Word: beginnings
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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These questions are, of course, related to each other, and their answers must all begin with the proposition that we need to know what is wrong and how it can be fixed before we announce our solutions. Harvard is now actively exploring with other universities the feasibility of a pilot program to give us first-hand access to information about actual factory conditions, through the use of experienced monitors and human rights organizations that would report directly to us and advise us on the most effective responses to these conditions. Our goal is to learn enough over the course...
...film culminates with several gripping sequences (featuring Elena) from Mario's film. The audience is enraptured with the fatal attraction of the dance. Yet suddenly we are briefly jerked back to the unresolved reality of the plot before the credits begin to roll, leaving the audience without a lasting impression which seemed so promising just a few moments before...
...begin with, the plot is formulaic and lacks any real suspense. Taking place in the outer reaches of space, Wing Commander begins in the midst of a war raging between the Earth-centered Confederation and the hostile cat-race of the Kilrathi. The Kilrathi, having captured a Confederation navigation unit, are on their way to besiege Earth. Rookie pilot Christopher Blair is entrusted to prevent the impending Kilrathi assault. Blair's heritage as a pilgrim of the first settlers of space endowed with mysterious superhuman navigation powers is particularly overplayed and seems to be cashing in on the anticipation...
Chaouli recalls that when he first started teaching at Harvard he would begin a class by presenting one interpretation of a work of literature and then follow it with another. His students would often cross out their notes on the first interpretation, thinking it was proved wrong by the second...
...underage B.C. students on the dance floor but forcing my heart into the same chaotic pulse. Twenty minutes and two beers later, it becomes apparent that the cadence has extended its pull to include my entire body, which wanders into the middle of a cluster of sweaty dancers and begins gyrating. My companions join me and before long we are propositioned by a flock of sweaty men. Apparently, one member of the herd is celebrating his 21st birthday, and his buddies think one of us lucky girls should surprise him with a kiss. They are MIT men, after...