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...official $100, pays another $90 to a uniformed man at the border, and after four days on the bus arrives in the Sudanese capital, Khartoum. It is April 8. He catches a city bus to the International University of Africa, where some Somali students let him sleep on their couch. They also direct him to a café where smugglers are known to pass. There, at around 10 p.m., he meets the man he hopes will get him to Libya. At a corner table in the dimly lit café, Abdi Salan listens intently to the local man, who speaks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Desperate Journey | 12/14/2003 | See Source »

...activism was not confined to the world outside Harvard’s gates. Last week, with cooperation from several Harvard undergraduates, Conrad and his classmate Edward A. Couch ’05 organized a “call-in,” enabling about 100 undergraduates to phone the MBTA and the governor’s office from portable phones near their dining halls...

Author: By Nathan J. Heller, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Musicians Underground | 12/12/2003 | See Source »

Then there are those undignified moments that only the extreme sleep-deprivation of proofing FM for 16 hours can produce. Over the past year I have fallen asleep on the mysteriously stained couch in the basement design office, the white “leather” couch in the editorial office, and the conference room couch overflowing with yellow foam stuffing. Several times I’ve been awakened by the cleaning lady picking up the garbage strewn around me. My academic low points were definitely those sprints to my 9 a.m. Russian class in the same clothes I wore...

Author: By Anne K. Kofol, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: In it for the Long-Haul | 12/11/2003 | See Source »

...remember the museums of my youth. They were always filled with rapt people and a contemplative silence. A silence so intense, in fact, that once I avoided sitting down on a couch in the Museum of Fine Arts (MFA) to avoid the noise the cushion would make...

Author: By Joseph T. Scarry, | Title: Rembrandts of Things Past | 12/8/2003 | See Source »

...kind of place Hansel and Gretel would run to. Inside, a coal fire hisses softly, and Burton, in clothes of muted color, but color nonetheless, sock-slides his way across the wood floor and into his study, where he flops with charming gracelessness onto a red velvet couch. He is as brooding as a Muppet. "People really know me know that I'm not dark at all," he says. "I mean, at all. Like, yeah, I like monster movies, but it's cathartic. I don't even ... I don't know where ... I don't know...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Movies: Big Fish In His Own Pond | 12/1/2003 | See Source »

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