Word: glare
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...most people hurry by Throne with scarcely a glance, no one within a three-block-radius is oblivious to the seemingly incessant pounding of his bass bucket. Pimply pit rats nod their heads in cool appraisal of the rhythm; an elderly lady plugging her ears shoots Throne a contemptuous glare as the scurries by; a yuppie-ish man in a suit drops a bill into Throne's bucket without stopping to listen to a beat. But Throne is in his own world. On the rare occasions when he looks up, he's smiling a complacent half-grin. The beat goes...
...John became one of the few brave souls to emerge from the huge gay show-biz underground into the glare of publicity and opprobrium. If he suffered a bit less for his declaration than other entertainers might have, it's because his appeal is not primarily sexual; the glitter and sartorial outrage conceal an ordinary, football-loving guy with an extraordinary love of the limelight. For all the tabloid titters, England realizes this; it has virtually made John its official Ambassador of Fun. He has performed for all branches of the Royal Family, and is a favorite dancing partner...
Another intelligent but pricey option, the rear-view, self-adjusting, electrochromatic mirror that protects the driver from the glare and intensity of headlights behind him, has already been installed on 5 million cars. Working on an extension of the same technology, Gentex, which developed the mirror, is testing auto glass that will dim at the flip of a switch to protect against sun glare and become completely opaque-to thwart prying eyes-when the ignition is off and the car is unoccupied...
...ruddy-cheeked blond in a ponytail, shinnied 60 ft. up the mast, tools in hand, to tighten some screws while swinging in a harness high over the choppy seas. "This isn't a battle of the sexes," she said afterward. "This is about having fun." Squinting into the glare, she added: "And about winning...
...Maynard School in Cambridge, one child stood apart from his peers as they celebrated their afternoon freedom. He was a small Black boy, slumped against the corner of the gym's stage. "Smile," I joked to him, "it don't cost nothing." He responded with a glare repelling enough to send any well-meaning Harvard kid back to the artificial comforts of the "other Cambridge." As it turned out, this boy had been punished for being "too rambunctious," and he wanted nothing less than to spend his period of confinement with me. Naively, I persisted...