Word: blaringly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...does not pass during which I do not hear the argument over boxers and briefs. Strangers curse at each other. Commercials blare out conflicting messages. Roommates quarrel while doing laundry, each vying for moral supremacy. There is never a middle ground; each camp swears it will never compromise. Party identification is often part of introductions as a litmus test for personality. The question is foremost in the psyche of American pop culture: boxers or briefs...
Suddenly, any impression that Lewis may be running a halfway house for hungry kids in one of the poorest and most wretched neighborhoods in America is shattered by the blare of an electronic siren. The girls know the drill: they file neatly out of the red brick firehouse while Lewis and his crew snatch up their coats and helmets. In a flash, all five firemen are aboard their truck and rocketing out of the station to handle one of the 70 emergency calls they receive each week at one of the busiest station houses in Chicago. The 17 fire fighters...
Sexual dissatisfaction is only a superstructure reflection of the fact we scared of getting close to one another. At parties, we blare music for people to enjoy themselves without feeling burdened to converse. We reserve wayside salutations for only our closet friends, often not acknowledging longtime acquaintances. Upperclass students, how many of the people in your entries do you actually know by name? And how often have you used the anonymity of e-mail instead of the telephone, even to communicate with someone who lives a few rooms away...
...young man writes a virtuoso novel, and the reader, hearing this news, imagines what it might be: a blare of grand attitudes and romantic bosh perhaps, or a bravura display of cynicism not quite fully baked or fully earned. But the mood of Erik Fosnes Hansen's remarkable Psalm at Journey's End (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 371 pages; $24), published in its original Norwegian six years ago, when the author was 25, is dreamlike, elegiac stillness, a condition not usually thought of as youthful...
...Shaath's well-appointed home--an incongruous sight in the midst of Gaza's rubble--one TV is tuned to CNN, another to Israeli television. Various radios blare with election news. The guests fidget and curse Peres' rival, Benjamin Netanyahu. "It's amazing," Shaath says, "for decades, each Israeli Prime Minister was as bad for us as every other. But this time our whole future is on the line. This is our election too, so of course we're all anxious--and believe me, no one is more anxious than Arafat. Given where we are with the peace process...