Word: tinned
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...frail to move from its abode in the Philadelphia Museum and is represented by a Swedish-made replica. Begun in 1915, the Large Glass is, as its title suggests, an elaborate sexual metaphor seeded with puns and techno-images. In the lower panel the nine sad little bachelors, mere tin soldiers in the game of sexual strategy, signal their desire through intervening bits of machinery to the floating "bride" above. As Freud said in The Interpretation of Dreams in 1900: "The imposing mechanism of the male sexual apparatus lends itself to symbolization by every sort of indescribably complicated machinery...
...Rosemary Omuga had other things on her mind. Since testing positive for HIV in 1992, the Kenyan mother of four has lost both her job as a midwife and her home. Today she barely earns enough to keep her children alive and cover her $12 monthly rent on a tin-roof shack in one of Nairobi's most fetid slums. Treating her illness is low on her list of priorities. In a good week, when she gets paid to give talks about AIDS to employees of the local railway company, she manages to scrimp enough to buy a palliative...
DIED. IRVING CAESAR, 101, Tin Pan Alley lyricist whose words to Tea for Two, Swanee and many other popular tunes have become a treasured part of the musical lexicon; in New York City...
...thinking man's proletarian, Dennis Franz, who swings by Martha's Connecticut home for a glass of punch). Throughout her holiday special Martha preaches cheap elegance, counseling us to wrap our gifts in inexpensive tulle and tissue paper, showing us how to make tree ornaments out of tin. "I'm trying to get back to handmade stuff," she declares. "Christmas is too rushed, too harried, too expensive." And too jam-packed with TV specials from less thoughtful personalities, like Kathie Lee Gifford. Could she teach us how to make pillows stuffed with balsam needles...
...took to Everyone Says I Love You on just that simple level. But we've left out the song-and-dance routine he stages in a hospital corridor. And the novelty number in the funeral parlor. And the fact that the streets through which his people hoof and warble Tin Pan Alley chestnuts are not glamourized back-lot representations of New York City but the real, gritty thing. You can't see the dog poop, but you know it's there...