Word: penciled
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Oldest known pencil in the world, owned by Count von Faber-Castell...
...kindergarten, Lance Landers lunged at his teacher with a sharp pencil. In sixth grade, he drew pictures of himself clobbering kids with a baseball bat. By the time he reached middle school in the resort town of Gulf Shores, Ala., he would spit into trays of food in the cafeteria, hurl batteries at other students and disrupt classes by jabbering nonsensical words he claimed were Spanish. Most mornings he greeted the principal with "Hello, motherf__!" Lance taunted bus drivers by saying he paid no price for misbehaving...
...moment that crystallized JP Miller's feelings about Cary Stayner, now 37, came in 1987, when the morose young man of 24 reluctantly showed him his prized pencil drawings. Miller spent countless hours with the Stayners preparing to write I Know My First Name Is Steven, the NBC mini-series based on the Steven Stayner kidnapping case. "I kept at him, and eventually he kind of confided very shyly this dream he had. He wanted to be an artist," Miller says. He saw no second coming of Picasso in the sketches but said to Cary, "'Why don't you send...
...sunny, straight-talkin', conservative cowboy from out West against the tense, aloof, out-of-touch elitist from back East. In other words, he's trying to assume the role perfected in 1980 by Ronald Reagan (but without all that pesky ideology) while casting Al Gore as the pencil-neck child of the Establishment. During the 1980 G.O.P. primary, that thankless role was played (and this is what makes the whole thing so delicious) by W.'s father George Herbert Walker Bush. "That elitist label was so unfair," says George W.'s strategist, Karl Rove, who has to say that sort...
Anything without hands takes 10 times the patience and three times the duration. I got worse before I got better. A lot worse. I almost left school. First I couldn't hold a pencil. It hurt to get dressed. Then I couldn't hold utensils at dinner. I was reduced to sandwiches. Then I couldn't lift sandwiches. Soup in a glass through a straw, I joked. It wasn't funny. The first time someone offered to feed me, I cried right in Annenberg, furtively, making like I was scratching my nose but actually sopping up tears, hoping like hell...