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Word: crapping (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...there was 500 tons of waste and slate and crap going into the ponds behind the dams every day, and so they silted up pretty quick. By February, 1972, the largest one over on Middle Fork, a tributary of Buffalo Creek, had been built: 100 feet high and 600 feet across...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Coal | 7/16/1976 | See Source »

...just here to seek further enlightenment. Ron observes she is full of shit. He launches into a banal ten-hour lecture on est epistemology. Most of what we know consists of received ideas and secondhand experiences. We see the world through a glaze of beliefs and ideas. Thinking is crap-the yammering in the back of our heads. Ron wiggles his fingers behind his head to show us how foolish thinking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: est: 'There Is Nothing to Get' | 6/7/1976 | See Source »

...jobs and sometimes fails. "You're a self-righteous bitch!" Ron screams. She collapses in tears; Ron says she is patronizing the secretary by approving her failures. A man rises to offer sympathy to the woman. "Don't help her!" Ron yells. "Help," we learn, is another "crap" word. Helping people keeps them infantile and teaches them to play for sympathy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: est: 'There Is Nothing to Get' | 6/7/1976 | See Source »

...told to remain silent during the break. "I don't care, I've got something to say," says Joan, a trim woman of about 30, as a few of us stood around outside the hotel. "I don't care how much of this is crap. It's changed my life. My father walked out on my mother right after I was born. She kept telling me men-people-were unreliable. I see now that I screwed up my marriage, all my love affairs, all my jobs, just to prove that my mother was right...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: est: 'There Is Nothing to Get' | 6/7/1976 | See Source »

Damp Handshake. He campaigns with an awkward, mechanical passion. "Monckton never thought of handshaking as a personal contact with the electors," Ehrlichman writes. "He was doing all that crap on autopilot." At one point the politically smiling candidate escapes from a crowd at the Waldorf by retreating to an elevator filled with his own staff. Once inside, "his face changed as though he had suddenly broken out of a trance; his smile collapsed, his eyes darkened as if a light had been extinguished...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Modified, Limited Hangout | 5/31/1976 | See Source »

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