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...completing a season sweep of Northeast Conference champion Quinnipiac, the Harvard baseball team wrapped up a round of semi-casual warm-ups against the Bobcats and launched towards the NCAA Tournament at full steam...
...Thursday night at the Firstie Club, West Point's campus bar for seniors, and the cadets' dress code is college casual. For once, the shoes aren't shiny, nobody's wearing a hat with a plume. Instead, they're in flip-flops, board shorts or jeans, baseball hats or visors, bead necklaces purchased on spring break. But still they give themselves away at every turn. They're like undercover cops infiltrating a frat party. Their shoulders are a bit too square. They don't slouch. They plow efficiently through dishes of peanuts, eyes darting about the room, scanning for friends...
Give Demon Days a casual listen, and it sounds like a concept album about environmental collapse. There's a children's choir and an appearance by Dennis Hopper in full freak mode-all of which is to say, Yuck. But give the album a fraction of the attention that went into making it, and it reveals itself as close to great. The lyrics remain a bafflement-although it's clear from titles like Fire Coming Out of a Monkey's Head and Every Planet We Reach Is Dead that in the future, according to Gorillaz, we'll need more sunscreen...
...Social Democratic Party ( spd) agreed to abandon its Marxist rhetoric and embrace market capitalism in 1959, but casual observers of the current political campaign in North Rhine?Westphalia could be forgiven for not knowing that. Party officials led by chairman Franz Müntefering have delivered a ferocious critique of private investors that has dominated the campaign. In his most cited remarks, Müntefering compared private equity groups and short-term investors like hedge funds to "swarms of locusts" that fall on companies, devour all they can, and then move on. "Some financial investors don't waste any thoughts...
...shrill beep when I hand it to Domna. Instead, my friends will be scattered from Mather to Currier, and we will only return to Annenberg one day a year (aside from the depths of reading period), when we celebrate our differences after freshmen get their housing assignments. Casual conversations will turn into chants and arguments about who won the housing lottery. Sure, there will always be inter-house dining, and I will no doubt see my friends as I trek across campus. Yet deep down I know it won’t be the same...