Word: hovers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...enormous group, 60% to 80% of the population, whose situation is approaching the despair of sub-Saharan Africa or Bangladesh. Of Argentina's 32 million citizens, close to 10 million are below the poverty line (a family income of less than $100 a month) and an additional 15 million hover just above...
...least 1925, so De Chirico's dreaming, spatially deceitful piazzas and arcades, with their phallic locomotives and long-shadowed statues, had an immense resonance both inside and outside Italy. Their influence on surrealism was crucial, but their reveries about past and present, nature and culture, memory and desire also hover behind much Italian art from the '60s to the '80s, such as the richly metaphoric sculptures of Giovanni Anselmo or even (more distantly) the structures of Mario Merz...
...past two years even exceed the Higher Education Price Index, which tracks the prices of goods and services that colleges and universities purchase. According to D. Kent Halstead of the Washington-based Research Associates, which calculates the HEPI, these costs rose by nearly 5 percent last year, and will hover around 3 to 4 percent during the next several years...
...damage is insidious. Noise above 100 decibels -- a whining power saw, for example -- flattens the tiny hairs in the inner ear that transmit sound to the nerves. These hairs usually return to normal, but repeated assaults by high-decibel rock -- concerts routinely hover around 120 -- can cause them to lose their resilience permanently. Stereo earphones blasting away for hours may be a greater threat than concerts. Says Audiologist Dr. Thomas H. Fay, of Columbia-Presbyterian Medical Center in New York City: "It's like the nozzle of a fire hose has been stuck down the ear canal...
Always at the street corner, always at our side, often at our mercy. The wild- eyed man blocks the subway-car aisle, slinging curses and entreaties. The gray madonna and her smudges of children hover outside the church, despair incarnate. The glib hustler in designer jeans glides down the movie line. The kids with the grimy windshield rags orbit the intersection. The old man with no eyes sits on the steam grates in winter in a wet cloud of pain. The obsequious panhandler waits outside the automated-teller machines, where wallets are full and walls are transparent. Somehow, always never...