Word: acidizing
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AFTER 1969 the choices were never so easy. Sure, there was a period of blind backlash in the mid-'70s when a clear career and a six of beer were enough, when students consciously avoided activism and experimentation that could mess them up, the way acid or cops or just rage had messed up their older brothers or sisters or friends. But the Strike and the general revolt against rules of the late '60s have, ten years later, left a conspicuous legacy: increased personal freedom, skepticism about the University's idea that it can stand aloof from the world...
...suit also focuses on a report prepared by a geo-technical consulting firm which indicates that "extensive deposits of very corrosive acid sludge lie directly in the path of the proposed Red Line extension tunnel," an affidavit filed by the Red Line Alert states. The defendants claim the original EIS does not mention the problem of the acid sludge...
...this delicate balance on side two in their reclamation of "Johnny B. Goode" and Boston local Jonathan Richman's "Road Runner." Sure to be a legend of rock and roll, this track alone justifies the rather extravagant price which decorates the album jacket. Opening with the terrific backbeat and acid guitar which became the signature of the band. "Johnny B. Goode" leaps up an emotional notch when that manic wail of a lead vocalist begins to shrick...
...strapped into an aisle seat on he 7 a.m. flight from LAX to ORD, and the baby next to you is screaming, and the turbulence is causing your stomach to bathe your just consumed sausage links and hash browns in acid, and you don't know how you're going to get through the next 4% hrs. because it's too early for a martini, and besides, you want to throw up. So you reach for that little paper bag in the seat-back pocket, and, hello! What's this? A slick, thick, technicolor magazine throbbing...
...unfortunate effect of such invective is to obscure Heller's strength as a connoisseur of absurdity. When his novel is as good as gold, it is a stinging satire etched in acid. The rest of the time, it is only a polemic finger-painted in bile...