A History Of Dictionary. It is an opportunity for us to reflect on the language and ideas that represented each year. So, take a stroll down memory lane to remember all of our past Word of the Year selections.
The Feature Game I doubt if many of the aces I will be extolling in this story went into journalism with the faintest notion of creating a "new" journalism, a "higher" journalism, or even a mildly improved variety.
I know they never dreamed that anything they were going to write for newspapers or magazines would wreak such evil havoc in the literary world. Nevertheless, that is what has happened.
Damn it all, Saul, the Huns have arrived. God knows I didn't have anything new in mind, much less anything literary, when I took my first newspaper job. I had a fierce and unnatural craving for something else entirely. Chicago,that was the general idea. Drunken reporters out on the ledge of the News peeing into the Chicago River at dawn.
Nights down at the saloon listening to "Back of the Stockyards" being sung by a baritone who was only a lonely blind bulldyke with lumps of milk glass for eyes.
Reporters didn't work during the day. I wanted the whole movie, nothing left out. I was aware of what had reduced me to this Student Prince Maudlin state of mind.
All the same, I couldn't help it. I had just spent five years in graduate school, a statement that may mean nothing to people who never served such a stretch; it is the explanation, nonetheless. I'm not sure I can give you the remotest idea of what graduate school is like.
No picture, not even a blur. Half the people I knew in graduate school were going to write a novel about it. I thought about it myself. No one ever wrote such a book, as far as I know. Everyone used to sniff the air.
Nothing else like it in the world! But the subject always defeated them. It defied literary exploitation. Such a novel would be a study of frustration, but a form of frustration so exquisite, so ineffable, nobody could describe it.
Try to imagine the worst part of the worst Antonioni movie you ever saw, or reading Mr. Sammler's Planet at one sitting, or just reading it, or being locked inside a Seaboard Railroad roomette, sixteen miles from Gainesville, Florida, heading north on the Miami-to-New York run, with no water and the radiator turning red in an amok psychotic over boil, and George McGovern sitting beside you telling you his philosophy of government.
That will give you the general atmosphere. In any case, by the time I received my doctorate in American studies in I was in the twisted grip of a disease of our times in which the sufferer experiences an overwhelming urge to join the "real world.
This must be the place! I looked out across the city room of the Herald Tribune, moldering yards south of Times Square, with a feeling of amazed bohemian bliss. Either this is the real world, Tom, or there is no real world. The place looked like the receiving bin at the Good Will.
Wreckage and exhaustion everywhere. If somebody such as the city editor had a swivel chair, the universal joint would be broken, so that every time he got up, the seat would keel over as if stricken by a lateral stroke. The whole mess, from top to bottom, was painted over in an industrial sludge, Lead Gray, Subway Green, or that unbelievable dead red, that grim distemper of pigment and filth, that they paint the floor with in the tool and die works.
On the ceiling were scalding banks of fluorescent lights, turning the atmosphere radium blue and burning bald spots in the crowns of the copy readers, who never moved.Introduction This page has been written by Attila Narin who lived on Curaçao from to and visited Aruba and Bonaire towards the end of that time for a few days.
In other words, I know Curaçao much better than Aruba or Bonaire. For more about Curaçao, read Attila's Curaçao regardbouddhiste.comgh all three islands are culturally and geographically closely related, each island has its unique. The Capitol is illuminated in the early morning hours before the inauguration of Barack Obama as the 44th President of the United States of America January 20, in Washington, DC.
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