Word: sightedly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...land of tolerance and of plenty." Visit the "Choeung Ek Genocidal Center," it urges brightly of the rural equivalent to Tuol Sleng, where executioners once beat babies' heads against trees, adding that Cambodia will be "an inexhaustible source of memories to each one of you." The main sight at the center is a 10-story-high shrine made up of skulls...
...realized that the warnings had been for naught. The train's route ran alongside the A30 highway, which had been opened especially to accommodate eclipse traffic. We waved to a happy woman in a silver BMW convertible who was speeding along the highway with no other cars in sight. There was a jubilant mood among the other passengers in our car. They downed wine and beer and talked excitedly of their plans to soak up some rays before the eclipse...
...realized that the warnings had been for naught. The train's route ran alongside the A30 highway, which had been opened especially to accommodate eclipse traffic. We waved to a happy woman in a silver BMW convertible who was speeding along the highway with no other cars in sight. There was a jubilant mood among the other passengers in our car. They downed wine and beer and talked excitedly of their plans to soak up some rays before the eclipse...
Shakespeare himself, who perfected the double entendre, would have appreciated the sight gags and lowbrow humor that comprise so much of this play. Traditional gags and constant physical comedy alone make this play funny, but rich word-play quickens and deepens the humor. The writers who created The Compleat Works are clearly Shakespearean scholars. "That which we call a nose, by any other name, would still smell," philosophizes one actor in the ten-minute version of Romeo and Juliet at the play's inception. Allusions to contemporary pop culture not only demonstrate Shakespeare's relevance, but allow the audience...
...years back, when we still had real winters in New York, the snow was so deep one night that I left my car at the train station and walked home. No cabs were running. Not a snowplow in sight. Even the mailman had bagged it. The street was perfectly silent--but for a familiar boxy, brown truck rumbling my way sporting the initials U P S. There, I recall thinking, is a stock to own--if only UPS shares traded publicly...