Word: washing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...house lights dim. The chatter pauses as the room falls into darkness. Suddenly the stage is assaulted by a wash of brilliant, clashing colors, the air throbs with musical tension and five college-age students leap onto the stage, armed with their instruments. The band, The Rhythm Method, has arrived...
...years, Eastern's hourly no-frills flights linking Boston, New York and Washington have been the backbone of the Bos-Wash axis. Habitues have dubbed the $75 ride between New York and Washington, which combines the convenience and discomfort of a subway, the "cattle car." Anybody who is anybody in New York and Washington takes it at least twice a week. Senators, football players, lobbyists, lawyers and bankers scuttle between their spheres of influence, elbowing one another at the gate for favored seats. In Nora Ephron's Heartburn, the shuttle serves as a leitmotiv of power. Complaining about the shuttle...
...public telephone. By staying mobile, dealers can remain one step ahead of the police or rivals who might be hunting for them. These days, with drugs moving by land, sea and air, the paging device is likely to turn up anywhere. "It's not uncommon for pagers to wash up onshore," concedes Ann Director of the Telocator Network of America, the Washington trade association that represents radio common carriers. Nor is it that unusual for beepers to be found in schools among both suspect students and those who are merely trying to be hip. Says George Vaughn, chairman...
...that Julius has are typical yuppie angst, his problems, yuppie difficulties. The humor is even yuppie humor. For instance, Julius and his new roomie, Stefan (Uwe Ochsenknecht), are doing their laundry and he foolishly puts his blue jeans in with the rest of the load. Of course, the entire wash turns blue. Stefan, who is an illustrator gets annoyed at first, but then says reflectively, "I guess I'll be in my blue phase...
...Prequel" is one of those smarmy coinages, like "brunch," that make a self-respecting user of language want to wash his mouth out with whisky. Brunch can be avoided by not getting out of bed before noon on Sundays, but prequel -- ptui! -- probably is inevitable for works such as Richard Condon's rowdy new novel, a report on the formative years of the author's lovable but dumb Mafia assassin Charley Partanna...