Word: glassing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...After surveying about 150 entries, including a giant bird, a gargantuan baseball glove and a towering fountain of water, the selection committee settled on Steel Cloud, designed by New York architects Hani Rashid and Lise Anne Couture. When the first stage is completed in 1992, the $33 million glass-and-steel structure will rise up to twelve stories above the Hollywood Freeway in downtown Los Angeles and will be linked by bridges to the city's ethnic neighborhoods. Passersby will peer at 140-ft.-high aquariums and view scenes from Hollywood films projected on large silver screens...
...another, order tea -- a liquor license is still to come -- wait for somebody to tilt a chair back, argue about what Starck did right and wrong. (Right: a bar, made of dark marble, with a lovely, sinuous stainless-steel footrest, and a thin strip of glowing blue glass set into the top. Wrong: tacky purple ropes with tassels, holding up enormous mirrors...
Kevan Melrose and the crowd at Bright Center: Melrose, a bruising defenseman, likes to think of himself as the Crimson enforcer. Offend him and you're likely to be greeting the glass face-to-face or dusting ice chips off your rear. Melrose's police state tactics have earned the adoration of the crowd but the reprimand of referees (Melrose's 44 penalty minutes lead the team). Whenever Melrose is sent to the penalty box, the crowd gives him a loud cheer...
...another cigarette and looked at the dental-supply company's bill again. The minutes went by with their fingers to their lips. Then there was a small knocking on wood. It was a blond. A blond to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window. She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looked by moonlight. She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket. "Cops are just people," she said irrelevantly. "They start out that way, I've heard...
Chandler's most immortal creation -- co-produced by Humphrey Bogart -- was the quixotic figure of the gumshoe, Philip Marlowe, private eye and public conscience, sitting behind his pebbled-glass door with an office bottle and a solitary game of chess. What made Marlowe special was simply the fact that he was nothing special, no genius like Sherlock Holmes, no Connoisseur model like James Bond. Just an underpaid drudge with, as one mobster says, "no dough, no family, no prospects, no nothing" -- except a habit of making other people's worries his own, and a gift for walking in on corpses...