Word: brrrr
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...Brrrr...
...eight-miles-to-the-gallon RVs start homing off the interstates, their occupants damply chilled in the air conditioning, bathed in Dolly Parton from the tape deck. In shopping malls, supermarkets the size of National Guard armories feel as cold as meat lockers; housewives in pedal pushers go Brrrr as they load their carts with food encased in a wealth of nonreturnable glass, metal and paper. They shake their heads as they pay what the check-out computer demands of them, and pile the groceries into broad-beamed station wagons. At home, the automatic icemaker sighs and clatters...
...BRRRR! Reaching out to touch the frost-encrusted Ice Stick by Hans Haacke at the Milwaukee Art Center last week, visitors were expected to chill their fingers. All of the "Do Not Touch" signs in the gallery had been removed. OUCH! Gallerygoers could warm their fingers on three electrified aluminum columns that Sculptor John Goodyear calls Heat Sequence. And they could sit upon and be jiggled about by Royce Dendler's mechanized box titled Vibrate. By pressing buttons, they could activate David Jacobs' siren and two aluminum-and-rubber resonators, entitled collectively Mother's Mechanical Wonderful...
...this, Veronica sobs, slams and locks the bedroom door and leaves Ginger to warm his imagination on two quarts of beer. Armed with false courage and the recommendations of a cartoonist friend named Gerry Grosvenor, Ginger applies to the Montreal Tribune to become a Gentleman of the Press. But brrrr-tongued Managing Editor MacGregor, nicknamed Hitler by his staff, believes in starting everyone at the bottom, proofreading the galleys. On his night-shift "galley-slave" wages, Ginger cannot actually support his wife and teen-age daughter. To his disgust, Veronica gets a millinery job; to his shock, she leaves...
...jiggling rump of the reindeer, going like crazy across the virtually trackless forests, over ditches, tree stumps and fences. By the time the day was over, I had fallen off only once and had learned to speak the reindeer language fluently; this consists chiefly of the word brrrr shouted at the animal. It is supposed to slow the beast down. Apparently my accent was wrong; the reindeer kept going faster & faster...