Word: ironic
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...back street in the capital of Phnom Penh, and you come upon a former girls' school, bare except for the rusted beds on which Pol Pot's men interrogated victims, and the U.S. munitions cans they used as toilets. Display cases are littered with the hoes and shovels and iron staves they used to brain people to death; along the walls, hundreds upon hundreds of black-and-white faces stare back at you, dazed or terrified, recalling the people, often children and often themselves Khmer Rouge executioners, who were executed here. One large wall is dominated...
Been there? Done that? Well, sure. But Brad Bird, who directed The Iron Giant, and Tim McCanlies, who wrote this handsomely animated feature, have given it a special urgency by the simple expedient of setting it in exactly the right time and place. That would be 1957 in a small town in Maine. It's a moment when cold war paranoia is at its height and isolated rural communities are the targets of choice for aliens in dozens of cheapo sci-fi epics...
...wraps his wrists and ankles, pulls a rubber respirator over his head and climbs more than 200 ft. into the narrow space between the Capitol's inner and outer domes. Gilbo, who lives in Georgetown, Mass., is part of a 10-man crew removing poisonous lead paint from cast-iron walls in temperatures that regularly soar above 100[degrees]F. "It's a pretty hostile environment," says Gilbo, who says he sweats off 4 lbs. during every 12-hour shift...
...sense for most adults don't have enough of the vitamins, minerals and other nutrients essential for growing bodies. "With the current emphasis on eating less red meat and fewer eggs, it's virtually impossible for kids to eat a balanced diet," Roberts says. The two biggest gaps are iron and zinc. Kids also aren't getting the calcium they need, in part because they're drinking more soda and juice and less milk than kids did 20 years...
...shadowed corner of the lobby at the National Press Club, someone set up a relic for display. Cast iron, with its maker's mark riveted to the front, the ancient Teletype machine looks ready to do battle once again after little more than a nap, spitting out headlines to chain-smoking reporters, getting even the most hard-boiled excited as it prints out "Flash...!" Anyone who stops to look closer at the immovable museum piece will see another quaint reminder of a time gone by in the newspaper business: the Teletype is stamped United Press International...