Word: blowtorched
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...tells about the mating of a steel Superman with a cast iron Superwoman, and he makes noises that suggest a 20-ton, front-end loader scooping up a Caterpillar tractor and heading off into the bush. "You know how they had to deliver the baby?" he asks. "With a blowtorch...
...loft-waif of Lower Manhattan, used to do terra-cotta animals, turned to something called "soot drawings" while on a Fulbright in Rome, five years ago started making little boxes of metal rods with canvas sides stitched on with copper wire, treated with sizing for tautness, scorched with a blowtorch for blackness. From there, the elaborate wall structures grew. "I wanted to get sculpture off the floor-sculptures standing on the floor, they don't have anything to do with anything; they're so heavy and, well, I just wanted to get them off the floor." Since...
...West London room that looks like the Pharaoh's tomb of a junkman. There are bales of yellowed newspapers, moldy tennis rackets, scattered bureau drawers, a sink bowl, and a disconnected gas stove graced with a gilt plaster Buddha. There is a lawn mower and a blowtorch. On a rope strung from the leaky roof hangs a paint bucket into which drops of water plunk like the tick-tock of doom. Into this dusty, chilly tomb, English Playwright Pinter deposits three mummies of modern man, who proceed to strip off each other's wrappings with ripples of humor...
...Want." When Murtaugh sits on the bench among his Pirates, he is the classic domineering manager. He peers dourly at the diamond from beneath a black hedgerow of eyebrows. His nose is splayed flat, his beard would discourage a blowtorch, a corner of his mouth leaks tobacco juice. But Murtaugh is in fact a gentle ogre who sips milk after a game, claims he never touches the hard stuff, and keeps his hairy hands off the Pirates. Murtaugh realizes full well that overmanaging would cramp the egos-and crimp the play-of the bunch of oddly assorted personalities...
...Bernaola, who runs a durable 1928 Ford sedan: "I average 150 miles daily, and in 14 hours I use about 15 gallons of gas and about a quart of oil. The motor is in fairly good shape, only in winter I have to heat it with a blowtorch for about 15 minutes to get it started...