Word: clanged
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...they will say yesterday he wugged. Children are not sponges; they're constantly creating sentences and words, never more clearly or charmingly than when they encounter the second flavor of verb, the quirky irregulars. The past tense of spring is sprang, but the past of cling is not clang but clung, and the past of bring is neither brang nor brung but brought. English has 180 irregulars, a ragtag list that kids simply must memorize...
What seems to be a single memory is actually a complex construction. Think of a hammer, and your brain hurriedly retrieves the tool's name, its appearance, its function, its heft and the sound of its clang, each extracted from a different region of the brain. Fail to connect a person's name with his or her face, and you experience the breakdown of that assembly process that many of us begin to experience in our 20s--and that becomes downright worrisome when we reach...
...hell even for the professionals. Water gushing from overhead sprinklers and strobe lights flashing; the clang of fire alarms hopelessly obscuring the screams and gunfire but not the explosions; reports crackling over their radios of not two gunmen but as many as six -- possibly hiding in the catwalks and ceilings of the Tuesday-afternoon war zone that was Columbine High...
...charisma above the throngs of tourists, where the mysterioso and much lifted faces of Siegfried and Roy stared down from between the white tigers whose diminutive, fluffy clonelets fill a whole shop on the ground floor of the Mirage, high art has descended on the desert with a palpable clang. It had to come. It has come. Art abhors a vacuum, and if Las Vegas hasn't earned a name for being culturally underoxygenated, what place in America has? If the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City can hang banners advertising Tiepolo or Goya from its Fifth Avenue...
High in the Himalayas, Araceli Segarra lays an aluminum ladder across an icy crevasse. Actually, it's two ladders lashed together, a bridge that wobbles precariously when the crampons on her clunky boots clang against the rungs. She glances below into infinite space. You share the view, and gulp. "When you look down, you wonder how deep is that crevasse," says Segarra's voice-over. "Well, I don't want to find out." Your stomach is already making the trip...