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...class she considers her best ever. Perhaps their ability to play so effectively stems from their camaraderie off the court.“We hang out a lot and watch TV in each other’s rooms,” Moretzsohn said.“We try to eat dinner together after every practice and love hanging out outside of the basketball scene,” Rollins said.More than best friends, the group has grown so close that they refer to each other as family.“We’re like sisters,” Tay said...
...history,” he says. The College also played a role in Reeves’ personal development. In 1969, he met his future roommate and current partner, Gregory A. Johnson ’72, in the Eliot House dining hall. They met because Reeves was assigned to eat in Eliot House while construction on his own house, Mather, was being completed.Reeves spent a year on a fellowship in Africa and attended the University of Michigan Law School and eventually returned to Cambridge with Johnson.Reeves, a Detroit native, says that going to law school made him miss his college city...
...Friday, Feb. 24 at 8:00 P.M. Tickets available at the Harvard Box Office, (617) 496-2222, $8 regular / $6 students. On a quiet street in Salzburg there stands an unassuming apartment building painted sunshine yellow. Out front, hordes of tourists from all corners of the earth eat ice cream, snap photos, and wander about. The scene is puzzling at first, until one notices the enormous letters declaring Mozarts Geburtshaus (“Mozart’s Birthplace”) in sparkling gold. On January 27, 1756, Mozart—whom his father modestly described...
...lover. I used to greet my conservative friends with diatribes against arctic oil drilling. I used to laud the proud Alaskan moose and the Pacific seal at City Hall every Earth Day. But no more. Damn penguins. Two hours of penguins mating and dying is enough to make you eat veal, stop cutting the rings on your soda can packaging, and dump oil into the Caspian sea. I’m an unwilling convert, but perhaps with a cheap handle of rum and a bottle of Coke, you can avoid my crisis of confidence. TAKE A SHOT?...
...University President Lawrence H. Summers’ house. Dressed up as a lady-bug and accompanied by a slutty Margaret Thatcher and scantily-clad Chiquita banana, FM banged on Summers’ door and screeched “Trick-or-Treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!” Sadly, Summers was nowhere to be found, and the FMer went disappointedly home, Larry-less and unsatiated by any delicious Halloween treats. Spring ’02 - Spring ‘03 In Spring 2002, FM contacted Summers to challenge him to a doubles match with magazine...