Word: sorting
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Your cover story tells us that the mood of the country is "hopeful-sort of." The Americans you talked to all expressed hope that one man can lead us into better times. I hope people do not expect one man to lead us into a brighter future without "We the People...
...Caribbean, hung a sharp left at Cape Hatteras, and barged up the East coast, cancelling countless resignation parties with her homicidal winds and warm monsoon rains. But for those who sat smack in the storm's path, Belle set the stage for a very different sort of party...
...genes" can possibly influence everyday affairs--we wonder if she believes in atoms? "Did the U.S. wage war in Indochina in order to spread American genes?" she queries in blithe ignorance. It is obvious to anyone with a modicum of reasoning powers that Professor Wilson had nothing of the sort in mind when he wrote his book, but was simply suggesting that biological factors as well as environmental effects influence man's well-known penchant for aggression. Such a suggestion, especially considering the vast weight of evidence that backs it up, does not seem particularly far-fetched, nor does...
...course, had to overcome the handicap of being unable to communicate with his fellow fielders. Many of his teammates learned sign language. But the men who played alongside him, for example Tommy Leach during the 1899 season and Hall of Famer Wahoo Sam Crawford during 1902, listened for a sort of throaty squeak he made when calling for a ball...
...section motifs, derived from imporivsation directed by guest choreographer Aileen Passloff, are simple as well: huddling in a mass, journeying in a chain of linked arms, imitating birds and horses and animal-demons. Yet the logic of how one section plays off against the next is puzzling. What sort of beings are these--ancient creatures, spirits, dream images? It's easy to scoff at program notes that read, "In a sense it's a journey into ourselves"--until you lie awake recalling the shaman's grimacing trance-like stare...