Word: stomaching
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...wake up late with a sinking feeling in my stomach. The night before, my roommates Ashika and Anna helped me pull together a sufficiently skimpy outfit: a tight, ice-blue spandex camisole with an equally binding short black skirt and strappy high-heeled shoes. The combination wouldn't be so bad--if it didn't make me feel naked...
Gerry McConville is part of the explanation. Nothing about him would indicate that he has any stomach for compromise. In school at age 10, he wrote an essay saying that his ambition in life was to serve in the I.R.A. His parents were proud. By 14, he was frequently detained by police for running guns. By 16, he was old enough to be sent to prison, charged with weapons possession and membership in Fianna, the junior branch of the illegal I.R.A. He served eight years. Now McConville, 38, wears a tie, runs an antidrug program while toiling on a master...
...first day of shooting and I had been doing the play for six months, I hadn't worked in front of a camera for over a year, and I just felt that if I lifted up my shirt it was going to say "Made in Taiwan" across my stomach. I felt completely over-whelmed...
Seafood risotto was laughably large and formally antithetical to any preconceived notions about the nature of risotto. Literally dozens of steamed mussels (it must be admitted that it will take a while before I can stomach another mussel), clams, and, impossibly enough, more calamari drown a sizeable platter. A spicier, more complex version of the calamari appetizer's tomato sauce married the flavors of the fish. There was indeed risotto underneath the shellfish, though it was only made accessible after much digging. Layers of clothing were shed in the grueling process. A word of advice: it is an exercise...
...often stormy ocean off the north China coast, when the Communist Party leadership gathered there for its annual conferences. And, despite the pleadings of his security guards and his physician, he swam in the heavily polluted rivers of south China, drifting miles downstream with the current, head back, stomach in the air, hands and legs barely moving, unfazed by the globs of human waste gliding gently past. "Maybe you're afraid of sinking," he would chide his companions if they began to panic in the water. "Don't think about it. If you don't think about...