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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Technology & Cotton Candy. Fly-ins are the gregarious side of private flying. A fly-in may be a bunch of well-heeled bank managers, admen, lawyers and the like, assembling for a weekend on Blakely Island, the de luxe air marina just off the northwest coast of Washington. It may be an informal handful of farmers and construction men setting down by a lakeside for a Sunday cookout. Or it may be a highly organized annual institution, with hundreds of planes zooming in for an elaborate program of exhibits and special events...
...house, for instance, she saw some small Mexican boxes filled with hand-carved painted figures, and she was enchanted. In another house, she was drawn to an old-fashioned coffee grinder that had the shape of a human figure. Finally, in a third house, she saw a bunch of "old hat forms-you know, like big heads...
...object of the experiment was to shoot a bunch of copper wires into a thin, high band that could be used to relay radio microwaves around the curve of the earth. But even before the first rocket of the Air Force Project West Ford blasted off its pad, the protests of outraged scientists soared into orbit. Metal wires, the world's astronomers warned, would also reflect sunlight, fogging the photographic plates of optical telescopes. They would foul up radio astronomy by reflecting man-made radio waves and masquerading as distant stars or galaxies...
...back garden and carry on for a year or more as if nothing had happened. Well, nothing much. Gerty is bad, and they punish her and she dies, and they bury her too. Then Dad turns up. They had never seen him before. He thinks they are "a ripe bunch of little bastards," but buys them treats until he gets fed up and wants to pack them "into the bleeding orphanage." So Hubert, the most responsible of the little ones, conks him on the head with a poker. It's that old burial problem all over again; then...
Elaine de Kooning paints only people who interest her-cops, collectors, critics, or a bunch of teen-aged slum kids she calls the Burghers of Amsterdam Avenue. Viewers who do not know her subjects personally may get an uneasy feeling that the work is sometimes slapdash, sometimes arbitrary. The judgment would be wrong, for the portraits are virtually instant summaries-the unconscious summing up that one friend makes of another when the two unexpectedly meet...