Word: canyoning
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...Littering. There is a canyon I took a boat tour through the other day which is very famous—when the natives lost a battle to the Spanish, they threw themselves heroically off the 1,000-meter-high canyon walls into the river rather than surrender. Today, people who are finished with colas or snacks heroically throw their trash into the water...
Probably the most potent example of GameCube's capabilities is LucasArts' Rogue Squadron II. Replicating the climactic canyon-run sequence in Star Wars, designers created a Death Star that looked embarrassingly more realistic than the 1977 movie model. "I thought, 'My God, I hope Lucasfilm doesn't get mad at us,'" says director Brett Tosti. To save George Lucas' blushes, the virtual version has been fixed to look as plastic as the original...
...feature film debut, director Dennie Gordon has Spade (Tommy Boy, Lost & Found) playing Joe Dirt, a “wig wearin’, acid wash jean lovin’, rock concert T-shirt sportin’ hero.” Lost by his parents at the Grand Canyon, Dirt and his mullet have been on their own since he was eight. Never abandoning his lifelong goal of finding his family, the adult Dirt fends for himself by working as a janitor in a Los Angeles radio station. Constantly derided for his blatant white trashiness, the station’s producers...
...look at the ditch they landed in. The George W. Bush Republicans have no mandate to overinterpret. They are proceeding now by the metaphysics of Wile E. Coyote, who ventures bravely into midair, until he notices that he is standing on thin air above the deep canyon, into which, presently, he begins a long, whistling plummet that ends in a distant "poof!" on the canyon floor...
...took seven years, one divorce, numerous pit stops (Boulder, Colo.; Topanga Canyon; British Columbia) and one small child finally to arrive at my destination. I was not disappointed. The San Francisco Bay Area was more than a breathtakingly beautiful place; it was a state of mind--the edge of the culture as well as the continent--that embraced the misfit, dreamer, bohemian, gay, artist, hippie, rabble-rouser types who had been flocking there in successive waves since the Gold Rush and in whose company I counted myself. My first digs were in a feminist communal household on Potrero Hill, where...