Word: yawningly
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...sitting in a Minnesota jail on Sept. 11, for immigration violations. The 19 actual hijackers died with their victims. Some architects of the attack, like Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, have been captured; others, like Osama, have not. But Moussaoui is the only one to come to trial, to smirk and yawn and taunt and defy those who confront him. It may be satisfying to make him a surrogate for the smarter, more elusive enemies still out there, and pour down onto him all our restless rage and aching loss...
...know you had. You could take everyone’s favorite poststructuralist gender theoretician, Judith Butler, and her old sparring partner, Donna Haraway, to most 1970s horror films and watch them battle it out over a cappuccino after the movie. Nowadays, they’d probably just yawn endlessly like I do at the horror-junk Hollywood churns out. A hypothetical conversation after “Demon Seed” could be: Haraway: “She’s birthing a cyborg, dammit! Its artificiality is deconstructed to expose human volition.” Butler: “You?...
...doubt I'll ever try it, though. In a state where a visit to the nearest Home Depot can take a whole weekend and require a motel stay, a person wants a large and gutsy vehicle capable of cruising uphill at 90 m.p.h. and allowing its driver to yawn and stretch his arms while his passengers doze or play Scrabble in the backseat...
...which is why I subscribed to the service in the first place and why I'll maintain my subscription despite the fact that it often makes me feel as though America were a high-tech hologram and I were a futuristic ghost. This feeling struck me acutely during a yawn-inducing 10-hour drive from Montana to Colorado via Wyoming. Except in feeble, quivering bursts, normal radio signals can't conquer that barrenness, but thanks to some wonderful gizmo in outer space, I was able to stay in touch with the most minute developments in the Michael Jackson trial...
Just as the choice for the title of the record might suggest, Mice Parade is subtle music made by subtle people. It feels extremely small, and it’s meant to, like the musical equivalent of a shrug, a sigh, a yawn...