Word: whooshes
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...modern-day Rip Van Winkle were to fall into a deep sleep for the next ten or 20 years, he might wake up to the whoosh of trains being propelled through the air by superconducting magnets. He might observe crowds of commuters toting supercomputers the size of magazines. In average homes, he might see 7-ft. TV images as crisp as 35-mm slides and enticing new food products concocted in the lab. But if he could read the labels on those futuristic creations, he might also discover the outcome of America's struggle to remain the leading technological superpower...
With a barely audible whoosh, the large doors at the entrance open to a spacious glass-walled hall filled with lush green plants and the soothing sound of a trickling miniature waterfall. But the sleek municipal building in Machida, a bustling city in central Japan, is not a pristine botanical garden. The enticing entrance is merely the facade of a $65 million facility built to handle a dirty job: recycling the wastes of the city's 340,000 residents. "We collect roughly 100,000 tons of garbage a year and convert it back into valuable materials," says a smiling Kenichi...
...little nicer, a little faster, Lewis finished the first of his four encores, the 100-meter dash, in his best time ever -- but second to the Canadian who dusts the world. "I've been working twelve years for this moment," said Johnson, the fastest human by a considerable whoosh. "I sailed right through." The Games found an early kind of king in the Jamaican-born sprinter who churns insides in every country. And he was not the only excitement...
...approaches on its track, 23 ft. above the ground, it fails almost all the tests of recognition: there are no engines, no wheels, no rails. Most astonishing of all, there is no clatter, no rumble, no screech. As the train hurtles by, there is only a vast whoosh, the sound of air being parted by a vehicle traveling at close to 300 m.p.h...
Call it circus theater. As the show begins, a dozen drably dressed country people, simple villagers caricatured with half-masks, wander into the tent's single ring. They look timidly at the ropes and rigging, the aerialists' gear. . What if . . . Whoosh! Colored smoke floods into the ring; lights swirl. A mysterious sprite materializes from vapor: the beautiful and alarming Queen of the Night (Angela Laurier) is here, not just to call the circus into being but to transform the peasants themselves into clowns and acrobats. Instantly a fat old uncle (Michel Barette) is undressed, then recostumed as -- Help! -- the show...