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...said, “No, movie. It’s all so sensationalized.” Three years ago, Elise M. Stefanik ’06 had never met Muharrar when one day she approached her on the stairs of their freshman dorm. “She grabbed my elbow and said, ‘I foresee us becoming great friends!’” Stefanik remembers. “I was like, ‘You psycho!’” In the first semester of her freshman year, Muharrar started comping the Lampoon...

Author: By Jonathan M. Hanover, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Funny Girl Tells Lies at Dinner | 12/7/2005 | See Source »

...Here,” I said, taking her awkwardly by the elbow and helping her to her feet. She leaned against me without protest. Like a real lady she put her arm around the crook of my elbow, and like a real gentleman I escorted her to the toilet...

Author: By William B. Higgins, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Tao of Dry | 12/7/2005 | See Source »

Sept. 4, 2005, 10:17 a.m. FEMA's press secretary to BROWN after he appeared alongside George W. Bush at a post-Katrina press conference: "Please roll up the sleeves of your shirt ... all shirts. Even the President rolled his sleeves to just below the elbow ... you look more hard-working ... ROLL UP THE SLEEVES...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: E-mail@Foot-In-Mouth.Gov | 11/7/2005 | See Source »

...wordless inhabitants, and the echoes of pre-Colombian rite and myth manage, for nine pages, to hold in thrall the “civilized” characters and, I suspect, Fuentes himself. Even more stunning are Fuentes’ descriptions of the overlooked wonders of the human body. An elbow, the parting of hair, the scent of an armpit—these details become objects of ecstatic worship or muted reverence. This exquisite poetry remains miraculously untainted by the surrounding grimy carnival of lust, corruption, and absurdity. Christopher Unborn anticipates a reader versed in the “Western canon?...

Author: By Laura E. Kolbe, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Fuentes Epic Given New Life | 10/20/2005 | See Source »

...behind their backs sang with their chins up and their lips curled. “Look how happy they are!”Energy fed dance—by the third song even the navel-gazers tapped their toes. The better three of them in front of me traded elbow nudges and head nods. One wore white, the other black, and the third stepped back as if to judge. A duel ensued.The soldier in black stood a few inches taller. She churned her arms, dropped her head and shook it side-to-side when the notes from...

Author: By Adam C. Estes, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Helsinki Rocks Middle East | 10/13/2005 | See Source »

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