Word: bedfuls
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...Thank God! We are being evacuated! We are saved!” I yelled, possibly the first words to escape my mouth in several hours. The thought of helicopters, sirens, and the warmth of a hospital bed surged over me in the form of sweet relief...
...turned off the TV and wandered over to my computer, almost dizzy, to check my e-mail one last time before bed, and I read the message and its two replies. These were messages full of confusion and cautious optimism, but most importantly, the very simple understanding that this was what the kitchen table and the football game were all about. Some of the people I corresponded with over the following 12 hours I’d met only once, but I wouldn’t have wanted to share that nerve-shredding time, between the shots fired Wednesday afternoon...
...housing project. I gave them tape recorders and had them record a diary of their life for one week, and do interviews with family members and friends. And I saw when I gave these kids the tape recorders - when, for instance, one of the kids crawled into bed with his grandmother with a tape recorder - that the microphone gave him the license to ask questions that he'd never asked her before. The conversation continued after the tape recorder was turned off. When his grandmother and so many other people in the documentary died, these tapes became incredibly important...
...doesn’t forget the large glasses. The video stays authentic throughout, and while the women are scantily-clad, Snoop makes sure their shreds of clothing are all vintage. Unequivocally the best part of the video is when Snoop Dogg takes his seduction into space. On a circular bed flying through the galaxy, Snoop croons to one of the objects of his affection. Being off by a few decades is not the video’s only advantage. Instead of rapping, Snoop sings through a talkbox and ends up sounding a bit like Akon. It can only be assumed...
Life at Harvard is pretty dreary. Between the cold, the slow Internet, and the demise of our underage booze kitty, I’m hard pressed to do more these days than lie in bed and imagine I’m surfing the web, drunk...