Word: fluttering
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...what the voter's intention was - the world's greatest power prize hanging on a punch-out confetti of chads and the interpretation of dimples. Now you see it (the presidency), now you don't. Magicians with law degrees pull votes out of hats, or double-bottomed suitcases. Ballots flutter in and out of the process like butterflies...
...really...whatchamacallit," she said. "Tired?" I asked her. "The baby's not...you know." "Sleeping?" I asked. Laura's eyes had that familiar pinwheeling quality I remembered from my own first months of motherhood--that hallucinatory period when a mother's heart is opened wide, even as her eyelids flutter shut. No matter what the poets say about the ethereal joys of parenthood, any exhausted parent knows it is hard to concentrate on anything--sex, eating, finally changing out of your sweatpants--if you've become a sleep junkie, jonesing for some REMs. The key for parents' getting some sleep...
...polls closed in Kentucky and Indiana, where voters apparently get up really, really early or just don't have jobs. The major networks have joined their cable brethren at the election trough. And that gentle flutter you hear all across the TV spectrum is the sound of hands being tipped: the hints that "it looks like we're in for a long night," the suggestions that all is not well within certain Senate campaigns...
...require more space than the teen-pop world can provide. While Mandy Moore and the like go comfortably about the business of churning out plastic pop--and Britney Spears manufactures successful distractions like her strip tease at the recent MTV Video Music Awards--Aguilera's vocals strain and flutter against the confinement of her songs, a sea gull in a parakeet cage...
...late at night, Cody is deep into Tomb Raider on his Sony PlayStation, maneuvering Lara Croft through this or that circle of hell while Luther picks some minor-key licks on an ancient archtop. A moth flies out of the guitar's F-hole, and the brothers watch it flutter around the room. Luther sings a plaintive blues: "Don't bury me in this cursed ground/ Don't bury me in this cursed ground/ When I die let me fly/ I'm nothin' but a sound...