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...Israelis not only have restored some of the water collection systems left by the ancient Nabateans in the Negev desert, but are letting the runoff nourish flourishing orchards of almond and pistachio trees. Another strategy for making the Negev bloom: drip irrigation systems that feed small amounts of water directly to the roots of plants with the help of computer monitors...
...other hand, the show treats such major artists as it does include quite inanely. The section dealing with abstract expressionism is feeble and disconnected. If one wanted, for instance, to demonstrate the European context of Jackson Pollock's drip-drawing, one would show the appropriate works by Masson and Ernst, not the empty doodle by Georges Mathieu that hangs next to Pollock's Number 32. The dismal efforts of French artists to turn their Dada heritage into American Pop are much in evidence. But it is one thing to dis inter the unmourned trivialities of people like Martial...
...Martin, you know, that guy we just met at brunch. God what a drip. He wants to go for coffee. What am I going to do?" Louise always had this way of sounding like she was annoyed that these guys had fallen for her. Adrian's advice to her was something along the line of telling them...
Take this week's Midnight. Its front page dazzles the eye as well as befuddling the mind with headlines that drip with gore and gush. Did you know that the Russians may have been behind the recent "cold wave" which paralyzed half of the U.S.? That a C.I.A. clerical error cost President Kennedy his life? Or that Toni Tennille, who is apparently a "singer" of paramount ability, attributes her "success" to fate...
...fine. Click click click click click click click. Into that big brass bed of a back seat she came ... Cleopatra ... ravaged husbands ... headlines ... southern charm ... headlines ... diamonds ... bigger diamonds ... Farrah Fawcett-drip Majors and "One Million B.C." bosoms paled in comparison. She was The Queen Bee, the dream of very press photographer. And now here I was rising above the multitude of lenses to claim my prize. Almost instantaneously I straddled the fenders and lay prostrate on the firm hood of that convertible '58 Lincoln Continental. The picture was mine...