Word: skies
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...leading men, Nathan Detroit (Geoff Oxnard) and Sky Masterson (Jason Mills), cannot be praised enough. The bumbling Nathan, trying to balance his beloved crap game and his doll Adelaide, goofs things up to near disaster but remains one of the most hysterically funny--and sweetly romantic--'guys' in the entire production. Mills, no stranger to the Hasty Pudding stage, lets the less farcical side of his acting abilities shine through while still making the audience howl with laugher and exuding a voice to swoon over...
...Chile's sky hasn't fallen in. And despite Madeleine Albright's fear that General Augusto Pinochet's extradition would destabilize the fledgling democracy, Chileans actually appear to be growing tired of the saga. "The military and a small number of right-wing protesters vented their frustration in tough talk following Britain's decision," says TIME reporter Elizabeth Love. "But there's no threat to democracy." After all, there would be little logic in the military again seizing power when the civilian government has already exhausted all diplomatic means of winning Pinochet's release...
...bike--two, three times a month. But we said very little. In the still, blank autumn afternoons like these, our silence abetted the season. One of us would open with some typically male, moderately hearty greeting; the other would follow with an observation about essentially nothing, like the lowering sky; the other would grunt or nod; John would pedal away, and that would be that...
First day of gun season: sky lowering gray, trees like dark iron. Pickups tucked in the bushes along dirt roads. Men, bulky with layers under hunter's fluorescent orange, have slipped into the forest and up the ridge. Now and then from the interior, a dull, concussive...
...video game is transcendent; Zelda is a great video game. At this moment, for instance, I'm at Lake Hylia in the mythical land of Hyrule. Imagine being inside an animated Japanese wood-block print. The sun is going down (it really is--you can track it across the sky), causing colors to punch out and deepen. I'm fly-fishing in peerless blue water--yellow sunlight bounces off the surface--and fat lunkers lurk below. When one at last strikes at the red-feathered lure, lake-floor sediment swirls like a dust cloud...