Word: paint
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...students paint their own pictures. A colleague of Jonathan's reads their responses to his death. One writes, "You were one of the few to understand us." Another: "Who will be there to tell me I can make it?" One laments that there will be no one around to argue with about the Knicks and the Yanks. Jonathan used to take the kids to ball games, and he never missed theirs. A student writes, "He has left me alone in this cold world...
Whether Xers stay home or strike out on their own, the generation gap yawns as wide as ever. Twentysomethings can paint a scathing portrait of their elders. "I think I was conceived on an acid trip," muses one Xer in the film Reality Bites. Another asks, "How can we repair all the damage we inherited?" Novelist Coupland, in a memorable essay in 1995, accused boomers, "pummeled by the recession and embarrassed by their own compromised '60s values," of "transferring their collective darkness onto the group threatening to take their spotlight." Indeed, pollsters find that boomers are markedly more pessimistic than...
...student of the crypto-eccentric school of modern acting, or, as he says, "I sometimes use broad strokes." He is being modest; at times his brush could paint Hollywood Boulevard in one swath. Known for his fierce preparation for a role, he lived in a car while playing the punk in Valley Girl, wore bandages off the set as a blind Vietnam vet in Birdy, videotaped himself drunk for Leaving Las Vegas. Some of his very early performances were mannerist bordering on the grotesque, and he was almost fired from Peggy Sue Got Married, Raising Arizona and Moonstruck...
Oppenheimer's trick, which is the beauty of his Hoopes Prize-winning film, "The Entire History of the Louisiana Purchase," is making sense of confused images, putting them together to paint a compelling portrait of America and its heartland...
...sell flowers?" I asked my mother. She suggested I could call all the hotels and cafes in town. Some said no; others just hung up. "That isn't the way you do it," my mother advised. "You have to paint them a picture. They have to actually see the sweet peas and smell them. Then they'll buy them...