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...transformed itself from a mellow Cambridge burger joint into a competitive arena filled with cheering fans and music. B.good distributed free burgers during the hourlong contest. With the likes of “Heartbreak Heidi” (Heidi E. Kim ’09), “The Ching Chow Constrictor,” “B-Ravenous,” and “The Earth Smother,” the contest was ironically reminiscent of a hot dog or buffalo wing-eating contest. Said contestant “Miss Mary Smack” of Allston...
...Greatest Vindication - Stocking up on outrageous quantities of Diet Coke from the chow hall in spite of the derision from my men on such hoarding, then having a 122mm rocket blast apart the giant shipping container that held all of the soda for the chow hall. Yep, you can't buy experience...
...kinds of video files so that they look decent on the Sansa. I loaded up AVI, QuickTime MOV and WMV files, in addition to several different types of MPEG video, and the system didn't balk at any of it. I even loaded a full-length feature film - Stephen Chow's Kung Fu Hustle - and though the system divided it up into small chapters, I could watch the whole movie. It wasn't easy to make out a letterboxed widescreen film on the Sansa's 1.8-in. screen, but the action was surprisingly smooth. Battery life wasn't even...
...circumscribe how people practice their faith seem unlikely to succeed--and could well spark more unrest. It's telling that even in the face of such crackdowns, some Chinese Christians say they are confident that they will eventually win the freedom to practice their faith as they choose. Brother Chow (not his real name) is one. He is every inch the model of the modern Chinese Christian, a preacher who doubles as a businessman. Despite his pressed jeans, polo shirt and fancy mobile phone, he professes to believe in a deep, ancient faith, one that he says has carried many...
...Some of the most rewarding experiences to be had in this metropolis involve doing ordinary things with ordinary people. My favorite moment in the city unfolded in an unglamorous barrio, at a Chinese restaurant while attempting to order a plate of fried rice with eggs. “Dan chow feng,” I said, pointing to the characters on the menu that I couldn’t read but whose contents I had puzzled out from the Spanish translation. “Muy bien,” the waitress said. “You know Chinese...