Word: veer
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...find it highly ironic that MaryBeth A. Muchmore summed up her review of the play The Day of the Dogs (Arts, April 10) by accusing it of "veer[ing] a little too far into the realm of absurdity." Had the reviewer been familiar with Martin Esslin's The Theater of the Absurd, an indespensible text for anyone studying 20th century theater, she would have known that elements of the play with which she found fault are, point for point, markers of absurd theatre...
...visually rich, stunning scenes, taking advantage of the small space to create a flow of constantly changing motion and color. The stage frequently transforms into tableaux which are tiny gems of visual creativity: The visual imagination of the director seems to have been working overtime, and the results often veer brilliantly into Magritte country...
...controller was responsible for the incident. While the Nations Air flight had been cleared by civilian controllers to approach JFK, military air traffic control failed to inform the F-16 pilot that the airliner was in the area. While the F-16 pilot?s commander quickly instructed him to veer away from the airliner, Air Force officials so far have no plans to reprimand the pilot for hanging frighteningly close to the commercial plane after it was obvious that it was an innocent craft. To prevent future mishaps, Major General Donald Peterson said the Air Force would give regular training...
...change for fear of irrelevance. Hopefully, that fear will not cause it to lose its ordinary reasonableness for some temporary gain in popularity. The inclusion of perspectives necessary to open debate is one thing. But with the direction the good ship Liberal is now traveling, it very well may veer so far off course that it will not be able to find its proper and good destination...
However, it's another story on the other side of town--down by the river in my concrete estate. I leave Lamont and the Yard, sinking my head into my scarf. I veer out of my way to choose the brightest and most populated streets. But in Harvard Square after 10 p.m. on a weeknight, it's no easy task to find people outside. I closely follow whoever is walking towards the river, pacing myself on the heels of random students who must wonder why I appear to be stalking them. Yet there is always a stretch I must...