Word: pastness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...gunshot, and McGuire is soaring, carving S turns into the air, swooping over a winding creek. When he lands, he is a speck on a path along the creek. He hurriedly packs his chute and then, clearly audible above the rushing water, lets out a war whoop that rises past those mortals still perched on the dam, past the commuters puttering by on the roadway, past even the hawks who circle the ravine. It is a cry of defiance, thanks and victory; he has survived another BASE jump...
When a BASE jumper dies, other BASE jumpers say he has "gone in," as in gone into the ground or gone into a wall. "I'm sick of people going in," says Fillipino. "In the past year, a friend went in on a skydive, another drowned as a result of a BASE jump, another friend went in on a jump, another died in a skydiving-plane crash. You can't escape death, but you don't want to flirt with it either." It may be the need to flirt with death, or at least take extreme chances, that...
...this period, the number of men who reported they always used condoms fell from 70% to 61%. "For some gay men, there is a sense of inevitability of becoming infected," says Michael Scarce, 29, a doctoral student in medical sociology who has been researching the barebacking phenomenon for the past two years. Scarce says that rather than living in fear and wondering when their next HIV test is going to return positive, some men create an infection ritual. "It really is a lifestyle choice," he says. "It comes down to quality of life vs. quantity of life...
...since beaten Agassi twice on hard courts, but the matches were close enough to have rekindled new interest in the Great 1990s Tennis Rivalry (That Didn't Happen). "It's good for tennis in America to have us two going at it like we've been the past couple of months," said Sampras after their third dance. "I feel a certain buzz with the rivalry kind of kicking...
...risotto. This is the life of a man who knows grandeur. I simmer the chopped onions and fennel in a pool of butter and shave Parmesan into a bowl while my clients sit on the front steps, enjoying the last of summer in St. Paul, watching people stroll past, waiting...