Word: dens
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...become, he explained to officials, the city's "baddest bear." Soon he began chasing bears from basements and out of school yards with rubber bullets, pepper spray and pistol-loaded screamer rockets. He shouted threats so each bear remembered him. After a bear left a house, Searles marked the den as off limits by sprinkling it with his own urine. "I get a lot of kidding about that," he admits...
Searles' "bad bear" campaign has had an impact as well. "These bears are learning that this is our den," explains Chief Donnelly. "You can pass through, but you can't forage for food here." Searles proudly asserts that his furry charges are better behaved and safer. "If you see a bear here, he'll run," he says. "We've restored their natural fear of humans...
...that's exactly the problem with Elizabeth. When the film thrusts the young thing into a den of wolves as savage and wily as the Mafia barons of The Godfather or the Japanese businessmen of Rising Sun, it wrings its hands somewhat too emphatically at Elizabeth's shrewd, momentous steps to transfigure herself into an emblem to lead her country. If Elizabeth's mutation into the Virgin Queen is the death of her womanhood, and happiness, as the film asserts, her sexuality--that which she renounces to rule the nation--ought to seem a little more respectable...
...Alarmist starts as a modified Robin Hood where "the den" is a circa 1954 sushi restaurant, and the merry men have been compressed into several burglar alarm sales-people bent on income redistribution. Anyone familiar with Los Angeles will realize the timeliness of their "rob the rich" scam in which Heinrich Grigoris (Greg Tucci) boosts the sales of his alarms by staging robberies in the neighborhood of his potential clients. The twist in Grigoris' scheme is Tommy, the new salesman played with adorable, bumbling style by David Arquette. The real credit in The Alarmist must go to the actors. Like...
...fantasy was simple: I'd be sprawled out on the couch in the den Tuesday night, watching my man Bernie Shaw do the Election Day returns. At the same time, tapping at my laptop, I'd be editing dispatches e-mailed from TIME Daily's daring political correspondents to my desktop computer and beamed seamlessly right into my lap over my new, personal, wireless home network...