Instead of dorm rooms and late-night bull sessions
with friends, they're hitting the books at the kitchen table by themselves after putting the kids to bed.
She was on top of everything, from the team's airport check-ins, to the daily bus rides, to the team bull sessions
For all the banter and bull sessions
on the voyage here, he realizes this is the first time he truly understands that he may never see them again.
As for "gadgets" designed to elicit creativity, I think these should arise out of the bull sessions
We had so many home, e-mail, bar, and on-the-road bull sessions
that they'd fill a book.
A] sometimes dense but also bracing book that's both reminiscent of and leagues better than even the most memorable late-night college bull sessions
Inevitably, some guys bad a house off-campus where the furniture should have been taken out and burned, but in the way of young men it was a palace to you--because that was where the buddies hung out and the Big Conversations happened, bull sessions
punching well into the night, fuelled by a little learning, a lot of booze and the brick of hash that was always on the coffee table.
It isn't clear how, exactly, this list was agreed, or who was chairing the late night bull sessions
over a can of Top Deck and a few battered cassettes in Benedict's room.
Superficially, it may remind some of those late night bull sessions
in the dorm when we plumbed the deep about the meaning of it all--is sex for procreation or recreation and is communism good or bad?
And so we fail to understand that privileging one version of the Ten Commandments over another or preferring a fundamentalist interpretation of Isaiah over a historian's interpretation is to take sides that belong only in churches or bull sessions
, not in the classrooms of the nation's schools.
Apatow relies relatively little on sight gags or physical slapstick, preferring to earn his guffaws from characters revealing themselves in conversations and quarrels, bull sessions
In Heather McArdle's post-grunge costumes the performers confronted their own apathy, swirling through the space, responding to the sort of queries that fuel late-night dormitory bull sessions
and the art of Jenny Holzer.