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...Dublin or London. There is a lot of “post-” to the small lakeside village of By the Lake: post-World War II, post-migration, post-soccer riots, post-Irish Republican Army. It is a place where grandparents tune into “Blind Date?? but do not have telephones; where combine machines ease the labor of the summer hay harvest; and where a sheep rancher supplements his income by writing for an ad agency in London...

Author: By Lindsey E. Mccormack, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: A Languorous, Lakeside Tale | 3/8/2002 | See Source »

...surprisingly, the “Blind Date?? formula for compatibility sometimes fails. Miserably. Last week, Mark, a self-described humorist, attempted to seduce Raquel with his biting wit: “What do you get when you cross a potato with a penis? A dictator.” Worse, during the show’s “Hall of Shame” segment, Pete described what he looks for in a woman: “medium-sized breasts” and “a shaved pubic region...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: O Cable, Where Art Thou? | 2/7/2002 | See Source »

...freshman year I had the most miserable Toscanini’s date??so bad it was funny,” Marden said. “He took me out to coffee, which was fine, but then we went back to his house and all of his roommates were all doing heroin. I had no idea what to do; it was incredibly awkward and bizarre...

Author: By Angie Marek, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Working the Streets | 11/8/2001 | See Source »

...don’t totally understand. Certainly it was nothing Isabel said or did. She was a game, good sport about the whole affair. Mostly, I think, it was my own confusion and insecurity. In one instant—the instant I asked her to go on a date??the full depth of my cultural, social and even intellectual naiveté was exposed, to myself if to no one else...

Author: By The CLASS Of, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: In Their Own Words | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

...don’t totally understand. Certainly it was nothing Isabel said or did. She was a game, good sport about the whole affair. Mostly, I think, it was my own confusion and insecurity. In one instant—the instant I asked her to go on a date??the full depth of my cultural, social and even intellectual naiveté was exposed, to myself if to no one else...

Author: By John PAUL Newport, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: My Harvard Date | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

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