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...getting enough X-ray particles to fall on a detector and create an image, like light (in the form of "photons") hitting film in a camera. Giacconi saw that by positioning mirrors at shallow angles to the incoming radiation, astronomers could collect X-rays over a large area and funnel them onto a small detector, allowing for photographs "a millionfold" more detailed than previously possible...
...basement storm shelter. But there was no shelter at the mall, and Graf, along with hundreds of shoppers, cowered on the concrete floors of the mall's stores as the storm struck and merchandise and broken glass hurtled like cannon shot through the air. Outside, the death-dealing funnel tossed cars hundreds of yards in the air, flattening some and buckling others. Inside the mall, there was carnage. "People were screaming, and there was blood all over the place," said Graf. "A man lay on top of me. His clothes were ripped to shreds, and he was covered with...
Wichita Falls (pop. 100,000) was hardest hit by far. There three tornadoes joined together, creating a huge funnel with winds estimated at 225 m.p.h. It sucked up roofs, tore huge limbs from trees, and lifted the debris as high as half a mile into the sky. Said Roy Styles: "I crawled under a mattress, and that's all that saved me because the walls fell in." Cindy Trott, 22, fled to a science building at Midwestern State University for safety. Said she: "It didn't look like a tornado until it got up close to you. Then...
...applied incrustation in the form of halos, plaques, ex-votos and jewels fixed on the paint surface-to cubist sculpture. A work like Woman with a Fan (1914) combines both; it is almost as hieratic as a Russian saint. Yet nothing could have been more modern than the funnel Archipenko inserted into the design, like a negative breast, a conical hole that goes straight through the canvas at the back, turning painting into sculpture with one gesture...
There is no bathroom. A funnel in the semiprivate stairwell up front is supposed to serve the truly desperate. Thank God, rest stops are frequent. There is a tape deck, though, with speakers fore and aft. As we pull out, the Beatles pump out Here Comes the Sun. And supper starts as some kind of spontaneous combustion. "I've got organic carrots," says Linden, rummaging in a satchel. Before you know it, dates, French bread, salami and a bottle of Mr. Wente's best Grey Riesling are passing from hand to hand. Monksee announces that he will...