Word: hollowed
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...Evidence” class consisted of two digital audio files, and a single question: “Of what is this evidence?” The first of the two recordings is particularly bizarre—an eery mash-up; distorted snatches of speech echoing over hollow instrumentals below. Of what is this evidence? Nesson posts the answers to his blog. Many are highly cryptic, even incomprehensible. Some include mash-ups of their own. Some are poems: “Of What is This Evidence?/Ought we, living underground, dare/To ask such questions of the Universe?/To search...
House: Kirkland Concentration: Studies of Women, Gender and Sexuality Hometown: Sleepy Hollow, NY (heads do, in fact, roll) Ideal Date: A picnic dinner followed by a late night (skinny) dip in Walden Pond. What do you look for in a girl/guy: A feminist sensibility. Where to find you on a Saturday night: Look for the gaggle of unruly gay men and listen for Lady GaGa and I’ll be in there, somewhere. Your best pick up line: Wanna see me burn my bra? Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: That stylized flannel you?...
...Since being expelled in 1962 after the Cuban Missile Crisis, Cuba has been excluded from the Organization of American States, the group of 34 nations that meets at the Summit of the Americas every five years. Obama’s conciliatory words at this very summit will ultimately ring hollow unless the U.S. ends its opposition to Cuba’s membership in the OAS. If America is truly committed to redefining its relationship with Cuba and its allies such as Venezuela and Nicaragua, then it needs to give Cuba a seat at the table...
...universe made up of sequences and series of vibrations, oscillating like the strings on his girlfriend’s guitar. He was remembering going to her concerts, to her gigs, feeling the vibration within and without his body. His chest resonated with the B string, the little hollow opposite his elbow quivered with the D. His lower regions quaked with the A. He was humming to himself, liking the idea that every fiber of his being had a note to call his own, lying in an empty parking lot, one with the universe. He was lying on his back...
...Crimson is not welcoming any more visits from the dreaded, hollow integer. Harvard has a shot at redemption on April 30th, when the team once again faces BU in the regular season finale. Until then, the players must get into a new rhythm over the next seven games...