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...station's transmitter is perched atop the Prudential Center--the tallest building in downtown Boston--but even so, the signal often gets fuzzy inside the University's brick walls. Asa result, many Harvard students cannot even hear the music broadcast from the basement of Pennypacker Hall by their own classmates...

Author: By Rachel E. Dry, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: WHRB Harvard Radio Caters to its Own Crowd | 3/13/2001 | See Source »

...next ... and the next. The cheapest seat I could find was a whopping $330 in total-around $80 more than all-frills Alitalia's best price. So I didn't go to Pisa. Instead, I stayed home and brooded about how I could get one of these bargain-basement deals that everyone else seems to be enjoying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fare and Square | 3/12/2001 | See Source »

...three days straight I ran "King Kong" in segments to six different English classes. I ran it at home, out in the back yard, projected onto a sheet on the back of the house while we sat on blankets in the grass. And I ran it in the basement for my friends, including the 16-year-old with whom I was desperately in love, while we held hands in the dark, only separating so I could put on the second reel. I tried hard not to let her see me cry, which I always did, when Kong hit the pavement...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Monkey On My Back | 3/9/2001 | See Source »

Take in your hand a long Russian novel, The Brothers Karamazov, say. Tear out four of every five pages. Go to a golf course in a gated community in Southern Florida, and read those pages. Alone, in a basement and out of the cold, I had a similar experience. The exhibit of Candida HÅ¡fer's Photographs at the Rose Museum is stunning, but it is small, fragmentary, and out of place...

Author: By Konstantin P. Kakaes, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Industiral Chic: Candida Hofer's Photographs | 3/9/2001 | See Source »

...After a heart attack, you feel as if someone has broken into the house in the middle of the night. Ever after, you know there is a killer walking around in the dark basement. If you hear a noise, you imagine the killer mounting the stairs with a knife in his hands. You finger the tiny glass cylinder of nitro as if it were kryptonite. You rub the middle of your chest, and feel the bumpy scars where the bone was wired back together...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Heart-to-Heart About Dick Cheney | 3/8/2001 | See Source »

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