Word: trainings
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...satire of an essentially self-satirizing genre (though it is entirely hip in its cross-references). Rather, it uses the archetypes of its time to impart a certain moral and melodramatic force to its story. Its kid hero, Hogarth, is full of bounce and bravery; the car-gnawing, train-wrecking giant is enthusiastically educable in his genially klutzy way. But the largest fun lies in the other characters: jut-jawed Kent Mansley, the funny-dumb government agent who has bought into the whole duck-and-cover thing; Dean, the beatnik junk sculptor whose cool helps thwart Kent's heat; Hogarth...
...TRAIN YOUR BRAIN Now that bathing-suit season is almost over, you can ease up on the stomach crunches and focus on a decidedly more important part of your anatomy, your brain. Mind Gym, from Simon & Schuster Interactive ($30), aims to boost your mental agility with a series of fun, silly games. Begin by answering a few odd questions: Could a trout be mayor? Would you read a book called, 10 Steps to Health, Wealth and Happiness? If you answered no to both, you may not be very open to new ideas, scolds the CD-ROM's sarcastic, British-accented...
...attest to it just the same. For example, backpackers will be familiar with the intensely enjoyable experience of speed-reading through a non-stop, ever-changing flow of strangers. We band to navigate the foreign landscapes, bond to negotiate the lonely timespans, and then each one gets on the train to shuttle off towards more people to whom to say goodbye. It doesn't stretch the imagination any to view this period as a microsection of real life. Hey, you want to do the Great Wall with me today? Hey, you want to marry me and bear my children...
...read these reports and warnings, and almost canceled a trip I had planned to Cornwall last weekend. I was going for the beaches, cliffs and seaside towns, a break from the dirty city air. The reports made me think I would have to stand during the six hour train ride, push through crowds on tiny streets and fight for a spot on the sand. But I was fixated on Cornwall, and left for the coast with one of my friends...
...next day, as I sat comfortably on the train, I realized that the warnings had been for naught. The train's route ran alongside the A30 highway, which had been opened especially to accommodate eclipse traffic. We waved to a happy woman in a silver BMW convertible who was speeding along the highway with no other cars in sight. There was a jubilant mood among the other passengers in our car. They downed wine and beer and talked excitedly of their plans to soak up some rays before the eclipse...