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...wasn’t because of cooking emergencies as I tried to feed myself without the assistance of Harvard University Dining Services, nor did I panic because I didn’t know how to change a fuse. And while it’s true that all of our conversations have at some point turned to the Red Sox, I haven’t been calling my parents simply because I missed that “Dirty Water” and needed a connection to home...
...most excited about the environment. I’ve only been to the East Coast once, and I really liked it,” Tran said. “I also feel that Harvard will provide a very intellectual and stimulating environment where I can feed off other people’s intellectualism...
...Other foreign observers have been surprised at how quickly Tongan girls have learned to surf - from being scared, at first, to paddle out beyond their depth, to within weeks showing competence, upright on a board, 100 m out to sea. They feed, suggests Australian visitor Amber Mercy, off the enthusiasm of their friends. Many Western boardies regard surfing as a largely solitary, internal experience. "But Tongans are a very social people who like to do things in groups," says Burling. Between sets one morning the girls are whooping it up. Tongan Idol is back on television and they...
...Powers was, forty-plus years ago, a man in exile-a man like I am today, a man like he still is, a man precisely like the one Aeschylus conjured when he wrote in Agamemnon, ?I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.? Powers was living in Connecticut and working in New York, but it was all Siberia to him. To hazard an even more purple metaphor, his world had become a large cell. The bars were pinstripes. There were pinstripes on his commuter train, pinstripes on his subway, and pinstripes in his office, all reminding...
...went home expecting to be pampered, as usual. My mother would feed me all my favorite foods, drive me everywhere, and leave me alone when I needed to do work. But Fate conspired against me, sending my beloved mother-cum-chauffeur off to work for 90 hours a week and leaving a still-unlicensed 20-year-old stranded. Not only did her new job deprive me of a trustworthy ride; all of a sudden, dinner wasn’t being purchased, the dishes weren’t being washed, and trash wasn’t being taken...