Word: cordes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...homunculi, however awesomely mechanized, remain in the infantile category. In a Minute Thumbelina, seated in a high chair, bangs its cup on the tray and demands to be fed. When Baby Tweak's tummy is squeezed, it coos, and when Drowsy's pullout cord is yanked, it whines things like "Mommy, I want another drink of water" or "Mommy, I want to stay up." Slightly more sophisticated but equally maddening to adults is Timey Tell, which has twelve different messages matched to the hour of the day. Set its wristwatch at 12 and pull its cord...
...hope it don't wake me up, that I just slip away, quietly." Something is drastically wrong with the whole fabric of society; the bar's one contact with the outside world all evening comes when the doctor goes to deliver a dead baby in a trailer cord. He allows the mother to hemorrhage to death...
...with a bouquet of red gladioli. Inside-while at the doors a crowd of people claiming to be relatives waved invitation cards and tried vainly to get in-Agnew's family served him stewed fruit and chatted about the old days. On his departure, Agnew pulled a cord that drew back Greek and U.S. flags and unveiled a plaque commemorating his fulfillment of the old American dream-emigration, success and triumphant return...
...with small populations, the Tasaday shun both. Their marriages are arranged by parents, but in at least one case, when women were scarce a father captured a bride for his son from a neighboring Tasaday group. The Tasaday mother delivers her own child, and the father buries the umbilical cord. Outside the family, there is no formal community organization and no single leader, but several families cooperate in food-foraging, making decisions together and depending for advice on the most experienced among them...
...tired of being Nader-ized [July 5.] Herewith I declare that the symbolic umbilical cord that Nader has forged between himself and me is now severed. I am an intelligent adult male who is capable of shopping for good products without the help of a breathing-down-the-neck Nader. I have driven for 40 years without an accident, and one of the most enjoyable cars I ever owned was a Corvair. I don't eat foods that are full of sugar because I don't like them. But I have started using everything Ralph Nader deplores...