Word: dropping
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...welter of proposals, is already fighting the general election, and the gauzy Bill Bradley is, as always, playing by his own rules. Gore's pollster, Mark Penn, notes that when voters are asked about Bush's stands on specific issues such as abortion (he is pro-life), his ratings drop. Gore hopes to bury Bush's style with his substance. "The problem with that strategy," says consultant Hank Sheinkopf, a veteran of Clinton/Gore '96, "is that no one is listening to Gore's substance. It's too early...
...Spanish. With TIME translating, we find out the driver has no license, no registration and no keys. He started the car with a screwdriver. When he finds out he's under arrest, he makes a brief move on Masino, then thinks better of it. The passenger's hands, meanwhile, drop down under the seat in the car, maybe to hide something, maybe to get something, and in that moment everything is crystal clear: the potential for the cop to shoot. The potential for the suspect to shoot. The potential for either to die, and for the press, the public...
...entryway system has its ups and downs. The rooms are more likely to be private and quiet, a boon if you're into a sedentary lifestyle. On the other hand, casual drop-in visits to anyone above the third floor are bound to seem a little contrived. Some find the entryway setup picturesque and charming. Others are less gracious, grumbling that a social life determined by stairwell is both tiring and stifling...
Before The Crimson, Harvard was a collection of stories floating around the dorm and among my friends. The newfound ease of getting summer jobs. Just mention the school--drop the "H-bomb," as some say. My roommate reported meeting a woman in the Square who "just collected the signatures of Harvard students. In case they became valuable later." Tourists took our pictures when we did our homework in the Yard. They videotaped the Yard squirrels. They rubbed John Harvard's foot. (Don't do that.) Domna the cafeteria checker had to forcibly usher them out of Annenberg. Ridiculous, we murmured...
...often exciting. At the top of his form, Harris is the class of the current field of thriller writers, ladling out authentic-sounding information on such arcana as weapons ("Yes, I'll have that Harpy, please, and a straight serrated Spyderco with a four-inch blade, and that drop-point skinner at the back") and Swiss bank accounts ("Article 47 of the Bundesgesetz uber Banken und Sparkassen"), plus sharp thumbnail portraits of the major players and malefactors and incessant plot surprises...