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...defensive and dangerous attitude on the part of the Chinese, Wu Jianmin, China's delegate to the U.N., explained the vote as a "victory for cooperation over confrontation." Denial, as my younger brother reminds me, is not just a river in Egypt; in fact, it seems to flow ram pant through China...
...like to drive through the snow. For them, it is a mechanical hindrance. Bikes do not like to ride through the snow. Their tires slip. People prefer not to walk through the snow. Well, it does weigh on one's already tied calf muscles and the obvious threat to pant legs must be considered. But the dogs out on the field, which otherwise might be called a green, between the Leverett towers and Dunster gate, seem to enjoy the snow, regardless of the month. They play frisbee. Their hydraulics appear in fine working condition. Big dogs, labradors for instance, which...
...multi-period aspect of the musical. The Whore's (Carol Stearns) frock, inspired by Toulouse-Lautrec drawings, is surprisingly faithful to the turn of the century seaside bordello aesthetic. Outfits from the '70s shimmer hilariously under a real disco ball, and are, of course, heavy on the polyester and pant leg width. The brainless visual humor some of the costuming is a welcome relief from the show's tedious, formulaic development--made more tedious by the lack of intermission...
...bought a doughnut for dinner and spent the night on a park bench. Unable to afford even a cheap miniskirt, she sat down in an alley and pulled out her spare blue jeans. After carefully marking off a line just below the crotch, she cut off both pant legs using the saw blade of her Swiss Army knife, a gift from her dad. At 9 that evening she was back on Sunset, peering nervously at each passing car while attempting to mimic the poses and gestures of other prostitutes...
...least of all the skaters themselves. But Tonya Harding is not -- nor has she ever been -- like most skaters. She is neither politic nor polished, sociable nor sophisticated. Instead, she is the bead of raw sweat in a field of dainty perspirers; the asthmatic who heaves uncontrollably while others pant prettily; the pool- playing, drag-racing, trash-talking bad girl of a sport that thrives on illusion and politesse. While rivals fairly float through their programs, she's the skater who best bullies gravity. She fights it off like a mugger, stroking the ice hard, pushing it away the same...