Word: pied
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...million a season; the average salary is just over $1 million. During the past decade, baseball has grown from a sleepy $600 million business to an industry worth almost $2 billion. The strike, at its core, is over the simplest of economic issues: how to divide this growing pie. And while economics is as riveting as a two-hour rain delay, it is central to the stalled negotiations. The clash involves base self- interest and primal greed: the owners want to put a cap on how much players can earn; the players want to defend and expand the right...
Richard Dooling is impartially derisive in his caustic second novel, White Man's Grave (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 386 pages; $22). He chucks a custard pie at every face that shows itself. There's Randall Killigan, an Indianapolis attorney who glories in the dismemberment allowed by bankruptcy law: the wrenching of great financial chunks from the carcasses of not-quite-dead companies. And there's young Boone Westfall, newly employed to reject legitimate claims at his father's sleazy insurance company. "Why do you think they call it work?" Dad asks, when Boone objects that cheating widows and orphans is tedious...
...Pie for dessert. 1) Microwave your pie (avoid the too-dense boysenberry). 2)Put a scoop of white frozen milk confection on it--yogurt or ice cream, you never know. 3) Show visible ecstasy in front of your friends as you feast...
Music: Spike Jones' orchestrations called for pie pans...
...like Laura or Chloe, played it straight for a minute and then revved it up double-time and orchestrated it for tuba, kazoo and other instruments that mimic indiscreet bodily functions. Then he set this raucous pastiche to a junkyard syncopation of washboards, cap pistols, Klaxon and bicycle horns, pie pans and garbage cans -- augmented by bird whistles, brays and tag lines from radio ads ("Super Suds!" "Bromo Seltzer!" "Beeeeee Ohhhhhh!") -- until the whole thing sounded the way Fibber McGee's closet clattered, the way a Tex Avery cartoon looks, the way Bart Simpson's mind works...