Word: hitting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...solo block by Hart tied the game at 11-11, and Harvard took the lead after the Sea Wolves' Miranda hit the ball out of bounds. A Hart ace closed out the first game for the Crimson, giving Harvard a thrilling 15-13 victory...
...soul anthem Love Train--a call to unity that rings hollow with Democrats still divided about the nomination. But there's hope. At the New Hampshire "town hall" forum with Gore and Bill Bradley last week, it was obvious what song captures Gore's new mood: the old Motown hit Ain't Too Proud...
...Street's exacting expectations. Ouch--you've just been scalded by what we call an earnings blow-up. Now what? Do you lie there inert, screaming "Where's the rest of my stock?" Nah. In the trenches of capitalism where I toil, one of these high-explosive blow-ups hits me monthly, obliterating any hope of a quick profit, or perhaps producing a staggering unrealized loss. IBM, Xerox, Unisys and Lexmark have all detonated recently. First, take heart. You aren't the only one dumb enough to bet on a great company during a period of unsettling sales growth...
Unfortunately, most blow-ups are a combination of factors that don't easily line up in those two camps. Say demand has slowed for a product. If the item is tech, that's nasty. It means you will probably have to take the hit--unless you can wait for a new product cycle. If one is just around the corner, I use the break to buy more, as I have often done with Intel. If the next product looks hopelessly stalled or way out in the future, I take a pass...
...wish: rarely has a jazz album come so directly from the heart. The opening cut, George Gershwin's I Loves You, Porgy, is exquisitely tranquil and songful, and the 10 tracks that follow are no less tender. Even Be My Love, Mario Lanza's high-C jukebox hit, is transmuted into a limpid cameo. The result is a record made to be played late at night, when the streets are empty, the air is still, and you feel like thinking about what might have been or could...