Word: max
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...flew on combat missions in Viet Nam. Scobee entered astronaut training in 1978 and helped fly the 747 that carried the shuttle spacecraft between ground stations. As pilot of Challenger in 1984, he guided the spacecraft so that fellow crew members could retrieve a broken Solar Max satellite, which was repaired on board and later placed back into orbit. At an in-flight press conference, Scobee and the mission's four other astronauts showed up in T shirts that read ACE SATELLITE REPAIR...
...eaten annually in this country. The tariff increase reflects U.S. resentment at the protective duty Europeans maintain on citrus imports from this country. This higher tariff means that consumers will pay 10% to 15% more than the current 70 cents to $1.10 per lb. of imported pasta. According to Max Busetti of the National Pasta Association, in Arlington, Va., it is the principle that counts. "Naturally, the Italians are incensed about the tariffs," Busetti says. "For them, it is such an emotional product, especially in the wake of recent strains. The increase was on the front pages of all Italian...
...begins the roundelay by lurching into a mad pash for the beautiful, cheerful, lost Lee. Perhaps he is weary of Hannah's competence; she is a kind of live-in social worker for her sweet, nerdy husband. Lee, for her part, is tired of baby-sitting her European boyfriend (Max Von Sydow) and is ready to find another professorial loser to whom she can teach the facts of love. Meanwhile, Holly flounces desperately among Mr. Wrongs until she finds Mickey, a TV producer and the only person in New York who worries more than she does...
...story should seem familiar: 1984 a year late. But as in so many key movies of the decade (Blade Runner, Diva, the Mad Max films), texture is text here, submerging the plot in a garage sale of 20th century detritus. Brazil is a place, like Stalin's Russia or the British welfare state, where everything is planned but nothing quite works. A Rube Goldberg spy machine kibitzes with a roving bloodshot electronic eye, then wheels away in a deranged gait. Giggling plastic surgeons do their "snip snip slice slice" with metal clamps and Saran Wrap...
...paintings, notably Wols' scratched, muffled lumps of inert matter, pathetic as the scribblings on the wall of some mental dungeon, and some of Gunther Ueker's nail reliefs from the early '60s. But it is hard to raise much enthusiasm for Richard Oelze's spectral streetscapes or even late Max Ernst, let alone the sensitive but essentially academic abstractions by Willi Baumeister or Ernst Wilhelm Nay. Such things seem included as tunings-up for what the organizers of the exhibition evidently consider their orchestral climax, the reappearance of the expressionist mainstream...