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...space, he wants bigscreen TVs, and, goshdarnit, they want a place to party! While FM supports these demands (and oh-so-many more), we'd like to suggest the following community-friendly additions to the plan. . jukebox to muffle the sounds of Kroks, Pitches, Callbacks and the like . tanning booth for pasty New Englanders . posturepedic settees to soothe RSI victims . stacks of undelivered FMs . Clinique consultants on call for Cabot library moles . merry-go-round for Crimson Keyers . C'est Mal, a Room 13-sponsored coffee...

Author: By Terry E-E Chang, | Title: FRONT AND CENTER | 3/18/1999 | See Source »

Should the administration bemoan a lack of space, they're lying. Here follow five expendable sites: . Harvard information Booth, Holyoke Center's tourist mecca . Currier, source of blocking terror . Canaday Hall, Yard eyesore . the Porc, clearly University property . Lamont Library, current student social center

Author: By Terry E-E Chang, | Title: FRONT AND CENTER | 3/18/1999 | See Source »

...tanning booth for pasty New Englanders...

Author: By Terry E-E Chang, | Title: Groovy Train | 3/18/1999 | See Source »

...developed quite a friendship. She was very bright, with a great sense of humor. When she recorded a song I wrote, Love Me by Name, Dusty knew exactly what she wanted. She handpicked the musicians and worked with the arranger for weeks. When she went into the vocal booth, put on the headset and closed her eyes, she reached down into the depths of her soul and made magic. As Dusty is wailing and the record is fading she ad-libs two little words: "sweet baby." She reserved this phrase for songs she most loved. It was the Springfield seal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Eulogies: Dusty Springfield | 3/15/1999 | See Source »

...staircase to the top Kong. "I gave him a 20 and he gave me back 13!" she whispers to me. We come upon a dance club pulsing to hip-hop beats; disco lights flash and swirl spastically. In the corner above the packed dance floor stands the deejay booth ornamented by two gilt Chinese dragons. The mythical beasts seem to stare at us knowingly, disapproving of such trespass. Suddenly, my friend turns to me and shouts above the music, "Where's my sweater...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: THE HONG KONG AN ORAL HISTORY | 2/25/1999 | See Source »

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