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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Talk about blaming the messenger. All Professor of English Elisa New did was pass on some chit-chat she’d heard from a party—that Tom Paulin, a poet who was scheduled to give a reading at Harvard, had made anti-Semitic remarks to an Egyptian newspaper. Yet as word spread of Paulin’s views and a controversy ensued, New herself, a 44 year-old tenured American literature scholar, became the target of suspicion from both colleagues and outsiders. Then again, that can happen when the president of Harvard calls you his girlfriend...

Author: By Daniel K. Rosenheck, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: New Era | 2/6/2003 | See Source »

Butler can also can square three-digit numbers in his head, but he is reluctant to reveal his techniques. It takes several Kirkland House visitors and 30 minutes of chit-chat, but he finally caves and shares his secret algorithm with FM—on the condition that it not be published. “I’ll sue the F off your M,” he warns. A few hints: The trick involves massive amounts of mental math, memorization and effort. And it only works for dates after...

Author: By Jenifer L. Steinhardt, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Bob's Got Your Number | 10/31/2002 | See Source »

...nearly 1 a.m., Blickstead tires of swaying. He nears the door as if to begin planning his exit strategy. After 15 minutes of patient door-side chit-chat, the human barricade around the door dissipates and it seems that this steaming, stinking party womb might actually expel Blickstead back into the cool night air from whence he came...

Author: By FM Staff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Game On! | 10/3/2002 | See Source »

...look so good together, should we leave the room?” he yelled at one point when Williams chit-chatted briefly with a girl in the audience...

Author: By Eugenia B. Schraa, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Music Clubs Keep Square Entertained | 8/16/2002 | See Source »

...networking” entailed, I decided that I didn’t even want to play the game. Thus, as everyone around me threw himself or herself into the activity with gusto, exchanging the obligatory “where are you from?” as they eyed the chit-producing orb in their quarry’s hands, I high-stepped it past the melting ice-cream and beelined for the door...

Author: By B.j. Greenleaf, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Network Aversion | 12/5/2001 | See Source »

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