Word: gazed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...floor pro-shop, which serves as a haven for every bowler's deepest desires. XG vinyl bowling bags ($30.00), canvas shoe bags ($10), handsome hand embroidered Brunswick bowling jerseys ($50) and creme de la creme hand-crafted bowling balls ($170) are all exhibited behind glass casing for patrons to gaze upon with...
...glow-in-the-dark troll dolls crowd the long brown folding tables that fill the yellowing walls of the church cafeteria. The scents of stale cigarette smoke and Aqua Net periodically waft into the crowded room as peddlers in blue aprons circulate selling instant Lotto cards. All eyes gaze up at the main stage where numbers dance around the monstrous Bingo Board. The hypnotizing pop of the gyrating bingo balls is only broken by the clickity-clack of chips flying across the players' boards as each selected number is called out over the inaudible PA system...
...every parent's hope. One that is nourished by that first toothless grin of recognition, by the infant gaze of almost uncanny alertness and then by the stunning acquisition of words, of ABCs and 1-2-3s. "My child is bright. My child will excel in school. My child will make me proud." Industries are built on such aspirations. There are black-and-white mobiles to stimulate the senses and tapes of Mozart for Your Mind. Later come investments in Reader Rabbit software, encyclopedias and lessons to train every facet of body, brain and soul. But a child...
...serious? Am I really nominating private-sector surveillance as a surrogate for village visibility and the heavy gaze of a punitive god? Well, no. For one thing, God punishes only real sins and aims to redeem; malicious hackers and personal enemies will settle for embarrassment. And God brings cosmic reassurance as well as fear; the technologies of surveillance are all hell, no heaven. But I am serious about raising the question: As we spend more time plugged in and less time in public view, and as many people take fire and brimstone less and less literally, where will the surrogates...
...body of the album, if "Angelene" may be taken as a prologue, is a sort of paganish Pilgrim's Progress, taken through marshes of despondency, moments of ecstasy, and often-recurring seas, pools, and rivers in which the singer pauses to gaze at her own reflection. Landscapes and climates are, appropriately, elemental to her experiences. A dervishy, barrelling cut called "The Sky Lit Up" describes a night with a lover in which times seems to freeze despite great activity: "Thinking of nothing, and the shooting stars/And this world tonight is mine/A world to be remembered...