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Word: plasticity (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...waxed wooden floor of lane 49 shines, dividing the darkness of the otherwise empty alley. Sitting in one of three connecting plastic chairs, Professor Robert D. Putnam leans down to lace up his maroon and tan aerosol-sprayed shoes, and smiles: "The only thing that's off the record is if I bowl a gutterball...

Author: By Alicia A. Carrasquillo, Sarah L. Gore, and Samuel Hornblower, S | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Bowling with Prof. Putnam | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

...Getting as comfortable as possible in the plastic chair, Putnam reduces his theory to a sound bite: "Because of TV and two career families and sprawl and so on," he says, "we no longer feel comfortable bowling in leagues...

Author: By Alicia A. Carrasquillo, Sarah L. Gore, and Samuel Hornblower, S | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Bowling with Prof. Putnam | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

...Interrupting Putnam on his roll, the computerized stick figure cuts in with a merciless dramatization of a gutter ball. "I bowled a one", my fellow FMer says sheepishly as he sits back down in his plastic chair...

Author: By Alicia A. Carrasquillo, Sarah L. Gore, and Samuel Hornblower, S | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Bowling with Prof. Putnam | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

...Then, suddenly, there it was--The Somerville Waste Management Transfer Station. Situated on a bit of an incline, the transfer station--a type of garbage sanitation drop off point for Cambridge--boasted a weathered brick facade and a high chain link fence. The fence was laced with plastic blinders that obscured the first three levels of the enclosed camp. Two breaks in the fence granted the green, white and maroon trucks access; the diesel tri-axles would lumber in with their daily deposits...

Author: By Ariel B. Osceola, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Down in the Dump | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

...around in a tuxedo and plastic lei, a conical hat affixed to your head with an elastic chin strap, washing down fish eggs with carbonated white wine, as some glorified Bar Mitzvah band plays Public Enemy's Don't Believe the Hype, has always seemed to me a pretty lame way to spend the night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Don't Believe the Hype | 11/1/1999 | See Source »

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