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...with rubber blades. The sound Definitely. Maybe it's the light: the way it slants like a guillotine on a dark wall, or fills the moon so that it glows meekly like a pale bruise on the night. Of course. The light. Or is it the heat? Could be the heat too; dead-quiet heat, seems to arise from inside your head, which feels funny these days, wobbles a bit, like a loose chrysanthemum. Or the empty space: streets wide as runways, houses flat against the white sky. Where did everybody go? It's the space, don't you think...
...Ocean City, N.J. In Illinois' state fair there is both a hog-calling and a husband-calling contest, in which a woman calls for her husband, who has been calling hogs. First prize was taken by Kathy Lingren of Beason, whose winning cry was "Kenneeeee, the sows are in heat, and I can't get the boar out of the mudhole...
...their star-crossed adagio to start all over again. No use her slamming the industrial-strength front door on Eddie; he'll just kick it through. She wouldn't, can't have it any other way. They've got to keep these lusts and animosities going like weasels in heat. It's in their blood. And heaven help the poor interloper--a nice guy from the next town, say, or an innocent moviegoer--who tries to understand them...
...deep mineral springs could cure tuberculosis. Later it became a quiet refuge for Hollywood stars. Other affluent families followed the entertainers, relishing the beauty of the desert and the steep mountains that tower above the resort on three sides. Air conditioning took the sting out of the 120° summer heat; cool nights and tangy mornings enticed the active residents into swimming pools and onto tennis courts and golf courses. But now Palm Springs is becoming overdeveloped and even turning a bit tacky in spots. Meanwhile, construction in the Coachella Valley is rolling relentlessly across the Colorado Desert...
...recorded in a brief 1896 production called The May Irwin-John C. Rice Kiss, or simply The Kiss. Irwin and Rice, looking overstuffed and upholstered, he sporting a grand mustache, fastened onto one another for long seconds as the reel flickered on. Their kiss suggested not so much the heat of passion as a mishap involving dry ice or Krazy Glue. Still, The Kiss passed for erotica. It created a sensation and called down the eloquent wrath of a Chicago publisher named Herbert S. Stone, who wrote, "The spectacle of their prolonged pasturing on each other's lips was hard...