Word: buff
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Dates: during 1980-1980
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...shakes. Finally, Grand View Point comes in sight. Walk to the edge, 6,000 ft. above sea level. To the northeast, the La Sal Mountains loom, while before you in the distance tower the Abajo Mountains. Spread out below is an immense rock garden, burnished red and brown and buff. The sun bursts through the clouds, first lighting the Six-Shooter Peaks, then Cathedral Butte. The Colorado and Green rivers meander deep in the shadows, carving their signatures into the mesa with canyons 1,200 ft. deep. Five miles away, the joined rivers let out a thunderous roar...
...Reagan group is pretty receptive," Walske said. "I've got a hunch that everybody in town who's a nuclear buff will be throwing names...
...during a brief appearance on the Tonight show to promote Cosmic Connection, his first really popular book, he so impressed Host (and astronomy buff) Johnny Carson that he was soon invited back, for a choicer spot on the show. That second appearance gave Sagan a chance to tell the story of the evolution of the universe and the beginnings of life in his inimitable cadences: "Fifteen billion years ago, the universe was without form. There were no galaxies, stars or planets. There was no life. There was darkness everywhere." When Sagan's soliloquy ended, said a reviewer, 100,000 teen...
PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS denounced the horror genre as sexist, racist, sadistic, whatever, but that attitude has always struck me as priggish and unimaginative. At least until I sat through 12 torturous, claustrophobic hours at the Orson Welles and realized that even I--a horror buff since age six--had my limits. (The marathon did, incidentally, feature three superb films: Georges Franju's Eyes Without a Face, Peter Bogdanovitch's Targets, and Terence Fisher's Frankenstein Created Women, the latter boasting a marvelous performance by the superlative Peter Cushing.) I haven't lost faith in the form: horror has traditionally brought...
PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS denounced the horror genre as sexist, racist, sadistic, whatever, but that attitude has always struck me as priggish and unimaginative. At least until I sat through 12 torturous, claustrophobic hours at the Orson Welles and realized that even I--a horror buff since age six--had my limits. (The marathon did, incidentally, feature three superb films: Georges Franju's Eyes Without a Face, Peter Bogdanovitch's Targets, and Terence Fisher's Frankenstein Created Women, the latter boasting a marvelous performance by the superlative Peter Cushing.) I haven't lost faith in the form: horror has traditionally brought...