Word: paled
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Carl Sagan novel and said to be, in the words of its director Bob Zemeckis, the rare alien movie "rooted in true scientific believability." "We've done more for them than they do for us," says Price of Hollywood. A handsome, weather-beaten man with surprisingly still, pale blue eyes, he has no apparent enmity toward Hollywood, even though he once got what sounds like the brush-off when he tried to persuade his second cousin, the late producer Don Simpson, to make a movie based on Roswell...
...years ago, Dineh Mohajer, 24, was a premed student memorizing hydrocarbon chains and looking forward to a lazy summer of shopping and hanging with friends. Today she runs Hard Candy, a company she started on a whim after mixing pale blue nail polish in her bathroom to match a pair of sandals. Last year's sales: $10 million. This year's projection: $25 million. "Someone asked, 'Why do you make nail polish for young girls with colors called Pimp and Porno?'" she recalls. "I thought, 'O.K. You're taking yourself wa-a-ay too seriously.' Like, pimp is slang...
While all these problems detract somewhat from the academic experience of thesis writing, they pale in comparison to the hassles of the Class of '47 or '72, professors...
Summer love is a phenomenon as old as, well, summer, but a lot of designers have decided that the summer of '97 is the season for romance. They're offering up delicate feminine frocks and fluid wide-legged pants that caress the body like a breeze. Pale tones, cool watercolors and neutrals are popping up all over in soft materials such as light wools, chiffon, crepe de chine and jersey. For the more daring, there's the citrus palette, with all its variations on lime green, orange and yellow. And for the downright bold, sheer fabrics are moving into daywear...
This is where education becomes private; this is the nub of it. It is out of sync with the conventional images of education in America. Write about those images: the teacher is a pale, bloodless deacon, drained by unrequited longings, preposterous, out of things. She is the withered maiden; he is Ichabod Crane, humiliated to death by the village nitwit. The only way he gains respect is to become Glenn Ford in Blackboard Jungle and beat up the classroom hoods. There are exceptions like Mr. Holland's Opus. But the rule is Arnold in Kindergarten...