Word: glassing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...assistant Joseph N. Greene called the State Department, got a 15-minute briefing, passed it along to his boss. "Well," said Dulles at one briefing's end, "let's go for a swim." After an hour in the pool, Dulles was ready for a light lunch: sandwich, glass of high-protein milk...
...concrete music because it approximates "the infinite variety of the body's natural movements," and there is a system in his mad creations. He explains: "Concrete music can express all emotions, but it must shun the obvious sound effects. For instance, the tape can carry the sound of glass breaking, but not if the dancer mimes glass breaking. On the other hand, if you show a woman whose heart is breaking, then the sound of breaking glass is perfect...
...native U.S. architecture. Maybeck not only introduced California redwood as an artistic building material, but insisted that wood and stone alike be left natural. Like Wright, Maybeck broke up living spaces, combined dining and living areas, opened up the house to the outdoors, incorporated whole walls of glass into his buildings. Last week the California Palace of the Legion of Honor had the best of Maybeck on view in a large photo exhibit, which Californians hope will spread Maybeck's fame as an architect, and one of the great romantics. Wrote Critic Lewis Mumford: "But for Bernard Maybeck...
...First Church of Christ Scientist in Berkeley, built to Maybeck's design in 1910, today ranks as a historical masterpiece. Within, it is a massive square room, spanned by two colossal, diagonal, arched timber beams. Outside, broad overhanging eaves, reminiscent of a Japanese temple, project over glass screen walls decorated with exuberant Gothic motifs. It might have proved a nightmare of clashing styles. But Maybeck took his cue from his materials and kept his eye on the site. As a result, the church appears to float from the surrounding hedges, ornamented by its own shadows and highlights and finished...
Sometimes there comes a point, even at the best-run cocktail party, when a drinker, momentarily alone in a corner, nervously jiggles the ice cubes in his glass and looks about with a glance that says unmistakably: "What am I doing here?" At that moment, the bright, articulate men sound empty and the chic, smiling women appear sad. This detached mood of mild horror is usually gone with the next drink, but Novelist McLaughlin has made it last the length of a very good short novel...