Word: cold
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...building is cold. No voices get in or get out. You can't hear anything," says tourist Joseph Lyman, gazing up at Columbine's brick facade and sealed windows. Lyman, a teacher from Viroqua, Wis., came by last week after attending an education conference in Boulder. He adds, "The town is so clean-cut and sterile. Did anyone ever wonder about the dark side? There are so many things you have to be out of touch with before something like this can happen." Lyman asks, "When do you notice? When it gets to your town...
Hollywood, as we all know, runs on high hopes and impossible dreams, which just often enough--about once in a thousand times--come true. But at a certain level, it also runs on cold pizza, unpaid phone bills and scripts by people for whom English is a second language. It's at this latter level that Bobby Bowfinger (Steve Martin), who operates Bowfinger International Pictures out of his ratty bungalow, scrounges along...
...anything baseball related tucked away in the attic and want to get rid of it, now is a good time to clean house. The memorabilia market runs hot and cold. In the early '90s, only truly special mementos brought big money. In today's bull market, though, collectors recently had a chance to bid via online auctioneer eBay for a McGwire jockstrap with a listed price of $1,500. Game-used bats, balls and uniforms tend to be the hottest items. Baseball cards are back. Signed balls and photos...
...directed The Iron Giant, and Tim McCanlies, who wrote this handsomely animated feature, have given it a special urgency by the simple expedient of setting it in exactly the right time and place. That would be 1957 in a small town in Maine. It's a moment when cold war paranoia is at its height and isolated rural communities are the targets of choice for aliens in dozens of cheapo sci-fi epics...
...senses with brute over-stimulation, my best attempts to block my mind from those troublesome paths of reflection down which it itches to run, I say, despite all this, I find myself huddled at the end of the day in a corner of a remote coffeeshop, collecting realizations amidst cold drink's condensation and hot day's perspiration, scratching myself for a small day's big ideas...