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Word: flash (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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Suddenly, a shrill alarm shatters the control room's silence. Red lights flash on the instrument panel. One of the reactor's steam condensers has lost its vacuum, causing a turbine "trip," or shutoff. No longer is the reactor able to shed heat produced by its radioactive core. Ominously its temperature climbs, threatening to boil away the coolant. Unless something is done fast, there may be a meltdown, spilling lethal radioactive gases...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Learning How to Run a Nuke | 7/9/1979 | See Source »

...prove his point, Janacek moves to the rear of the control room, glances at a panel with such legends as FEED-WATER PUMP FAILURE, STEAM-LINE RUPTURE and RELIEF-VALVE FAILURE, and presses a button. The effect is jarring. Alarms give off an almost hysterical shrill. Control-panel lights flash, and overhead lights dim. He has simulated the rupture of a 21-in.-diameter water line, which can empty the reactor of vital cooling water in less than a minute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Learning How to Run a Nuke | 7/9/1979 | See Source »

...laid down in a voice of sweet rough-and-tumble. Chuck E.'s in Love, the most unlikely hit of the season, is fixing to elbow all the disco aside and find a snug niche for itself in the Top Ten. The song proves that despite all the flash and flack, disco still has a considerable...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Duchess of Coolsville | 5/21/1979 | See Source »

Some plays are the comic books of the theater. All of their characters are caricatures. Their situations have the labeled banality of canned clichés. The dialogue is Cro-Magnon English. In scene after scene the ludicrous and the dreadful intersect at some flash point where the playgoer's ribs collapse in implausible laughter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: T.K.O. | 5/21/1979 | See Source »

...woman approaches me at The Rat. She is small and comely, her thin black dress, cut in strips that hang from her waist, revealing in a flash. Saucy red lipstick and a flower painted on her cheek, she is a smiler, coming right up to me and asking if she can illustrate my entire body. She is a body illustrator. Her name is Cretin Hop. At home she gives me cleavage, shows me a giant watercolor illustration of Patti Smith--slightly smudged by sweat--marked painstakingly beneath the knap of a breast...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: The Street Symbolist Finds Her Ark | 5/8/1979 | See Source »

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