Word: kodak
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Steely-eyed toilette finished, our man has transformed himself from a work-stained Charlie Manson into a square-jawed yuppie with a crinkly smile that could sell miles and miles of Kodak film. Whistling cheerfully, he cruises downstairs past a wall smeared with bloody handprints. Tension and soundtrack build as we wonder just what our cheerful quick-change artist is up to. Then, smiling wistfully, he pauses to pick up a child's toy. The camera follows him down, and there, sprawled messily across the living room, lies his butchered family...
...many once paternalistic companies, the cost cutting has produced stunning changes in the corporate culture. Eastman Kodak, which has always prided itself on being a home away from home for its workers, has closed its employee bowling alley and billiard rooms, and no longer provides dinners with dance bands. Reluctantly abandoning its virtual guarantee of job security, the company trimmed away nearly 13,000 of its 129,000 employees last year as part of a program to save $500 million annually. Says Kodak Chairman Colby Chandler: "The principal object is to make the company more agile, more competitive and more...
...beneficial if it spurs a town to diversify its economy and attract space-age industries to replace traditional ones. Brockport officials, for example, hope to lure a cluster of high-tech companies. As a drawing card, they point out that Rochester, with its universities and scientific companies like Eastman Kodak, is only 18 miles to the east of Brockport. As soon as Black & Decker finishes packing up its equipment, the village will be able to offer a large, modern industrial plant to interested companies, saving them the cost of building space. Bartlesville officials, meanwhile, hope that the city's large...
...when I took my seat in the packed theater, after having endured a ten minute Kodak slideshow featuring lots of pictures of ice crystallizing, and dogs, and beaches, and sunsets, and black holes, and umbrellas, and kite-flying, and gap-teethed kids gobbling psychedelic spools of never-eat-anything-bigger-than-yer-head cotton candy, my heart was going pitter-pat. It really was. I, err, looked forward to this thing, this piece of space-detritus with more zeros at the end of its comet-tail budget than the rounded-off totality of the Harvard endowment...
When the craft finally skids to a halt at the bottom of the humongous Eastman-Kodak screen, fog bubbles up from the floor of the theater, and olfactory stimuli (Blown circuits, melted metal, Vicks Vapor Rub) tingle the audience's orgiastically flaring nostrils. Honest: Huxley's Feelies are alive and well and playing every hour on the hour (even as you read this) in the heart of Central Florida...