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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Yoni E. Braude '99 says he won a debate over who had the biggest head in the dining hall one night. He attributes his win not to the sheer girth of his skull but the size of his hair, which is black and curly...

Author: By V.c. Hallett, | Title: HEAD OF THE CLASS | 5/6/1999 | See Source »

...while, while this transformation was taking place at 14 Plympton St., hopefully you were enjoying the fruits of our labor. Hopefully, when the magazine didn't come to your door, you remembered to pick it up outside the dining hall on your way out of lunch on Thursday and bring it back to your room. Hopefully, you put off section reading to read about Harvard families or student jaunts to MTV auditions. Hopefully, you got as much...

Author: By Drake P. Bennett, | Title: RSI's Sophomore Slump: Last Year's Epidemic Quietly Comes of Age | 5/6/1999 | See Source »

...topsoil. The superficial concerns about our Yard are, of course, both abundant and well founded. Everyone can see that it's ugly. Some people have found that it smells bad. At 10 minutes past the hour, the impossibility of running in a straight line over it to Sever Hall is cursed by all and sundry. But now the inner as well as the outer blemishes on our lawns can be shown. Now the grass can be understood. We may still sigh in resignation when we see it, but now, at least, we can sigh more deeply...

Author: By Elisheva A. Lambert, | Title: The Dirt Beneath the Grass: The Yard's Elite Roots Uncovered | 5/6/1999 | See Source »

...posturer, a suburbanite whose closest interaction with the underground music industry consists of accidentally downloading an MP3 from a non-mainstream artist. So when called on to "check out the hip-hop conference that's happening this weekend," I'm intimidated not just a little bit. Approaching Emerson Hall, licking the remnants of fried dough from my fingers, my worst fears are confirmed. Blocking the front door is a group of dreadlocked combatants--they are speaking in elevated tones and circling each other warily...

Author: By Richard D. Ma, | Title: This Ol' Dirty Bastard: How I Came to Terms with My Hip-Hop Roots | 5/6/1999 | See Source »

...unregistered participant of the conference, I wander around a bit unsure of where to go. Under the guise of a student who left his notebook in one of the classrooms, I make my way to the lecture hall at the end of the building and sit down to take in the panel discussion that is already in session. Ostensibly a debate about artists crossing over from the underground music scene to the realm of record labels and music videos, it seems to have degenerated into a shouting contest--a competition of who can declare their world-view the most self...

Author: By Richard D. Ma, | Title: This Ol' Dirty Bastard: How I Came to Terms with My Hip-Hop Roots | 5/6/1999 | See Source »

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