Word: chirped
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...presidential nomination. Huddled with a pair of top aides, Alexander suggested a new introduction: "I've come here today to announce my support for Phil Gramm ... [long pause] ... for re-election to the U.S. Senate." The three men had scarcely stopped laughing when Alexander's cellular phone began to chirp. The caller was Ross Perot, who complimented Alexander on his just announced candidacy: "Keep on going, Lamar. You seem to have a lot of 'em worried." Alexander asked, "Do you have any advice for me?" Responded Perot: "Naw, you keep on just bein' Lamar...
...roar of the Twenties, the swishy Forties, the Fifties buzzing with the waisty WASP look, the disco beat Seventies and now even the Eighties chirp in with a chorus of "Me, me, me!" My Lord, what a ruckus. All this Retro can give a girl a headache. But before you get nostalgic about the future, remember that every morning you have the potential to broadcast something. No matter which decade you pilfer, you are announcing "I am of the now." You are playing a cosmic game of Whack-a-Mole...
There is something so tenebrous, so portentous, so downright antagonistic about Alfred Schnittke's music that it is almost a wonder anybody either performs it or listens to it. In Schnittke's dark, Russo-Germanic artistic universe, strings do not soar, they brood; woodwinds do not chirp, they protest; brass does not shine, it glowers. Created in the caldron of Central Europe, his music speaks of epic battles and terrible defeats; it is Kutuzov and Napoleon at Borodino, Von Paulus at Stalingrad. Why, then, is it suddenly so popular...
...pass, which you earn while maneuvering through the disk. As Gabriel narrates, boxes of hypertext pop up alongside the images. If you click on Gabriel's passport, it shows his ! photograph morphing from infancy through adulthood into a skull. And if you dally in moving your mouse, he may chirp, "Click me!" Best advice: Don't be afraid, be a fighter -- and Gabriel's world is yours...
...love-sick blues. In the silky I'll Make Your Bed, the promise of sexual favors sounds as natural as a gift for home cooking. It's not a tease, it's a forthrightly bountiful offer that could set a fellow to swooning. Dolly's giggle, the chirp at the end of a sultry line, proves that her sensuality is guileless -- a neat blend of Daisy Mae and Mae West...