Word: souped
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...Mexico. It would cause Lake Pontchartrain, north of New Orleans, to overflow, pouring down millions of gallons of water on the city. Then things would really get ugly. Evacuation routes would be blocked. Buildings would collapse. Chemicals and hazardous waste would dissolve, turning the floodwaters into a lethal soup. In the end, what was left of the city might not be worth saving. "There's concern it would essentially destroy New Orleans," says Suhayda...
...prayer in my Texas high school. Until my family moved there from Chicago, my religious experiences, with a Jewish father and an Irish-Catholic mother, were brief and infrequent. For two days every autumn, I accompanied my dad to synagogue while my mom stayed home making matzo-ball soup, brisket and kasha. At services I sometimes crept from the auditorium and found a game room, where I played pinball like an uptight burglar, braced against discovery. I had a Bar Mitzvah and recited the Hebrew words of my service from memory without comprehending them, but my Little League game later...
...people who live by a river, just like trees planted by one, tend to be more rooted. Cairo, Ill., was a typical stop. The two-block heart of Main Street there looks like an abandoned movie set. The old brick buildings are crumbling. Only a beauty shop and a soup kitchen show any life. Once a stop on the Underground Railway for slaves (Mark Twain's Jim was hoping to head north from there), it was ripped by racial protests in the 1960s and '70s and has never fully recovered. But Main Street was recently repaved with bricks and fake...
...find that all their names have flown out of my head before I even reach the bean dip? What does it mean if I walk into a room on an errand of some kind and discover that I can't remember if I came in for a dictionary, a soup spoon or a socket wrench? After a certain age, does everyone's cranial zip disc start to fill up? Or worse, can mundane, mid-life memory glitches actually be warning signs of such later-life dementia as Alzheimer's disease...
...there anything in Hollywood more frightening than the possibility of more Flintstones sequels? E! hopes so, having chosen a sort of Tinseltown Twilight Zone for its first fictional series. Coming from the home of snide, shoestring productions like Talk Soup, this noirish anthology is surprisingly slick in look and earnest in tone. It sometimes earns a good satiric laugh, but mostly it's dead serious, more so than the corny dialogue ("A lot of dirty little things get whispered in the night") and predictable plots deserve. As for making show biz scary, isn't that why we have...