Word: eyeful
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...stable of heavily credentialed experts. Besides, in Austin, at the statehouse and in campaign headquarters on Congress Avenue, his distaste for the highbrow is considered a virtue. In meetings with his speechwriter and press staff, Bush reviews the words that will go out under his name with a keen eye for the pompous and overwrought. When he spots a sentence that wouldn't make sense to the average layman, Bush peers over his half glasses and reads it back to his staff in a haughty, mock-intellectual voice. "He's always asking,'How can we say it more directly?'"says...
...what eyes! Peering through a microscope at a twisted-wing male, Cornell neurobiologists Elke Buschbeck, Birgit Ehmer and Ron Hoy were struck by the unusually large lens facets in X. peckii's eyes. The compound eyes of most insects have hundreds of much smaller facets. Each focuses on a handful of photo receptors and produces only a single point in the insect's visual field. But the researchers, reporting last week in the journal Science, found that each of X. peckii's 100 eyelets is really a complete eye with its own retina, consisting of some 100 receptors, that samples...
...clamorous techno beats on. Aging rocker wannabes in the audience and their girlfriends hide sagging bellies with leather jackets and thinning hair with attitude. Punks look around nervously for their mothers and try to scam some beer. Others pretend to dance to the woompwoomp, and laugh. Yuppies sup, and eye each another. More waiting, more techno. Woompwoomp. Thickening, moist air. Finally: stringy guy with no body fat--like, none at all--and long hair walks out. Rockers, punks, yuppies, et cetera ecstatic. And Iggy Pop begins to play. Acoustic. What--as they say--the hell...
...performing the same songs he was then. Sure, the band's lousy and thrusts every single great song they perform through a meat grinder which turns'em into generic hard rock, but still: "Raw Power," "Search and Destroy," "I Wanna Be Your Dog," "No Fun," "T.V. Eye," "Lust for Life," "The Passenger," "I Got a Right"--I'd watch him play these songs dead, they're so good...
This is not a large exhibition. The photos do not add up to more than twenty, and they fit in the hallway as one enters the library. The beautiful, haunting colors of these images shock the eye. One does not expect to see such magnificent prints hanging in a suburban library filled with kids reading Curious George...