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With new urgency, an old joke is making the rounds in Moscow. It may not be a knee slapper, but the times make it worth retelling. Shifts in Soviet leadership have historically moved from the bald to the hirsute: from the chrome-dome Lenin to the brush-cut Stalin; from Khrushchev to Brezhnev; from Andropov to Chernenko. Which brings everyone to Mikhail Gorbachev, who is nearly as bald as a darning egg, and to the upstart Boris Yeltsin, whose mane of graying locks ruffles conspicuously these days in the winds of change...
Today, as he gazes at the Greensboro Historical Museum's sit-in exhibit, complete with four original chrome-and-vinyl stools, Richmond is not frightened. But he is troubled. All around, Richmond sees an enduring legacy of segregation and wonders why things have not improved. "I would've hoped that things would've been better, but they're not getting any better," he laments. "They're getting worse...
...armed with a chrome revolver, assaulted and robbed a person at the corner of Mass. Ave. and Plympton St. early yesterday morning, Harvard police said...
Despite the chrome and modern conveniences of Sheremyetovo International Airport, the old city quickly pulls you into her familiar, exhausting, yet not altogether unpleasant embrace: the slush and mud of the broad avenues; the air that smells of bad cigarettes, carbon monoxide and disinfectant; the monotony of dun-colored buildings; the occasional startling glimpse of a golden-domed church or pastel-walled czarist mansion; the dark masses hurrying by or huddling in their inevitable queues to buy what little is in the stores. Much more than merely familiar, Moscow today seems as immutable, as depressingly eternal as ever...
...camera pans over an array of shiny chrome and black exercise machines, a few big brawny biceps and rippling tummy muscles flash across the screen, and the sound of clanging metal plates in the background is punctuated by not a few ominous grunts and groans. Dressed in some space-age lace leotard, Cher, lying in a sexy position on an exercise machine, comes into full view and tells you, "Face it, if a good body came in a bottle, everyone would have...