Word: mylar
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...WATCH THIS EVENT WITHOUT ADEQUATE EYE PROTECTION The sun may look dim through sunglasses, unexposed photographic film and CDs, but it can cause permanent blindness. The only safe way to look at the transit is through No. 14 welder's glasses or a Mylar filter certified for sun observation (some manufacturers have made such filters into goggles). If you aren't absolutely sure that's what you've got, you can avoid frying your retinas by making a pinhole projector, right, and watching indirectly...
...parents and I were eating dinner when the cheerleaders rang the doorbell. It was the night before Thanksgiving; the pair of cheerleaders carried posterboard, crepe paper and a three-foot-tall gold mylar balloon shaped like the number seven. When I showed them upstairs to my little brother’s room their platform sneakers thumped delicately, like rubber mallets wielded by diffident elves...
...from the door lintel. The poster taped to his mirror read, “#7 Can Kick That Ball 2 Heaven...Just Use Ur Golden Toe. From Your: Cheerleader Shelli.” Red, white and black helium balloons bobbed against the ceiling. The cheerleaders had tethered the gold mylar seven to the window fan. I took pictures, supposing that nobody would believe me otherwise. My brother’s room seemed (well, seems—he’s not likely to dismantle it any time soon) so unbelievable because it seemed so anachronistic. I live 67 miles from...
...their work. Some even use hobbies as an excuse to put off retirement, like New Yorker Arnold Greenberg, 68. Eighteen years ago, the onetime lawyer bought a popular travel bookstore on New York City's Madison Avenue. Now he works five days a week, covering his acquisitions in clear Mylar covers and talking with buyers about Baedeker's guides. He has no thoughts of stopping. "I just signed a new lease. Let's just hope I live that long!" he says with a chuckle. As you grow older, he says, "the big mistake you make is to stop doing what...
...lack imagination,” I said, tacking down a loose edge of the gold Mylar with some more scotch tape. He rolled his eyes...