Word: kitchener
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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More seriously, this shortcut society is changing the way the family functions. Nowhere is the course of the rat race more arduous, for example, than around the kitchen table. Hallmark, that unerring almanac of American mores, now markets greeting cards for parents to tuck under the Cheerios in the morning ("Have a super day at school," chirps one card) or under the pillow at night ("I wish I were there to tuck you in"). Even parents who like their jobs and love their kids find that the pressure to do justice to both becomes almost unbearable. "As a society," warns...
...only would the office be transformed. The American household soaked up microwaves, VCRs, blow dryers, mix 'n' eat, the computerized automobile that announces that all systems work and it is getting 23 miles to the gallon. The kitchen was streamlined with so much labor-saving gadgetry that meals could be prepared, served and cleaned up in less time than it took to boil an egg. Thus freed from household chores, Mom could head off to a committee meeting on social justice, while Dad chaired the men's-club clothing drive, and the kids went to bed at 10:30 after...
...Where is the time to go up to the mountaintop? Technology is a diversion from life. You can be transfixed. I'm not sure that technology doesn't remove us from each other, isolate us. In architecture we're seeing demands for media rooms. What ever happened to the kitchen as a gathering place...
...retorts, pumps, air-scavenging systems, condensers and plastic piping during a "burn." Says Bernard: "If you set it up right, nobody knows where you are; it's no big thing." Bernard is a virtuoso of camouflage by misdirection, of hiding the obvious in plain sight. Once, this kitchen crew recalls delightedly, they cooked a batch on the shore of Lake Elsinore, a popular tourist spot near Los Angeles, tending the bubbling retorts in a round-the-clock paranoid marathon. "We came in four 'Vettes, pulling ten jet skis, followed by the RV," recalls Bernard, stroking a mustache that adds only...
...motor home, stripped of furniture and crammed with glassware and supplies, was parked in the trees next to a friend's lake-side shack. "They skied and chased girls while I cooked," Bernard remembers. This was no home- kitchen production with towels stuffed under the door to contain the pungent odor of the process. This was a major manufacturing operation disguised as a beach party, using black-market chemicals to produce 100 lbs. of crank, presold to a buyer in Grants Pass, Ore., for $15,000 a lb. Almost a million net, even before the powder hit the streets, sold...