Word: palmed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Hillary Rodham Clinton's brother Hugh, a Miami public defender, has never run for public office, but he may run for the U.S. Senate in 1994. After consulting Hillary, who was addressing the Florida Democrats' convention, Rodham assured state party officials that he had his sister's support. Palm Beach County Democratic leader Ted Brabham (who co-chaired the state's Clinton for President effort in 1992) then pledged $3,000 for a poll to test Hugh's appeal. Another Florida politico advised Hugh that he must prove his independence by differing with his sister about something. Hugh bravely chose...
...clear that the region was being visited by another of its many afflictions, this one nearly biblical in scope. Within two days, 100 fires raged through the state, 13 of them major. Flames shot 70 ft. in the air and made 50-ft. leaps across canyons and roads. Palm trees exploded; $1 million homes seemed to combust spontaneously. At the beach, black smoke hung over the surf, and in downtown Los Angeles a steady "snow" of flake-size ash fell. Elsewhere the embers glowed red and started new blazes. In many areas, day became night as soot obscured...
...sure it was just a mistake that I didn't received the blessed candles, because I am a believer. I believe in other worlds and other lives, I believe in destiny and fate, and I believed, before I'd even met her, in Psychic Mrs. Gina and her Palm and Card Readings...
Call me weak, but I felt that if Mrs. Gina read my palm, then all my problems would be solved. The paper I had to write would be indefinitely extended, our toilet would be unclogged, and the crowd of unfamiliar men and women on my floor visiting for Head of the Charles would mysteriously disappear...
...substance, Generation X paints a fairly bleak self-portrait. The narrator drones on about his inane life, his inane friends and their inane lives, and his own pseudo-dys-functional family. The nominal plot revolves around three friends in Palm Springs, California, who spend most of their time swapping wacked-out parables that are supposed to contain within them, somewhere, the meaning of modern life (or lack thereof). The message? You guessed it, Butt-head: it sucks. Everything sucks. "Our Parents Had More," one chapter wails; for good measure, Coupland throws in an appendix of figures illustrating that, in fact...