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Word: microsecond (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...banks sharply left and dives. Crammed into a cockpit no bigger than half a phone booth, he has the sensation of "riding on the tip of a pencil" when he wrenches the F-16 sideways, almost upside down. The tank appears below him through his canopy ceiling. For a microsecond the world is turned on its back. Anderson is pulling the stick toward him to "lift" the plane horizontally and down. Simultaneously, he eyes a cockpit screen called a heads-up display. The tank, seen distantly through the screen as if through a window, has to be matched...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Nevada: A Rodeo for Throttle Jockeys | 3/21/1988 | See Source »

...fable about a bulldog who falls into mad maternal love over a winsome kitten. But even in Warner's usually violent cat-eat-bird, rabbit- humiliate-duck world, character is at the base of the comedy. Each nuance of eyebrow makes Bugs' almost inhuman sangfroid seem more endearing; each microsecond of exasperated deadpan underlines Daffy's status as Hollywood's least placable loser; every syllable of Sylvester's lisp or Pepe Le Pew's fetid French intensifies the viewer's ability to believe that these creatures are not only personalities but gifted movie stars. Bugs, even when dolled...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Show Business: For Heaven's Sake! Grown Men! | 9/9/1985 | See Source »

This much is known: a part of the enormous energy released by a nuclear explosion can be converted to powerful X rays by rods projecting from an atomic device in the microsecond or so before the rods themselves are vaporized. The beams are so powerful that they need no "dwell time" at all; they could knock out a missile or warhead instantaneously. Less precision is necessary in aiming them; an X-ray laser "beam" as wide as two football fields would have great destructive power...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Exploring the High-Tech Frontier | 3/11/1985 | See Source »

...speed that had been his hallmark. The dancing feet and lightning hands were slowed. He managed to land a few punches, but when he did, they had no sting. Holmes shrugged them off and bored in. Ali, who once could snap his head away from oncoming punches with microsecond precision, now was tardy, then immobile. Holmes pounded away with jabs that jerked back the ex-champion's neck and with whistling hooks that pounded through Ali's defenses...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Requiem for a Heavyweight | 10/13/1980 | See Source »

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