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Whether it was the smell of the barbeque in the crisp autumn air, the fight with a friend (or now enemy) over a “Crimson Crazies” t-shirt, or the thrill of watching the team run onto the field, the Harvard nighttime football game against Holy Cross encapsulated the school spirit Harvard often lacks. Even without the heroic comeback—the two touchdown dives that ignited fans—Harvard was a winner on Friday night because of the way the game rallied the campus community. But rather than sitting back and feeling proud about...
When my best friend told me she was going to spend the end of August in Maine, I felt suddenly that my resolution to monitor the two political conventions was a responsible one. How wrong I proved to be: no doubt two weeks spent away from the mass media would have been much more rewarding than savoring the political landscape as I did. The least I can do to make my “vacation” worthwhile is to transcribe a few of the fallacies and suspicious statements I’ve heard in recent weeks...
...Virgil's a goner; his love for the lady tests his and Everett's scruples. She wins Virgil's affections, then makes a play for Everett, who tells her, "You're with Virgil. So am I." In the mythic West, a man owes his ultimate loyalty to his friend. That kind of constancy is less complicated, since it requires no sexual fidelity, only putting your life on the line...
...amount of bargaining I’ve done, or the number of times I’ve been scammed. It’s because, when that snake kept moving without its head, I suddenly felt very far away from home, and that feeling was very real.The other day, a friend of mine told me about riding on the back of a motorcycle taxi after work. I asked him if it was worth it, and his response said a lot about Shanghai. “It’s really fun,” he said...
...production. No fancy plating. No drama. Just cooking.Something needed to be done. I needed ample instruction, lots of practice, and unlimited access to produce. But who would back me in this endeavor? And who could eat fifteen batches of practice tiramisu? Since I didn’t have a friend with a bottomless appetite and a wallet to match, my only choice was to ship off to culinary boot camp. My sights were already set on Italy after falling in love with its food two summers ago. It also had the added benefit of being separated from home...