passes a nondescript office building where a fifth-floor suite is the temporary home of a 1995 cyberstart-up called @Large Software. @Large has about 15 employees going on 40--and, it hopes, hundreds--so it is moving soon to a larger space on the other side of the highway. If the company...
...gets Valentine's Day and get-well cards--and poems--from women of all ages. His breeding is nice though hardly impeccable--Mama was Solar Slew, a daughter of Seattle Slew, but Papa was a rolling stone named Palace Music. Only 18 months ago, Cigar was a nondescript bay five-year-old with two victories in 13 starts. Today he is the nicest thing to happen to horse racing since Secretariat...
...Daiwa Bank used to conceal the nefarious conduct of its Manhattan office might have come from The Sting. The end result, however, was more akin to the farcical Dumb and Dumber. Among the flagrant ruses employed by Daiwa, prosecutors said, was disguising a downtown trading floor as a nondescript storage room during audits by Federal Reserve regulators. But no sooner had the Feds left than the traders reappeared--led by Toshihide Iguchi. It was his dual role as chief bond trader and bookkeeper that ultimately brought the bank to grief by enabling him to rack up $1.1 billion in undisclosed...
Thayer Hall, south of Canaday, is a nice, fairly nondescript dorm. About 20 people share each of Thayer's hallway bathrooms. Thayer adds a new twist to Harvard's entry way system: its hallways are actually social...
...first glance, Jeanne Vertefeuille might have seemed an unlikely choice to hunt down the most damaging mole in the history of the Central Intelligence Agency. She was so plain looking, so mousy and nondescript that she would never stand out in a crowd, which suited her. She had never married, as far as anyone knew. The CIA was her life. She lived alone in a condo in McLean, Virginia, so close to the CIA's headquarters in Langley that she walked to work each day. If a co-worker stopped to offer her a lift, she would not accept unless...