Word: amiss
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...technological marvels, can be an uncomfortable, "unfulfilling" place to live. It makes us behave in ways "remote from the natural pattern of human behavior." Amen.VCRs and microwave ovens have their virtues, but in the everyday course of our highly efficient lives, there are times when something seems deeply amiss. Whether burdened by an overwhelming flurry of daily commitments or stifled by a sense of social isolation (or, oddly, both); whether mired for hours in a sense of life's pointlessness or beset for days by unresolved anxiety; whether deprived by long workweeks from quality time with offspring or drowning...
...suspicions arise naturally from Carcaterra's incredible first-person tale. He and his three best friends, so he says in the book, grow up in Hell's Kitchen, a working-class neighborhood on the West Side of midtown Manhattan. An adolescent prank in the summer of 1967 goes terribly amiss and causes serious injury to an elderly man. As a result, the four friends are sent to an upstate New York correctional facility for boys, where they are repeatedly raped, beaten and tortured, physically and mentally, by four sadistic guards...
...Haiti too politicians agreed something was amiss. Sixteen of the nation's political parties petitioned for the election's annulment, forcing Aristide to call two meetings last week in an attempt to salvage the result. In the meantime, he has other problems. Using his nickname, a sign outside the National Palace asks a common question: "Titid, where is the job you promised?" The Haitians do not even have the expertise to spend the aid they have been offered in ways that foreign lenders approve, so most of the money sits idle. The justice system is such a shambles that...
...year began on an inauspicious note in the San Diego Classic where Harvard lost to Washington--a team the Crimson beat in 1994. That would be the first sign that things were amiss...
Blurry-eyed, I hefted my Sunday Times and Globe (promptly delivered by The Harvard Crimson to my door each and every morning for an unbelievably low price) and staggered into the common room, only to notice that something was amiss...a neat pile of Tommy's pizza boxes...an unvacuumed rug...a naked girl...our nice collection of textbooks still in their original cellophane wrappings. Wait a minute, what was that?!?! There, sleeping on the futon, was a girl wearing nothing but my plaid shirt. I crept around the futon, tilting my head to the side to recognize...