Word: contact
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...sport that I vowed never to play because I like contact sports. It seems like it shouldn't even be called a sport, but it's the most challenging, relaxing, frustrating game ever invented...
...while I was reporting on the civil war then raging in the Indonesian province of Aceh, rebels of the separatist Free Aceh Movement (G.A.M.) opened fire on a car carrying me and three colleagues, almost killing us. Afterwards, furious, I called and text messaged my G.A.M. contact, code-named "Iskander," to tell him to get his trigger-happy men to stand down. Iskander's role as a G.A.M. operative was secret-until I unwittingly blew his cover that day. When I called, he was being questioned by the police, who saw my incriminating messages arrive on his phone. Iskander...
...moved on to consider the Teaching Hotline Act. Sponsored by both Petersen and Sundquist and representing one of their primary campaign promises, the act looks to establish a means of allowing students to alert professors of poor TF performance. It passed with unanimous consent. Students will be able to contact the TF hotline by sending e-mails to tf@hcs.harvard.edu. Anonymity is guaranteed; a student board bound by a confidentiality agreement is charged with collecting input for presentation to the course professor. “[The TF hotline] is one of our central messages that resonated with students...
...This movie drained me. But not in the way a vampire drains blood from its victim. That act has a predatory intimacy. The contact of fangs on neck is erotic - a deep, dirty first kiss, and the prelude to fatal sexual enslavement. Hannibal Rising isn't nearly that much fun. It doesn't, in the manner of its hero, take a bite out of you. The movie is more like a blood drive where you go to donate your pint and nobody takes the needle out and you're strapped to the gurney unable to do anything but watch your...
Shopping period is annoying enough as it is; trying to avoid making eye contact with the professor of that class you just left before running across campus in seven-degree weather hardly makes for an enjoyable first week of classes. To add to this trauma, Harvard students recently had to face the extra challenge of trying to avoid followers of political agitator and perennial presidential candidate Lyndon H. LaRouche, Jr. who decided to leave their usual perch in Harvard Square to flood the area near the Science Center with bizarre pamphlets and posters...