Word: madding
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...sisters were the first people I ever talked to about stuff like that. In my family nobody talks. They just fight. Like last week I came from gymnastics. Right? And my brother was in a bad mood or something, so he pushed me. I got mad and I pushed him. We ended up in the kitchen, and he threw me against the window, which cracked, but I didn't fall out. And my mother started screaming and pushed me to one side, and I started screaming, and my other sisters started screaming. It's always like that. When we lived...
...father's worse. He's the worst. He drinks. He hits me. He's stupid. Yesterday, he came home and started fighting with my brother. I got mad at him. He says he was at my brother to give him a lesson, but he don't give anybody any lesson, doesn't; he's just mean. I smelled his breath. Smelled like liquor, and I told him. He said, "You shut up before I step on your face and throw you out of the house." And I say I'm going to leave the house...
...rapturously expressive in their rebellion against painterly norms before World War I and bitterly sardonic in their attacks on society after it. These artists rehearse the last phase of the exaltations and terrors of German romanticism. They are seen, by all but a tiny minority of Germans, as mad, bad and dangerous to know: frantic orphans of the fatherland, nut eaters, Nietzscheans, stargazers, communards, Spartacists, reciting overloud yeas to nature and nays to society. Among them are Ernst Ludwig Kirchner and Franz Marc, Emil Nolde and Karl Schmidt-Rottluff, George Grosz and Otto...
That story was so big that I wasn't even mad that Jones had disturbed my daily hour with my cartoon friends. That one toss of an uncirculated 1946 half dollar (the NBA was established in that year) gave the Blazers the right to draft a guy by the name of Bill Walton out of UCLA...
...first part, Crisp poses, postures and pontificates upon style, lifestyle and the pursuit of happiness. "In England," he asserts, "the pursuit of happiness is considered vulgar, but in America, everyone is mad about happiness." Needless to say, Crisp now lives in New York...