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...don’t know how to reach it using the equipment we have," says the first of “MIT student” David Brescia’s string of nerdy sex jokes. Compared to the results of a recent Yale poll, this makes us feel much better...
While we certainly understand that students have the right to eat in their own Houses, we feel that discrimination against those upperclassmen living farther away from Harvard Square outweighs the relatively minor inconvenience of a crowded d-hall. Since many students in Mather, Dunster, and the Quad work and study in the immediate vicinity of the Yard each day, they should be able to eat where they choose. Restrictions pose a problem partly because they create a vicious cycle: As soon as one House restricts, others become overcrowded and begin to follow suit. Soon enough, a Cabot resident must wander...
...most heinous shortcoming is their surgical extraction of almost all the soul from music that, if nothing else, should be powered by emotion, no matter how trite. On “Babyfather,” Adu sings, “So love, they say, makes you feel this way.” In the cold context of the album, the line sounds uncertain and second-hand. It seems as if Sade is attempting to hedge their bets with unfeelingly vague definitions of love and safely dulled versions of love songs, but, even in a digital age, these mechanically executed tracks...
...know that he is a person of the very best order: a kind man, a good one. That day in Ticknor I wrote my thank-you letter to him happily, if dutifully. His generosity and that of those like him make this school, and its squadrons of alumni, feel like a family. We take care of our own. But I can’t shake the feeling that this notion of money is dirty, as is indebtedness. And sometimes the Harvard family makes it easy to forget that we came from somewhere before...
...title track, immediately introducing the multi-layered, complex arrangements which characterize the album’s best songs. Subversive bass lines, syncopated drum beats and a tambourine lay down a solid foundation upon which wild trumpet riffs and trippy synths soon take over, creating an alternately jazzy, new-age feel. Stuart Staples’ oft-commanding vocals seem to politely refrain from overpowering the melodies, neatly weaving themselves into intricate tapestry of disparate sounds. An engaging prelude to the rest of the album, the title track exemplifies what makes the best songs on the record successful: the many layers...