Word: buttoned
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...state. On the trail, Dole told Republican crowds: "We're not going to write off California. It's going to be 'right on,' not 'write off.'" Despite photo-op stump stops at a San Quentin gas chamber and the Mexican border, Edwards says Dole has not focused on hot-button issues on the trail. "The core issues of his campaign are going to be more Contract With America themes such as balancing the budget and returning authority to the states," she says. "This is what he talks about in just about every speech." Next weekend, the Senate majority leader begins...
...match his triumph before the home folks. It was one of those ineffable moments when the audience sensed almost from the start that this athlete is triumphant, truly unbeatable. He seemed to fly through the long program, set to the surging, romantic music of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. Dick Button, the unflappable ABC commentator, shouted, "Now that's guts." His less experienced microphone partner, Brian Boitano, was reduced to giggles of delight. Ken Shelley, the last man to win the nationals in both single and pairs competition (in 1972) said, "You see so few performances that will stay with...
...musical numbers in "Ubu Rock" are wonderful. Most of the songs are catchy rock tunes with whacked-out lyrics, but the most infamous is "The Button Song." Derrah (in another role as a crotchety general) screams obscenities at the audience in between verses of the marching song: "My jacket has three buttons, three buttons. My jacket has four buttons, four buttons. Fuck you, you lazy assholes!" and so on. He and his back-up singers won't stop the song until the audience throws something at them: water bottles, bananas, broccoli, chickens. Really...
...print such things as date and location on the back of each picture, not the front, so family fun shots don't look as if they were caught by airport security cameras. Film loading is simplified (drop in a cartridge, shut the camera, the film threads itself), and a button allows you to switch among three image sizes (standard, wider, panorama)--but these are only modest advances over today's models...
Well, do we need the ballast of expert opinions and attributions to inform and justify our tastes in art or literature or music or--in the late 20th century--in all the electronic entertainment available at the push of a remote-control button? The snap answer is, hell no, we don't. But that is not really true. Aesthetics, for all the millions of words that have been written on the subject, remains an inexact science. We cannot say why a painting once supposed to be by Rembrandt loses face when its connection with the master is disputed or disproved...