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Quincy Collective Masquerock Ball Location: The Quincy Cage Dates: Oct. 28 Producers: Abraham J.R. Riesman ’08 and E.R. “Teddy” Sherrill ’08 Beer and Butterfingers usually amount to a mediocre Thursday night, but as counterparts to the first-annual Masquerock at Quincy, they seemed to set a different tone...
Buoyed by the enthusiasm of “emcee” and Crimson Executive Abraham J.R. Riesman ’08, the Quincy Cage (in the basement of Quincy House) became the epicenter for indie rock enthusiasts at Harvard eager for free beer and music. Although it had been burdened with the disclaimer that the “first time is the worst time,” The Masquerock was a bona fide respectable rock concert of student bands, featuring Susan Putnins and the Sinister Turns (covering Third Eye Blind), Plan B for the Type A’s (covering...
...social misfit. It's true that he lacks certain domestic skills; for years, he famously piled reams of papers on the nonworking stove in his New York apartment. But he was also the one called on to roast departing colleagues and could always be counted on to join raucous beer drinking after a game of rugby or baseball...
...lobbying for inclusive and internationalist measurements (although I’m told that some members on the Curricular Review are critical of the Imperial system’s “approaches to measuring”). No one seems to be concerned that Harvard students measure the volume of beer in gallons and barrels, not in liters. No one bats an eye when BTUs (British Thermal Units) are used and not kilojoules. But I am not content simply to sit around, waiting for Harvard to change. Along with that stalwart band of those in favor of metrification, I am called...
...talks like this in real life. Indeed, the shallow, obvious individuals that inhabit “Prime” prevent the story from reaching deeper emotional and comic levels. Rafi loves the Village and Merlot; Dave enjoys Nintendo and beer; Rafi’s gay guy pals in the Hamptons are prissy. These are not real people—they’re simply archetypes of modern New Yorkers. With these uninteresting and overly philosophical characters, there’s not much with which the actors can work. Streep—whose character does not serve any real purpose after...