Word: composting
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Washington Post is an ordinary American paper that willed itself to be better. It still carries much of the standard dreck-lovelorn columns, horoscopes, beauty hints-as well as 25 comics. But to this compost heap the Post has added solid and penetrating reporting and an engaging flair...
...heavier elements. Stars born more recently have more of the heavy elements produced by their predecessors. Those currently forming in interstellar dust clouds can be expected to have significant proportions of the atoms produced in celestial forges. Says Thaddeus of the clouds: "We can see the lovely fertilizer, this compost heap just sitting there waiting to be consumed in star formation...
Instant Tomatoes. All this does not mean that Americans are no longer enthralled by gadgets and gimmickry. More than 20,000 Rotocrop "Accelerator" compost bins were sold last year at about $40 each, and sales are expected to more than double this year. The bin is merely a 3-ft.-high plastic cylinder, specially ventilated for turning garden and kitchen wastes quickly into compost. Students at the University of Miami enjoy almost instant tomatoes hydroponically grown by pouring liquid fertilizer into baskets filled with wood shavings outside their dorm windows. "Tomato rings"-wire-mesh cages about 4 ft. wide...
Childhood endowed Ernst with a rich compost of obsessions. His father was a fiercely authoritarian Roman Catholic, an amateur painter who taught in a school for deaf-mutes in the Rhineland town of Brühl. Little Max briefly persuaded this eccentric sire that he was the child Jesus. Memories of this sort underlie Ernst's most notorious thrust of anticlerical wit, a spanking Madonna entitled The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus Before Three Witnesses (1926). When his baby sister was born and his favorite bird, a pink cockatoo, died on the same day in 1906, a whole...
...Kinflicks is authentically inspired. The chapter on Ginny's communal life at the "Free Farmlet" is a wicked send-up of half-baked ideas and less well-prepared menus: "Dinner was a murky soup, filled with dark sodden clumps that looked like leaves from the bottom of a compost pile and that tasted like decomposing seaweed, and whole grain bread which you needed diamond-tipped teeth to chew." The novel teems with cartoon eccentrics mouthing balloonfuls of in flated nonsense...