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...that year and from whom he would take his leave on July 7, 2005, when he detonated a bomb on London's Underground, killing himself and six other passengers. That morning, 52 died as three other members of the cell carried out suicide bombings during rush hour. As it turned out, another of their number also had links to the Crevice plotters...
...years,” says Nicole B. Urken ’07, Birnbaum’s freshman-year roommate and current blockmate, who is also a former Crimson executive editor.Birnbaum started her journey toward this mastery of the stage as a child growing up in Connecticut, just an hour away from the theaters of New York City. She saw her first opera when she was three. By the age of ten, she was singing in the Metropolitan Opera House every night as part of the Metropolitan Children’s Chorus. As a senior in high school...
...been a teacher, mentor, and friend since freshman year,” Hoagland says. Hoagland is not only varied in his choice of roles on stage, but also roles behind the scenes. He has also directed two of the last seven 24-hour play festivals on campus. Currently the co-director of the Sunken Garden Children’s Theatre, he is directing a production of “Hansel and Gretel” with the company this weekend. Harvard is not the only place that Hoagland has been able to perform. He remembers with fondness a slightly embarrassing role...
...tradition, their performance is anything but traditional. Singers and instrumentalists will convene in the Lowell House courtyard for the first time at 2 p.m. before their May 6 performance of Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture,” and sound the first notes only one hour later. In place of the usual firing of cannons, the group opts for exploding hydrogen balloons, and kazoos fill in for any missing instruments. Lowell House’s famous Russian bells also figure prominently in the piece. Channing Yu ’93, a Lowell House tutor, will conduct...
...Chroniclers of this match ought to record an assist for Anfield, as mad a madhouse as ever housed a football team, English, European, South or North American for that matter. A half hour before kickoff the Kop was in full red-hued cry, singing, chanting, clapping. "We are not English we are Scouse," proclaimed one banner, referring to a local stew that doubles as the nickname by which the city ' s residents are collectively known. When the game began, so did the crescendo, one that would not let up, that would not let the 3,000 or so Chelsea fans...