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...those training sessions. Could it be that the ticket line is routed through an opening that measures fanny width in the way those templates that some airlines put on airport X-ray machines weed out carry-on bags that won't fit under the seat or in the overhead rack? Probably not. It's more likely that ticket takers are trained to eyeball patrons from the rear, in a swift and nonthreatening manner, and give the extra-large-approaching signal (maybe a quick puffing out of the cheeks) to an usher, who then asks, with a helpful look...
...hell even for the professionals. Water gushing from overhead sprinklers and strobe lights flashing; the clang of fire alarms hopelessly obscuring the screams and gunfire but not the explosions; reports crackling over their radios of not two gunmen but as many as six -- possibly hiding in the catwalks and ceilings of the Tuesday-afternoon war zone that was Columbine High...
...Sunday afternoon. Reading the entire 55-page poem through is akin to sitting through a ten hour film, and Girls on the Run features an additional hypnotism in the person of its girls. Shuffles shuffles, Judy suggests and Tidbit agrees: plunky spunkiness speaks through childish seriousness as planes fly overhead and the storm breaks. We should congratulate Ashbery for such luxuriousness--Girls on the Run is heroically aesthetic. Perhaps tragic, perhaps symbolic, Ashbery's poem benefits from the sheer two-dimensionality that a surrealist text always lends to its texts, delighting the reader at the most critical level of appreciation...
...They send 100 percent of the proceeds directly to the refugees, as opposed to other organizations such as the Red Cross or UNCIEF, which have more exorbitant overhead costs," Brillembourg wrote in an e-mail message...
...right. My first reaction, once I got moving, was, "Wow! This is fun!" I loved how the picture changed onscreen whenever I moved my head. Swinging to the left, I could peer out a window and see the Atlanta skyline; looking up, I saw overhead bins; straight ahead was my pull-down tray and a row of empty seats. Sure, some essential details were missing--barf bags, crying babies, passengers jabbing me with their elbows--but that was O.K. It would have taken a lot more than that to fool me into thinking I was really flying...