Word: macked
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...George would buy a few new big shiny belt buckles with Mack trucks and Uzis engraved in brass, he might win over a few common Americans. He might also reignite a fashion trend that died prematurely...
...life, which he departed in December at the age of 92, Hammer was a textbook case of furor Americanus: a bullying blowhard with an ego like a Mack truck, whose main aim was to parlay a genius for negotiation (which he had) into a Nobel Peace Prize (which, luckily for the prestige of that award, he never got). His career as humanitarian and Maecenas was loud, insubstantial and based on hype, although he did do one good thing for the National Gallery in Washington by giving it a major collection of old masters drawings, many bought with the advice...
Despite his seasoning, Culkin was by far the most natural of the hundred or so boys Columbus auditioned for Home Alone. "The others seemed to be playing to the moon and the stars," says Columbus. "Mack was very real and very honest. He seemed to be a real kid, one that you wouldn't be annoyed with if you had to spend two hours with." To induce Culkin to learn his lines, Columbus rewarded him with a game of Nintendo after each day of rehearsal in the Chicago studio where the picture was shot. Culkin was also entranced by Columbus...
...professor can't be much more confusing than he (or she) already is, and the rest of us can rest assured that we are all safely in the boundaries of neutrality when we speak to one another. So what if we don't understand a word of it? Alexandra Mack...
...writers are not above a few slap shots and kidney punches. The anthology's contributors, for the most part, are stronger on aphorism and assertion than on analysis. They also indulge in an awful lot of navel gazing, often in a tone of self-satisfied righteousness; witness Dana Mack's account of being brave and lonely as a student at San Francisco's Lowell High School. The book's two essays on film, by Bruce Bawer and John Podhoretz, seem tendentious and repetitive...