Word: boxful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...autos with V12 engines could shut off fuel to six of the cylinders by moving a lever protruding through the dashboard under the steering column. Ford has substituted electronic for human control in its "dual displacement engine" (DDE). A small (6 in. by 6 in. by 1? in.) black box mounted on the fire wall is fed information from five strategically placed sensors. These devices monitor the temperature of the engine coolant, the engine speed, the transmission setting, the engine manifold vacuum pressure and the throttle angle...
When the sensors inform the electronic brain that the engine has reached operating temperature (180° F.), that the auto is in third gear, has reached 45 m.p.h., and is not accelerating, the little box sends out a signal activating a key-and-slot device that locks the exhaust and intake valves shut and cuts off fuel to the affected cylinders. The pistons in these cylinders continue to move up and down, and the spark plugs fire, but no fuel is burned. The cylinders are not supplied with the fuel mixture as long as the driver maintains cruising speed...
...sought after: the master of this taxing form was the Dutch artist Samuel van Hoogstraeten, who around 1655 constructed a perspectyfkas, or perspective cabinet, a whole miniature Dutch interior to be viewed through eyeholes. So complete is the illusion that one cannot guess, without taking the lid off the box, that these stable objects- the chair, the dog, the tile floor - that seem to have the clearness and density of the real world are painted flat, a jumble of skewed angles involuntarily assembled...
Carter rejects efforts to circumscribe his spiritual experience by simply relegating it to the Southern Baptist tradition. He said, "I'm a human being. I'm not a packaged article that you can put in a little box and say here's a Southern Baptist...he's got to be predictable...
...thousand watering holes of the small towns and crossroads hamlets of the South. The room is a cacophony of the ping-pong-dingdingding of the pinball machine, the pop-fizz of another round of Pabst, the refrain of Red Necks, White Socks and Blue Ribbon Beer on the juke box, the insolent roar of a souped-up engine outside and, above it all, the sound of easy laughter. The good ole boys have gathered for their fraternal ritual-the aimless diversion that they have elevated into a lifestyle...