Word: ballpoint
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Ballpoint Pen 1938, designed by Hungarians Ladislao and Georg Biro...
...play a game. I'm in charge, but you don't know who I am. You don't know the purpose of the game. In fact, you know only one thing: you're It. You go home, turn on your TV and find newsman Daniel Schorr insulting you. Your ballpoint pen leaks all over your expensive shirt. You are given keys but not told what they unlock. Then things get nasty. Someone is framing you, trying to drown you, shooting at you. Uh-oh. It's dawning on you: this "game" is not a game...
...also known as the first Steven Carrington on Dynasty), beat out Martin Scorsese and Steven Spielberg, among others, for the rights, and the book will be published in time for Christmas. Orson Welles, who studied at the Art Institute of Chicago, wrote and illustrated the story using India ink, ballpoint, gouache, watercolor and typewriter, and included such cinematic scenes as Saint Tropez's headless body drifting onto the shores of the city. "I've seen a lot of fetes, fiestas and festivals, every sort and variety of saints-day high-jinks all over the world," he wrote, "but never anything...
...makeshift waiting center set up in the auditorium of Grady Memorial Hospital, a mile from the park, shaken relatives and friends of victims gathered in search of information about their loved ones. From time to time, a Red Cross nurse would appear and read out names written in blue ballpoint pen on her rubber gloves. Much of her news was reasonably good: most patients had only minor injuries. Meanwhile, those waiting traded stories about the night. "It didn't seem like a real bomb to me," said John, a young British man who was crying as he waited for news...
...year old cousin held a sign with my Chinese name traced in blue ballpoint pen on the inside of a Marlboro carton high above the crowd awaiting relatives and friends. I recognized the characters on the carton as it bobbed up and down with the black heads that surged to meet the bus. "That's me," I said, taking his sign and double checking the characters to make sure. Almost immediately, I was swarmed by young people. Two female cousins, hair swept back in identical, long pony tails, each grabbed me by the arm and tugged in opposite directions. "Oooh...