Word: brushful
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...villages like Ganthier and Petit Trou de Nippes, half the young men live in the brush. They return to town in the morning, after the army patrols have stopped, to collect food and money from their parents. In Ganthier, the local priest says the men fled after soldiers discovered that they had formed a group to discuss politics. "They just want to kill somebody," he says. "The people are living in hell." Even the mayor of Port-au-Prince, Evans Paul, lives in hiding. Ever since paramilitary thugs shot up city hall last September, he has not returned...
...probably began with a stroke of lightning on a juniper or spruce tree, or in the oak brush that dotted the parched sandstone slopes of Colorado's Storm King Mountain. For three days the fire behaved itself, apparently stalled on a mere 50 craggy acres near the resort town of Glenwood Springs (pop. 5,800), 60 miles west of Vail. Extinguishing it fast did not seem a high priority; 13 other fires were burning nearby, and more than 100,000 acres blazed elsewhere across the hot, dry U.S. West...
...movie has two virtues essential to good pop thrillers. First, it plugs uncomplicatedly into lurking anxieties -- in this case the ones we brush aside when we daily surrender ourselves to mass transit in a world where the loonies are everywhere. Second, it is executed with panache and utter conviction. Possibly this is because Speed is the first feature for director Jan De Bont and writer Graham Yost, and they haven't yet learned all the bad things that can happen to good (and not so good) moviemakers in Hollywood. They can get all the instruction they need about such failings...
...department's brush with extinction--which galvanized students, faculty, and nationally renowned linguists--spurred a debate that will continue to face Harvard in the future: How does the University assess the validity of an academic field and determine its status in the curriculum...
...have reminded him of the Dutch seacoast, but what mattered most to his paintings in the late '50s was the experience of getting there, being driven up Route 495 -- fast movement through unscrolling American highway space. Hence the road images of 1957-1958, in which the full-reach, broad-brush speed of the paint becomes a headlong road movie, analogous to Jack Kerouac's writing (though without its hectoring blither) or the photographs of De Kooning's friend Robert Frank. See America now! And you do -- in abstraction; you feel its rush and tonic vitality in the toppling blue strokes...