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...heights the loonie reached, for the economic upheaval (both good and bad) it brought, and for the rare bird's-eye view that Canada got, looking down on its best friend and biggest rival in the world - where, let us not forget, people rarely fail to find the term loonie hilarious to begin with - the lofty loonie is TIME's Canadian Newsmaker of the Year...
...suited business woman who had been concentrating on her PSP pauses her game and fixes me with an intense stare. I feel a frisson of excitement but look away first."Dog farts! This guy's shifty. He's spoken for three minutes without saying a thing. Keep an eye on him." I gulp, she has obviously mistaken my occasional blinking (caused, I protest, by tiredness) for a sign of guilt...
...hard work and devotion; they convey news hierarchically, not linearly, giving the reader a sense for what is most important, not just what happened most recently. Even the most mundane newspaper layout is a combination of art and psychology, the result of painstaking reworking designed to catch your eye and tell you all you need to know, concisely, unequivocally, and wittily. But the beauty of paper-based media does not change the fact that, as this page often moans, “Paper is so 20th century,” which is why I, as part of Harvard College?...
...Dancers from CityStep and Harvard Bhangra also performed in the show.The opening medley lacked the oomph that Expressions is known for, but the engine finally kicked into gear with “Fierce,” a muscular number choreographed by Michaud. Wearing top hats, eye makeup, ripped shirts, and dance pants, the female performers were an uncommon sight but undoubtedly left the impression of being “dangerous,” just like the similarly-titled Michael Jackson song that accompanied the dance. The dancers’ bodies cleaved through the air at sharp angles as if preparing...
...Once I’d been ingested I knew what to do where I found myself, I gained consciousness; nature is a miracle in the know-how it has provided, ready, in all its millions of varieties of eggs: I hatched from my minute containment that the human eye never could have detected on the lettuce, the raw meat, the finger, and began to grow myself. Segment by segment. Measuredly,” he (it?) says.His narration is punningly comical. But the depiction of a parasite coming into subjectivity is simply a reductio an absurdum.Following up its anthropomorphized subject with...