Word: martianize
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...earnest young woman recently proposed that all ethnic jokes be replaced by Martian jokes, in order to preserve goodwill. This is an absurd suggestion: in addition to making hypocrites of our spacemen, it would call for a return to the old-time two facedness described by White. If Americans refuse to accept the fact that all people (including victims of racial bias) are prejudiced to some degree, they risk losing the ability to distinguish racism from ethnic humor...
...strength in athletes' legs. Then there were Borg's instincts. He was fitted with enough quickness even before trophy was installed, magnified by his almost eerie eyesight. "He's a robot from outer space," was always Court Jester Ilie Nastase's hushed theory, "a Martian." But of all the elements of the world's best tennis player (from 1976 to 1981, at least), his concentration was the most astounding. As it turns out, that beady-eyed resolve, not the legs, went first...
Grok: to understand; originally a Martian word in Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land...
Flushed of face, a little white in the knuckles and after a send-off of what appeared to be one tee many martoonies, Science Fiction Novelist Ray Bradbury, 62 (Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles), nervously strapped himself into his seat. The master of intergalactic fiction was embarking on his first airplane flight. (He doesn't even drive, a rare feat for someone from Los Angeles.) Bradbury, who set out by train and limousine, was returning home from Orlando, Fla., where he had taken part in the opening ceremonies of Disney's new Epcot Center. After over 40 years...
Feeling a bit like a Martian. I hovered around the edges, mute, having nothing to add. RBI's? ERA's? Pitching stats? It meant nothing to me. It was then that I finally realized something that has been welling up inside me since I was very little: I hate baseball. There--I've said it. Address all hate mail to the Crimson, please...