Word: letting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...problem comes, however, when past and future converge on the present moment--which is all we have to work with--and fight it out for supremacy. The old habitually say that everything was better when they were young--let's go back. The young are by nature sure that everything will be better when they come of age--let's go forward. In the former Yugoslavia, in Somalia and the Middle East, America has come in saying, "Make a fresh start!" And those caught in their ancestral rivalries reply, "How can we make a pact with the future until...
...process, we felt even more strongly that Einstein best met our criteria: the person who, for better or worse, personified our times and will be recorded by history as having the most lasting significance. I explain how we arrived at that conclusion in a story on page 48. Let us know if you agree. Either way, I'm confident that you'll appreciate the work of the great writers who make personal the legacies of all three of our finalists...
People who consider themselves sophisticated tend to disparage the making of New Year's resolutions. ("My resolution is not to make resolutions" is surely the most irritating rejoinder since the deeply annoying "Let's not and say we did.") But it's easy to see why the snobs wince. Yes, New Year's resolutions are glib, sanctimonious and self-serving. Yes, they are the haiku of holiday kitsch. But isn't glib, sanctimonious, self-serving kitsch the glue that holds us together as Americans...
...fair minded you should also have commented on the tresses of Hillary Clinton; her hair today is virtually the same shade as Suha's. But Hillary has not been a natural blond since she was a child. Maybe the two women even use the same commercial shade! Let's forget the size, colors and looks of people and speak of their ability to do their job. SAHRA COXE Birmingham...
McGinley's relationship to the game is interesting. So is Lauren Holly's with the crippled quarterback, finally letting the inner bitch residing beneath her cool jock's-wife beauty savagely surface. The trouble with the movie is its style, all handheld shots and short, jagged cuts. They're supposed to represent the barely controlled anarchy of the sport (and to let Stone touch on far too many narrative points). But almost three hours of this jitter deteriorates from bravura filmmaking to annoying mannerism, and Any Given Sunday ends up less than the sum of its many, often interesting parts...