Word: landed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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LOOK, I KNOW how you feel. You're fed up with Harvard and grades and competition. You just want to say to hell with it all and take off, alone, to breathe fresh air, to live off the land, to think, really think. You're so close to loading up your dusty backpack that the slightest nudge of encouragement would send you on your iconoclastic, transcendental way. Be forewarned then-don't go see this play. You'll meander over to Walden Pond during intermission...
...really deep? And now we're getting into the swing of it don't you admit, after all, that when you've got it, you haven't, and that what this genesplicing, color-telly gaping, declining-church-attending, microwave-warmed McDonald's Mom's apple pie-ing land needs is "common sense for modern times"? Of course you do. Yeah. But how many more times are magazines like East West Journal going to jump on this bandwagon...
...Canada's most compelling problems relates to its vast size and its geographic regionalism. Quebecers find themselves cut off from British Columbia in western Canada by thousands of miles of land and by the Rocky Mountains. When this feeling of isolation is compounded by a feeling of cultural dissimilarity, the people soon lose their sense of a common national identity. Unfortunately, more than three-fourths of Canada's 6 million French-Canadians live in Quebec where they outnumber English Canadians 3 to 1; the remaining French-Canadian population lives mostly in the adjoining provinces of Ontario and New Brunswick. Canadians...
...some extent, the vet-school crush is a reflection of the back-to-basics, return-to-the-land ethos among the post-Viet Nam young. Says Craig Williams, 29, a senior at Cornell: "I thought it was the type of profession where there would be a lot of freedom-freedom about where 1 could live and what I could do." Adds Ronald Schafer, a junior at the University of Illinois: "Most people are motivated by respect for the animal kingdom...
That bass-filled lake, separated by marshy, stream-laced, uninhabited and largely trackless terrain from Sanford, Fla., could not be reached by any land vehicle. The 25-mile trip was made by the chopper in 15 minutes. After landing at lakeside, we unloaded three inflatable rafts from the back of the H-H, pulled out the rods and bait, drew down a screened canopy to make an outside lounge, and were paddling on the lake within 30 minutes...