Word: suburbanization
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Christian Slater plays Mark Hunter, a disgruntled New York kid who finds himself stuck in the Arizona desert going to an enormous suburban high school where his father is the District Overseer. With all-weather lockers outside and students who seem to always be "hangin' loose," the school's placid environment is infiltrated by a mysterious independent radio programmer. Mark, at exactly ten o'clock every evening, cranks up his short-wave radio system and plays Happy Harry Hard-On to the many teenage listeners of his school (which very coincidentally match the initials HHH of the high school, Hubert...
...needs a briefing?" I wanted to ask him, in my brother's favorite suburban high school-ese, "Advise much...
...poly figures enacting scenes from the Wars of the Roses, is so curiously ungrand. Not all of that is Blore's fault -- the squat thrones themselves, one with EIIR embroidered on it and the other with P for Philip, were done in 1953 and look Hollywood-Ruritanian, if not suburban. You can't help reflecting on the amount of lobbying from aspirant title seekers that has focused on this red room over the past century...
...chamber and blood from the lungs pumping into the wrong side. The doctors recommended to the Lakebergs that Amy and Angela be allowed to die. "We sort of pleaded with them to take the babies off the ventilator," says neonatologist Dr. Jonathan Muraskas at Loyola University Medical Center in suburban Chicago, who tended the twins from their birth and agonized for weeks before deciding that intervention was futile. "Let's feed them and keep them warm. Let's put them in God's hands, so to speak...
...hours. Engineer Jim Metzger, 42, flicks his eyes like beacons from digital screens inside his cab to the roadbed and back -- right hand on the throttle controlling 11,400 horses, left hand on the three-tone whistle, two longs, a short and a long at every crossing. Past suburban backyards and friendly waves, through the West Point tunnel, rolling from 35 m.p.h. to 50 m.p.h. beneath the hulking mansions of the great rail barons, visionaries and crooks. This is power, this is excitement, this is the guts of America...