Word: like
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...time he died, in 1978, Rockwell occupied a place somewhere between Vermeer and Disney, a hard spot to locate, much less evaluate. But whatever else he was, Rockwell was the road not traveled. You go through this show wondering what 20th century art might have been like if it had not been so quick to put aside anecdote, draftsmanship and the raptures of watching paint do its dead-on imitations of other stuff. In short, what it might have been like if it valued more what Rockwell did. Given the essential places where painting had to go, places where Rockwell...
...soon as I got the iBook, by the way, I knew the Irish-pub idea was out. The machine turned out to be more feminine than I expected. It's a zippy little laptop, but the rubberized blueberry-and-white clamshell design looks like something Barbie would use. I'm still willing to consider that experiment as soon as Apple makes a wireless machine that looks good next to a pint of Guinness...
...Like all softhearted computer geeks, I have a profoundly emotional relationship with all things Macintosh. Windows PCs have always struck me as cold, tense machines prone to byzantine internal-code conflicts; their Apple counterparts are easygoing, intuitive open books. For very little effort, Macs provide a lot of reward. Right now, they're the only machines capable of making the Internet revolution happen for everyone, not just the techno-savvy top tier...
...AirPort base station, a little UFO-like device that plugs into your phone line, acts as an Internet radio transmitter. Your iBook, iMac or G4 PowerMac loaded with an AirPort card can be online (or hooked together) anywhere in your home, without wires, at 56k connection speeds (AirPort also supports superspeedy cable modems or DSL). Since normal wireless connections creep along at 9,600 bps, this is nothing short of revolutionary...
...game show, Stein is tortured by his losses. That mix of shock, disbelief and self-hatred isn't rehearsed; he says he sees a $250-an-hour psychiatrist to deal with his fear of losing. Stein's wallet is stuffed with affirming notes from the psychiatrist that say things like "This game does not measure your real intelligence, which no one would ever question" and "You are a star, and they can't take that away from...