Word: necked
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...sultry, elegant, shot in black and white. A tuxedo-clad man stares appreciatively at the long, thin legs of his companion. The woman, with demure pearls around her neck, has an empty smile on her face and very high heels on her feet. The ad, entitled "Reflections on Lindsay," is for Hanes pantyhose...
...Eliot's emotional disintegration during his 20s: his emigration, against his family's wishes, from the U.S. to England and, once there, his disastrous marriage to Vivien Haigh-Wood, a vivacious but increasingly unstable partner whom Virginia Woolf once described as a "bag of ferrets" around Eliot's neck. To read The Waste Land's overwhelming catalog of cultural decay is also to eavesdrop on a typical evening with Mr. and Mrs. Eliot. The wife is overheard: "My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me./ Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak...
...then, how many Jewish sled-dog trainers can there be? Damned few besides Ed Blechner, 41, over in Addison. This mountain man was born in Queens and frequented an Orthodox synagogue in the wilds of Great Neck, N.Y. And what about the Beth Jacob Synagogue in Montpelier, where Orthodox, Conservative and Reform all worship together under the same roof? There's a Nobel Peace Prize in there somewhere. "Unfortunately, this is newsworthy in the Jewish world," concedes R.D. Eno, publisher of a bimonthly called KFARI, which means "my town" in Hebrew, and subtitled The Jewish Newsmagazine of Rural New England...
...attended synagogue regularly since late childhood, when, in preparation for his Bar Mitzvah, he walked to shul, or synagogue, and avoided automobiles and telephones on the Sabbath. Then came varsity football at Union College and Outward Bound's Hurricane Island School and a world beyond Great Neck. "I used to feel funny among Jews," he recalls. "I had taken myself so far away that I was a stranger in my own house. I just got too assimilated...
...movie opens with Waits getting into a bed surrounded by large glowing colored boxes, which, we discover later, make up his concert set. By the bed is a TV buzzing with static; Waits harrumphs and coughs, scratches himself, sits on the bed to shave his neck, then, curious, points his electric shaver at the set and hits the button: zap, the fuzz snaps for a second to Waits furiously singing. Hmm. He hits the shaver again--Waits in a Lone Ranger mask. Again--Waits in a satin white jacket. Chuckling, he turns away, pulls a sheet over his boots...