Word: glow
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...conveniently deflected attention from criticism about pre-9/11 intelligence failures. Were the warnings a ploy to unite the nation behind the White House? If not, then where was the anxiety coming from? And if the risks had truly escalated, why was the country still bathing in the glow of a "yellow" security alert--the midpoint of the five-level system established in March...
...clowns. On every show they prove that women need not be dingbats or contralto foghorns to win applause or affection. Almost alone, they are bringing back the forgotten tradition of the beautiful clown. From the look of the ladies and the sound of their followers, TV '74 has a glow that extends to viewers who may yet be witnessing television's true Golden Age of comedy--stronger and longer than the one in the '50s. Indeed, Mary Tyler Moore and Valerie Harper are enough to make almost anyone forget the comedies of the past. And even the crustiest nostalgia buffs...
Lining a wall of the factory showroom like sentinels, the dildos are the color and size of rainbow popsicles and give off a faint electric glow, except for the pink one that appears to have the head of George Washington. Life-size blow-up dolls hang nearby, blonds, brunettes and redheads with crimson mouths shaped in a permanent 'O,' as if surprised to find themselves rolling off the production line of a dingy Chinese factory. The sheer variety of sex toys, both anatomically correct and physiologically implausible, being readied for shipment from Wenzhou Loves Health Products is disturbing...
...with the acceptable color palate, self-tanners, much like the cosmetics that one applies after the tanner has set, stop at caramel. Rather they take that caramel color and shine it up a bit, give it a one-part-sun-kissed-sweat-mixed-with-two-parts-South-of-France-glow for a metallic, odd-looking color aptly named bronze. As I read the June issue of Glamour, it seemed that a race of she-bots stared back at me, their bronze metallic skin glowing in the studio-filtered sun, their blonde hair only slightly lighter than their newly tanned skin...
Nyweide had been a man on a mission all week long. While most of the team was still basking in the glow that was the aftermath of last Wednesday’s improbable ninth-inning comeback against Brown, Nyweide was getting his work in, throwing in the bullpen. After he was done, his catcher, sophomore Mickey Kropf, stopped to talk to reporters about the game-tying triple he had hit. Nyweide, a portrait of focus, picked up his bag and strode away quietly. He had some loose ends...