Word: oceaneering
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...acts of violence by terrorists, ranging from Basque extremists to Irish Republican Army gunmen to Palestinian guerrillas. But the perpetrators of last week's outrage-as well as their cause-were little known outside The Netherlands. The terrorists were Indonesians from the South Molucca islands in the Pacific Ocean, and they were demanding that the Dutch help them gain independence from the Jakarta regime...
...last word in family planning" is how Britain's Guardian described it. The paper was referring to the Bandaranaike clan of Sri Lanka (formerly Ceylon), who have managed to turn government into something of a family affair. At the head of the Indian Ocean republic is Mrs. Sirimavo Bandaranaike, the Prime Minister and widow of S.W.R.D. Bandaranaike, who held this post from 1956 until he was assassinated by a Buddhist monk in 1959. Since Mrs. Bandaranaike was last elected in 1970, an imposing number of her relatives-both from her own family, the feudal Ratwatte clan...
Dead Stick. Launching the shuttle should be relatively easy. Fastened piggyback style to two 149-ft. boosters and a 154-ft. tank of liquid propellant, the ship will lift off from Cape Canaveral. After separation, the solid fuel boosters will be parachuted back into the ocean, to be picked up and reused. The liquid-propellant tank, jettisoned after sending the shuttle into orbit, will not be reused...
WHAT REMAINS is best captured in a letter Abigail wrote two days after Christmas in 1778: "How insupportable the Idea that 3000 leigues, and the vast ocean now devide us--but devide only our persons for the Heart of my Friend is in the Bosom of his partner. More than half a score years has so rivetted it there, that the Fabrick which contains it must crumble into Dust, e'er the particles can be separated...
...nowhere with a great show of dignity, dragging the water for warmth with elegant fishnets. We are the crew, and now and then we jump over the side, but only to repair the nets, seldom to swim. Our boat belongs to a fleet which still fancies it controls the ocean, but our nets are the old liberal language and theories, which do not catch what we need now to grow; they certainly don't help us to recognize a pervasive ruin which has come quietly down upon the vast suburban sprawl so many of us call home, or to face...