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...your head. There’s no need to schlep your homework-ridden self down Mass Ave., freeze in line for half an hour, pay $20 dollars, and then press yourself up against the drunk, smelly, orange-bearded guy bouncing around next to you who isn’t afraid to bellow lyrics out louder than the guy on stage. Some argue that true innovation is born in concert. Maybe that’s true, but it’s an innovation I find myself more and more willing to sacrifice. Maybe it’s the schoolwork, or maybe...
...Didn’t we invent robots to do more interesting things than move glacially and hold red fans? Damn Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics; shouldn’t robots be threatening our lives by now? Robots really blew their chances—America was so afraid of them like 10 years ago, but they’re pretty robo-passé.Then, a hologram of Beck appears above them, and all is made well, somehow. He flashes in and out of existence, looking like the communications systems from “Star Wars...
...Brian S. Gillis ’07-’08 was struggling. “I would just walk around Boston for hours,” he says. “I don’t want to call it depression not because I’m afraid of calling it depression. I’ve realized it wasn’t depression. It was an existential, spiritual thing.” Gillis’ wanderings left him with a head full of questions and notebooks full of low grades. By December he was faced with a choice...
...long for those days. Now many of us are so afraid to criticize each other that I find myself manually ticking away the seconds in my notebook to pass the time in some courses (excluding this semester where all my classes are excellent) out of dreadful boredom. Perhaps we now have so much faith in economics that we only challenge each other’s assumptions. Or maybe we’re so jaded by interest group politics that we think our opinions don’t matter anymore...
...fate led her to Burma. For years, she had suffered bouts of depression, which she thinks runs in her family (her grandmother, a merchant's concubine in prerevolutionary Shanghai, committed suicide in front of Tan's mother). By 2000, her anxiety had become debilitating. "On the street I was afraid I'd be stabbed in the back," she recalls. "I thought somebody would break into my house and kill me there. I couldn't write. I couldn't walk. I had severe numbness in my feet, to the point where I was looking into getting a motorized wheelchair." Her affliction...