Kudos to PAW for "Across Nassau Street," perhaps the finest article I remember ever reading in the publication.
Kudos to PAW for the wonderful article in the April 26 issue, "Across Nassau Street": perhaps the finest article I remember ever reading in the publication.
This one of the finest article written on Laughter Yoga in Huffington Post!!!
GQ magazine had a very good year with several fine articles.
The quantity and quality of fine articles and mounds declined, and the people apparently became less sedentary and more loosely organized.
In recent years, your newspaper has published fine articles about the national importance of wetlands as wildlife habitat, flood control and water purifiers.
To the Editor: The two fine articles on Morocco, "A Madcap Day in Marrakesh" and "Fez Reveals Morocco's Soul" (Nov. 28), reminded me of Edith Wharton's "In Morocco," an account of a trip she made in 1917.
There has been a string of fine articles by Jeffrey Goldberg, late of the Washington Post and the Israeli Defense Forces, on the feuds within the Lubavitcher Hasidic community, and investigative reports on alleged fraud in Orthodox communities regarding medical insurance and state educational grants.
Some of The Times's coverage in the months leading up to the invasion of Iraq was credulous; much of it was inappropriately italicized by lavish front-page display and heavy-breathing headlines; and several fine articles by David Johnston, James Risen and others that provided perspective or challenged information in the faulty stories were played as quietly as a lullaby.
Roses, many roses, to Joseph Horowitz for his two fine articles on Boston's Symphony Hall and on Henry Lee Higginson, who commissioned it and who single-handedly founded and then financed the Boston Symphony Orchestra for so many years ["A Plain Home With a Sense of Pride" and "Finding a New Music Director the Old-Fashioned Way," Oct. 8].
The fine articles are a little light (ha!) on the science, but even if there's some hyperbole in these reports you've got to admit that it's still wicked cool to use human hair to convert solar rays into electricity.
