Word: etherealizing
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...Howard Stringer, president of Sony's U.S. subsidiary. "He is a player," exults Stringer, the former CBS network boss brought in by Sony to clean up the mess at its U.S. operation. "He is young, dynamic, and he is taken seriously by this crowd. It's in the ether...
...becoming more and more frequent for jobs to posted more to the Internet, for instance, how can unwired citizens get access? How can the information-pool access the growing number of educational and governmental services virutally located in the electronic ether...
...floating high and parched over shards of melody and jagged bits of rhythm. One song, All Mine, has a sound that might be described as big-band noir, with blaring horns and desperate, almost manic vocals. Another, Half Day Closing, ends with Gibbons' eerie wail twisting wraithlike into the ether. And Humming opens with a portentous Moog-synthesizer solo that seems borrowed, in mood, from a '50s sci-fi film. The songs on Portishead have one unifying feature: they all seem constructed on a wasteland of despair. Producer-songwriter Geoff Barrow, who, along with Gibbons, forms the core of Portishead...
Pulled down raw out of the ether, the new Buddhist vibe can seem surrealistically jumbled, as a poem in a recent New Yorker acknowledged: "The huge head of Richard Gere, a tsonga blossom/ in his hair, comes floating like a Macy's/ Parade balloon above the snowcapped summit/ of sacred Kailas." But in fact intrigued Americans need not remain perplexed: they can investigate a vibrant, if small, U.S. community of believers. This does not mean the hundreds of thousands of Buddhist immigrants, who have yet to have an impact on mainstream culture. Rather, it refers to some 100,000 American...
...market has officially entered La-La Land. The summer rally that last week pushed the Dow Jones industrial average to within a whisker of 8000 has blown through the last remaining bounds of sanity. No sweat, say some Wall Street swamis. The market has a permanent visa to the ether. But don't believe it. Like Wile E. Coyote running off a cliff while chasing the Roadrunner, the market is churning its legs furiously, but there's nothing beneath it. When investors finally look down...