Word: flyaway
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Even so, the antiplastic movement is well under way. Bangladesh, France, Uganda and a few other countries have approved nationwide bans of the flimsy flyaway sacks. San Francisco this spring became the first U.S. city to ban nonbiodegradable bags from large grocery stores and pharmacies, and similar legislation is being debated in Boston; Santa Cruz, Calif.; and Portland, Ore. In Annapolis, Md., alderman Sam Shropshire is pushing for what would be among the strictest plastic regulations in the world: banishing plastic bags not only from big retailers but from small ones too, forcing mom-and-pop restaurants, for example...
...Cicely Tyson) the town eccentric who “sees better with her heart than her eyes.” She inhabits a house in the backfields filled with oddities such as a massive tree decorated with whiskey bottles from her younger days. Her too-obvious name, describing her flyaway hair and mismatched rags, makes for another trite attempt at cleverness by the writers of a banal movie...
...Cicely Tyson) the town eccentric who “sees better with her heart than her eyes.” She inhabits a house in the backfields filled with oddities such as a massive tree decorated with whiskey bottles from her younger days. Her too-obvious name, describing her flyaway hair and mismatched rags, makes for another trite attempt at cleverness by the writers of a banal movie...
...result has been to make Klee look both omnipresent and rather a whimsical bore. He has to be rediscovered every so often to wipe away the resentment the kiddies (now grown up) feel against his charm, wit, flyaway fantasy and all the rest. He is forever going out of style and then being dragged back into it by this or that exhibition. People have to be reminded how important an artist he was in his time, on a level with figures who now seem more formidable (if less loved) presences in the history books, such as the architect Walter Gropius...
Last week I stood with a hundred weepy, videotaping parents as we watched our children graduate. The kids were shiny and scrubbed, and as they mounted the stage they wobbled on platform shoes, fiddled with new neckties and tried to control their flyaway hair. Meanwhile, the parents tried to control their flyaway emotions. The ceremony was the culmination of two weeks of nonstop parties and events during which the graduates were congratulated on their stellar achievements. Now my daughter and her fellow grads, diplomas in hand, look forward to a stress-free summer, followed by the rigors of seventh grade...