Word: manias
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Bebe Moore Campbell: I have a mentally ill family member. So I've been coping with my loved one's disease, which is bipolar disorder, for about nine years. That really opened the door for my learning about mental illness, about 72-hour holds, about mania and episodes, and everything that I touch upon in the book...
...already been introduced to the networking mania on my first day in DC. At an orientation meeting, the three congressional and advocacy group staffers who spoke stressed the importance of greeting as many peoplestaff as well as internsas possible during the summer. Who knows, the staffers said, these contacts might be the key to a job in DC. Youll have a stack of business cards this high, one of them said, putting a considerable gap between her thumb and index finger...
...Eighth Street regulars consider themselves the college of cardinals for this amiable sacreligion; that must make Sal Piro the pope of Greenwich Village. Piro, a tubby, T-shirted imp of 35, was just a member of the audience when Rocky mania started blooming a few blocks away at the Waverly Theater in 1976-77. But now he has seen the film 873 times and cheerleads a half-hour pre-show routine in a style that blends the early Jerry Lewis with the late Paul Lynde. Tonight Sal does a little break-dancing. He asks for a show of hands from...
...anyone can buy the equipment to go into business. The tables are warped, the felt ripped and the balls chipped, but at 30 a game they offer cheap recreation and an easy chance to gamble. If no storefront is available, the tables are set up outside under streetlights. The mania is an apt symbol both of China's love for things Western and of the new freedom to make money in imaginative ways. One evening a young man watched as several players began a game on his table. Leaning on a cue stick and nodding at the scene, he observed...
Vienna, staged off-Broadway in a church, has a sporadic text by Historian Charles Mee Jr. but nothing like a narrative. Played behind a gauzy scrim, it juxtaposes lyrical nudity and erotic mania, chivalrous honor and military obsession. Some of the images may be dreams, recounted by Freudians in the city where he practiced. Some are chillingly literal and hint of worse horrors yet to come: one woman, speaking in German of a pleasure jaunt, appears to mention Dachau, where the Nazis built a concentration camp. Most striking, however, are the wordless tableaux: the supple blond man who, with boots...