Word: slickers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Coming upon a city slicker at his favorite fishing hole, Thompson picks up a rock, carves an X on it, and offers the man a "proposition." He claims that he can throw the rock in the deepest part of the pond and have his hunting dog retrieve it. The man takes the bet, and the dog comes up with the marked stone. The slicker pays up, muttering about dumb luck...
...exemplifies the impeccable craft of his best work since then. Like much Japanese architecture of the past 25 years, it has a sci-fi quality: one section of the building resembles some enormous otherworldly blimp, the other calls to mind a high-tech samurai helmet. But unlike the slicker gimmicky UFO architecture (Kurokawa's earlier work, for instance), Maki's gym is restrained and sober, a mature fantasy. The flawless, parabolic stainless-steel skin is 1.6 acres in size but just about one-sixtieth of an inch thick...
...CORNER -- RELEASE OF DISSIDENTS MORE THAN A GESTURE. Taubman found in Sakharov's release not only Gorbachev's desire to soften international opinion but also his need to win over the Soviet intellectuals, a view increasingly held by Kremlinologists. Now that the hitherto heavy-handed Soviets have become slicker at manipulating opinion, it takes a little time to recognize that a package so wrapped in public relations may still have a kernel of truth inside...
...Larz Anderson Bridge. But the five novice rowers didn't know what to do, and I didn't know how to tell them. With some help from Phil, who had vaulted across JFK street to the other side of the bridge, and a very nice man in an orange slicker driving the Weld launch, we made it. A gentle reminder from my stroke that I was steering the boat directly into the K-School riverbank aside, I was giving commands, moving an eight-man shell in sort of a straight line...
...They're trackin' a mountain man, they're not chasin' a city slicker," contends Margarette Eckstein, who runs a roadside coffee shop in Burns Junction, Ore. Eckstein remembers Dallas well. "He was a gentle man, minded his own business, bought his gloves and candy bars," recalls the grandmotherly figure. Though she admits Dallas did wrong, she won't help catch him. "I haven't seen him," Eckstein professes, adding in a conspiratorial stage whisper as she delivers the cheeseburgers, "and if I had, I wouldn't tell anybody...