Word: boxful
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...climax, "I tried to sell out to you, but I couldn't close the deal." He should know you can't sell star quality, but you can sell it out. Charm is the wrapper, not the package. And Cocktail is a bottle of rotgut in a Dom Perignon box...
...need to take an Eastern shuttle back to New York. I have to get back on a Lexington Avenue IRT headed downtown and get off at the 161st St. stop. I have to go back to the box seats behind first base, watch Mattingly turn over a double play and then watch him hit the upper deck in the bottom of the ninth...
...simulation has come a long way in the 60 years since Edwin Link, the father of the technology, first used organ bellows and a suspended box to approximate the motion of an airplane in flight. The box has evolved into an instrument-crammed capsule equipped with color video and stereo sound. The bellows has been replaced by electronically controlled hydraulic actuators. And the illusion of motion has become so powerful that it is indistinguishable from the real thing. Moreover, with a few minor changes, the same technology has been used to simulate everything from spaceships to submarines, from armored tanks...
...turn the hangar into a giant theatrical "black box," Sirlin invented a brilliant three-dimensional dreamscape that uses holographic projections in place of sets to alter the show's physical and mental terrain. Nine projectors throw a kaleidoscope of images onto a small raked stage and side panels, creating a cinematic illusion in which the actor can dash up the steps of an apartment building and vanish inside or float high above New York. The shift is instantaneous -- like putting a live actor into a movie. Operatic design may never again be the same...
Even without the intervention of gifted chroniclers like Roger Angell and Thomas Boswell, each baseball career is a study in literature. An ironic short story might be apt for the rookie whose only appearance in a big league box score comes at the tag end of a lost season. A sonnet would be fitting commemoration for those human meteors who flash across the big league sky and then flame out, their promise unkept. My four graybeard survivors, of course, deserve nothing less than full-length novels, sprawling Victorian epics that carry them from apple-cheeked anticipation to adult acclaim...