Word: hums
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...levels in relatively free markets. The result is easily the most stimulating atmosphere of any East-bloc country. But even Hungary is demoralized by the housing shortage that plagues all of Eastern Europe; 47% of the Hungarian population is crammed into one-room dwellings. Still, executive suites in Hungary hum with excitement as managers pore over computer printouts, circling moneymaking products in green, average earners in yellow, and losers in red. Collective farms operate small handcraft industries. Budapest's fashionable Váci Utca, now closed to auto traffic, is packed with shoppers who stroll past well-stocked jewelry...
...housed, has offered playgoers: Subject to Fits (a free-form fantasy based on Dostoevsky's The Idiot), Slag (claustrophobic feminine hysteria in a decaying British girls' school) and Here Are Ladies (see below). The handsome landmark building on Lafayette Street in Lower Manhattan carries the exciting bee-hum of dramatic activity on every floor. Here is life, imagination, audacity and skill...
Shorts? Absolutely. And not just the ordinary old ho-hum sportswear type, but a brand-new outrageous variety, cut higher, tighter and altogether skimpier than anything Ruby Keeler ever kicked in (see THE THEATER). No longer fashioned of sturdy standards like denim and broadcloth, the current crop is made of flashier stuff-mink and monkey fur, silk and satin, calfskin, chiffon and cut velvet. The accepted generic term, hot pants, lends the style the leering inference of an adolescent joke. But short shorts are no joke; they are serious business, and women in major European and U.S. cities are currently...
...hedge around with poetic hemmings and hawings, cute blushes, inarticulate murmurs, and so forth. A lot of what I'm supposed to admire is stuff that bores me and that I can't understand and that I can't understand and that its adorers can't explain. Ho hum...
...breathless revelations of profound new sensual experiences, experiences most of us old normal deadheads have known for years. Seems like the "T-group" encounter amounts to little more than an adult rekindling of the pubescent awakening accompanied by an unrestrained display of their current hang-ups. Ho-hum. I hope the next encounter-group alumnus I meet will have already gone through withdrawal...