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...moment about how this e-romance phenomenon reflects the sad state of Harvard's dating scene. Though, I can't help but observe that students here tend to bottle up their romantic energy until certain organized mass-releases such as when their house throws its annual "debauchery party" or "bare as you dare dance." Some may wait even longer, like until one week before their graduation...
...theaters on Wednesday morning at 12:01 a.m. And with pre-sold-out, round-the-clock showings in every theater from here to Tatooine -- and an estimated 2.2 million people playing "Wookie Hooky" from work Wednesday -- no earthly force (sorry, Force) can keep it from pulling in, at the bare minimum, a record $100 million by Monday...
Albright had been working almost daily with Russian Foreign Minister Igor Ivanov on this issue since January, when she flew to Moscow to tell him--during an intermission of La Traviata at the Bolshoi Theater--that NATO was issuing a bombing threat. Four weeks ago, they met in a bare, beige room at the Oslo airport, where Ivanov plucked a silk flower from the table arrangement to give her. He also pulled from his breast pocket a paper with 10 "principles" for a solution. Albright noticed some coincided with NATO's. She proposed that they get out pencils and mark...
...slope country, in and out of the tiger shits..." (the reader fumbles this one but is swept on) "... over the tawny plain still grooved with pilgrim wagon ruts, into early darkness and the first storm laying down black ice, hard orange dawn, the world smoking, snaking dust devils on bare dirt, heat boiling out of the sun until the paint on the truck hood curled, ragged webs of dry rain that never hit the ground..." On this fine recitation goes, by sheer loopy eloquence getting a couple of beat-up bull riders from rodeo to rodeo in their falling-apart...
...landscape-artists has been unleashed; like Stravinsky, they aspire to create a magnum opus of the season's rituals. With ardor, with bags of dirt, they have already begun to transform the Yard from a relatively pleasant, serene meadow into a confusion of cordons, chemical grass simulacra and bare patches of earth hideous to behold. Harvard subsists on tradition: the Yard is made repellent each spring and this one is no different. Why bother, one is compelled to wonder. Why go to all the time and expense for a lawn destined for a life so nasty, brutish and short...