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...shone, the band rocked and the kids ate fried dough to their hearts' delight. Springfest '99 was a surprising success after previous years' disappointments. The Violent Femmes may be getting old, but they attracted a decent crowd and the shouts and encores reflected the fans' enthusiasm. While some may complain that the band appeals only to a select group of people, the Femmes were not so obscure as to be inconsequential. They were no Dave Matthews, but we leave bigger fish to be caught another year--and we most ardently hope that they will be. It was something just...
There certainly was no dearth of activities nor of students waiting to participate. Lines were long, but if you waited, fried dough was bountiful, you could duke it out in the gladiator's ring, get your face painted or simply enjoy the hamburgers and hot dogs provided by Harvard Dining Services...
Jousting. Sky-high slides and long lines for Sno-Cones. Free fried dough. Violent Femmes and the Velcro challenge. Saturday afternoon in the MAC Quad offered Harvard students a chance to experience all of these activities and events along with 3,000 other college kids with spring fever. For a minute, we almost thought we were at Brown...
...modest collection of food, games, and music. But be prepared this spring for the UC to get a little crazy on Saturday afternoon, making the event bigger and better than ever before. God Street Wine? Forget it, the Violent Femmes are here. Food? More than you could imagine--fried dough, cotton candy, barbecue, and ethnic foods. Games? More ways to act stupid than ever before, including an inflatable slide that is a replica of the sinking Titanic! Still bored? Well, take a look at all the events that we convinced student groups to do--a live chess match, henna body...
...after I eat: a burning sensation that hovers somewhere behind my breastbone. If I have an antacid on hand, the burning subsides. If not, it builds until I'm in fiery agony. I still remember one awful night 25 years ago, when I ate a greasy lump of fried dough on a train in Yugoslavia. It felt as though I had swallowed a vial of hydrochloric acid. Actually, that's not too far from the truth. The stomach is essentially a bag filled with powerful acid. If it weren't for a lining of protective cells, the stomach itself would...