Word: crowd
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...time she brought on the President, the storm had eased, and he was warmly welcomed by most of the roughly 1,000 people in the crowd. Several people in attendance sat there grim-faced, arms folded, while others cheered Obama's lines. Most of the overt hostility remained outside and down the road, where the state highway joins with the airport road. There, anti-Obama demonstrators (made up mostly of two groups - Patients Rights and Tea Party Patriots) were gathered with signs, right next to a pro-reform group, Montanans for Single Payer (many of whom are unhappy with...
...meeting ended with the blaring of a recording of Sousa's "Stars and Stripes Forever." Obama stepped off the stage and worked the crowd, shaking hands and smiling as people snapped photos with cameras and cell phones. The First Family then boarded the green Marine One helicopter and headed southwest 60 miles, into the mountains, to land at the Big Sky Resort, the luxury ski and vacation-home development founded by a native son, broadcaster Chet Huntley, nearly 40 years ago. From Big Sky, the First Family will visit Yellowstone National Park before flying off on Air Force One Saturday...
...fact is science is like any other social network. It's a lot easier to go along with the crowd. Every now and then there's a revolution in science, a paradigm shift, like when Einstein came along, but it's so easy to lock people into a particular way of thinking, of trying to build on the ideas that are in vogue. In the end, there is almost a fashion in science - ideas that are in, ideas that...
Apparently, I wasn’t alone. Almost 65,000 listeners turned out that Saturday night—braving massive crowds on the T, warm-weather mosquitoes, never-ending (and incredibly slow-moving) lines. I found myself sandwiched between anxiously-waiting attendees as I scanned the crowd for my friends, who I had stupidly planned to meet at the venue. With a yoga mat slung across my back, it wasn’t easy to navigate, and I had descended into the frustration that always crops up when trying to find people at large events. But, once a smattering...
Once the set began to wind down and we made our way towards the bridge, the band struck up its final song. I recognized the first few chords. Good Vibrations—my favorite. The crowd joined in, and I belted along, not caring about hitting the notes or staying in key. I was seven years old again. My sun-drenched beaches were nowhere to be seen, but it didn’t matter...