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...announced. “Though my family doth wish it, she hath not my heart.” Word on the street is that he pines for Mary Kelly ’04, who is exceeding clever, but unfortunately Irish. “She is more fit to be a chambermaid than a bride,” sniffed Spencer’s father, Lord Nigel Spencer...
Elizabeth Bergmann, director of the dance program for the OFA, said she has visited four possible sites to house the dance program. None, however, currently fit the dance community’s needs...
Smith's narrative is like Adam's diagram: all the pieces seem to fit, but we never feel the animating emotion behind it. We know Alex is driven by unresolved grief and anger, but we don't feel it except at aremove, as when the inebriated hero scrawls out sardonic responses on a hotel feedback form. ("How did you find your sleeping arrangements? Lonely.") We know that Alex's search for Kitty is a spiritual quest because the titles of that section are taken from the Zen parable "Ten Bulls." Nice touch, but it would be better if we knew...
...Wearing Thai fisherman's pants, midriff-exposing tops, dreadlocks and piercings, international budget travelers fit right into Pai's colorful ethnic potpourri. But Pai is now also making its way into the itineraries of mid-range tourists. They'll be hard-pressed to spend much. Restaurants are universally cheap and even so-called expensive accommodation is amazingly affordable. A top-of-the-line riverside bungalow?a large tree house on stilts set amid lush gardens?at the long-running and slightly mildewed Rim Pai Cottages goes for about $27 a night...
...handicap stall is my favorite. It’s easy to fit my bulky backpack and I like the moment by myself in a comfortably large space. I saw the graffiti tens of times. It was black, it was right in my line of vision, and it was painfully compelling. Regardless of whether or not the graffiti was true, the stall door was a frequent reminder of a reality I was trying to put out of my mind...