Word: excalibur
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...perps, according to game officials, are usually seasoned hunters from all walks of life who can afford customized Browning rifles, Leupold scopes and $800 Excalibur crossbows. They're wily and they're stealthy, like the deer stalker Nores apprehended a few years ago. He was trawling Saratoga, Calif., an enclave of million-dollar homes, in his wife's new Honda, a $2,000 rifle and low-noise ammo hidden under his kids' coloring books in the backseat. "Sometimes it's almost like an addiction with these guys," says Nores...
...face each other through the rushing curtain of a waterfall. The man, with machine gun poised to fire, represents civilization and its discontents; the boy, his bow and arrow taut, seems very much the noble savage painted in jungle pastels. In Deliverance, Zardoz, Exorcist II: The Heretic and Excalibur, Boorman set these same elemental antagonists, intellect and instinct, on a collision course. Here, though, he has added a crucial twist. Tomme (Charley Boorman) is the man's son, abducted by a Brazilian Indian tribe a decade earlier and raised as a wild child. For Tomme, his father (Powers Boothe...
DRINKIN' BUDDY At last, a personal digital assistant that's worth bending an elbow for. The BarMaster ($29.95), from Excalibur Electronics, is a chic, flask-shaped gizmo that lets wired boozehounds search for the perfect drink by name, ingredient and even glass type. It also knows a few drinking games. Cheesy pickup lines not included...
...nothing bickerfest. In large part this is because he refuses to highlight the Administration's litany of achievements. Democrats, both inside and outside campaign circles, say they are perplexed by his decision not to make a move that should be as natural as King Arthur's taking Excalibur from the stone. "I mean, can we let it soak in that we've had the best economy in the history of the world for two minutes before having to say we're not satisfied?" says one Democratic strategist, sighing. By late last week it was an exasperated Clinton, not Gore...
...ready for an atavistic, pre-petroleum winter. I stand in the yard, knee deep in bright orange maple leaves, and study the grain of the firewood, lazily choosing the straight grains first, the ones without knots or ropy torques that will clutch the blade and hold it, stuck like Excalibur. Splitting wood is a crude, rustic version of diamond cutting. Read the grain right, strike it there, and the wood bifurcates (chunk!) with algebraic cleanness...