Word: jump
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...European and Japanese cars have had to be more economical because they haven't had our resources," Paisley replies smoothly. "They probably have a five-or ten-year jump on us in small-car development, but we're catching up." The old challenge and response trick...
...argues that Americans overuse the word decadent, without knowing what they mean by it. They use it to describe a $50 bottle of Margaux, a three-hour soak in the tub, a 40-hour-a-week television habit, the crowds that tell the suicide to jump, a snort of cocaine. And yet Americans mean something by it. The notion of decadence is a vehicle that carries all kinds of strange and overripe cargo-but a confusing variety of meanings does not add up to meaninglessness. Decadence, like pornography (both have something of the same fragrance), may be hard to define...
...either cannot do efficiently or that people can do better for themselves. That, of course, is a direct affront to Keynesian doctrine. Beginning in the mid-1930s, Establishment pillars of the dismal science have propagated Keynes' captivating notion that governments could tame beastly economies, making them stand up and jump through hoops. His prescription succeeded in lifting Western countries out of the 1930s Depression that had been triggered by an almost complete collapse in demand both in the U.S. and in Europe. Keynes' idea was simple enough: if people were so fearful of the future that they simply would...
...found she could catch them both on different nights.) It may be tourists getting so caught up in the music at the ethnic dances of the Texas Folklife Festival that they jump onstage with the costumed dancers. Or Jazz Vibraphonist Gary Burton performing in Boston's Copley Square during one of the seven concerts a day scattered across the city by Summerthing...
...virtue of their loud, inane squels of girlish fun. They raced around in shorty nightgowns, short-sheeted beds, watched TV, hung out their windows and flirtatiously called down to men, and played cute little pranks like getting some guy to burst into my room at 3 a.m. and jump on my bed while they laughed maniacally outside. Welcome to summer camp. One of them, Lori, was a real space shot; she babbled in a soft, coy voice and wandered about in heavy makeup, glassy eyed. The other, Tamara, was an aggressive, competitive overachiever who raved about her work, her perfect...