Word: hollowness
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...golden age of sarcasm (from the Greek sarkazein, "to chew the lips in rage"). Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Bill Maher and Keith Olbermann are digging into our direst forebodings so adroitly and intensely that we may want to cry, "Stop tickling!" Forget earnest punditry. In a world of hollow White House pronouncements, evaporating mainstream media and metastasizing bloggery, it's the mocking heads who make something like sense...
...London'' who think of Blair as smug. I think you'll find this is a common view, echoed from Lands End to John o'Groats, and with very good reason. Blair's ideas detailed in this article bear little difference from much of his work as British Prime Minister; hollow, disingenuous and designed to give him a godlike status. His deeds - and those of his unelected inner circle of cronies - have left the British public with little faith in politics and politicians, let alone religion. Colin Wright, County Down, Northern Ireland...
...keeps pestering her with cell-phone messages. Wahlberg does all his fretting with a furrowed brow (which has not two but three vertical lines, possibly a new fashion statement for anxiety), while Deschanel bites her lip and rolls her gigantic blue eyes. Neither actor can come close to the hollow-eyed anxiety that Bruce Willis displayed in The Sixth Sense, and which anchored that movie's near superhuman grief...
...Until the Faculty really adopts such an initiative, however, our optimism must be tempered. The reported inertia and apathy in new course development may yet condemn students to recast versions of the hollow Cores. As of yet, no new courses have been created under this Gen Ed category. Of existing courses approved to count for credit, only one, Mathematics 154: Probability Theory (which even Gen Ed Committee chair Jay R. Harris admits most students are never going to take), is not a hold-over from the Core...
...sound of my own voice, but I like to think that there’s something more to this masochistic urge to wander the streets of Cambridge at ungodly hours, carrying bags full of records I will play for an unknown and unresponsive audience. As I listen to the hollow sounds of people clapping at John Coltrane concerts on the LPs I’m spinning, I know it should be depressing that this is the closest thing I’ve got to social activity right now, but I really just can’t get too worked...