Word: boing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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With their strangely lilting English and extraordinary heads of hair that would put Bo Derek to shame, the Rastas never seem to stop dancing, laughing, singing or arguing to a secret rhythm. Rockers often goes to great lengths to reinforce stereotypes about poor Jamaican Blacks. Here are the watermelons, the ganja, the gambling, the be-bop rejection of authority, the broken homes, and the collective hatred of The Man, whomever he represents...
This bastard son of Monty Python's Life of Brian had possibilities: Dudley Moore, fresh from his conquest of Bo Derek, plays Herschel, a comic biblical figure who never quite made it into the Bible. Instead he meets a fatherly slave (James Coco), a feisty pharaoh (Richard Pryor), a counterfeit beggar (David L. Lander), an inept angel of the Lord (Paul Sand), a show-bizzy Arab (Dom DeLuise) and an ornery young woman (Laraine Newman) who leaves Herschel to tryst with Goliath and is turned into a pillar of salt. Even in A.D. 1980, the wrath of God should...
...stock market did for corporations and governments. Now this primary source of long-term lending has been pulverized by the twin forces of inflation and soaring interest rates, and staid bond dealers talk like teen-agers trading bubble-gum cards or posters of Pop heroes. They speak of swapping "Bo Dereks" and "James Bonds," slang for big bond issues that mature...
...casting call for Bob Hope's NBC-TV special next week was for girls who considered themselves elevens-compared with Bo Derek's ten, of course. Three hundred stunners showed up for six wiggle-on parts in the show, a lighthearted Charlie's Angels take-off about undercover girls in the garment trade. Hope's daughter Linda, the special's producer, made the initial selections; her father, in sport togs and golf cap, did the final choosing. "I went through 150 girls and three pacemakers," chortled Bob, 76. Observed Linda: "For once in his life...
...summer hitching to-fro' across America, by turning my back on I-90 and following the signs for the Billings, Montana airport. I had grown tired of hitching on a ramrod highway flopped down in dusty desolation and sustaining tin-diner towns. The west's rusticity and bo-hunk spirit sickened me. Two months on a ranch splitting wood, driving cattle, digging ditches, setting up fenceline, chewing tobacco, chasing chickens and pigs, and slaughtering sheep had sapped my pioneering, yahoo spirit. I longed for the sophisticated East, the blue rhapsody of New York. An impressive airhitch home would stifle...