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POCKET TO ME Wondering what to wear to your next office party? The Logitech Pocket Digital camera ($130) looks like a posh cigarette case and easily slips into a dinner jacket. The camera is only half an inch thick, but it packs an impressive 1.3-megapixel resolution and can store 52 images. If the party gets wild, you can snap every embarrassing moment...
With his hopeless hairpiece, polyester white jacket and dazed facial expression, Traficant cut quite a figure. To take the photo, Traficant decided that I should say “Monica” or “leotard” instead of the standard “cheese” and, with typical belligerence, declared that my dysfunctional camera was the result of faulty Chinese craftsmanship. (I owned a Kodak disposable.) As the shutter clicked, the U.S. Congressman put me in a half-Nelson...
When I was in third grade I lost three coats in the same number of months. Each time I lost my jacket, my mother would buy me a nicer one because she thought I would take better care of it. Since I’ve gotten to college, I haven’t lost a single significant purchase. What’s the moral of the story? One could say I just proved Summers point: I care about the coats I paid for more than those my mother bought me. But that ignores the nuances of the parent-child fiscal...
While Tiger Woods was busy winning his third green jacket this weekend at the Masters, the men of the Harvard golf team competed in the New England Division I Championships at Triggs Memorial Golf Club in Providence, R.I. Though not quite Augusta, the par-72 Triggs posed a colossal challenge to some of the East Coast’s best collegiate golfers...
...take off my wig. He wanted to run on stage, he explained, and shout expletives at the “faggots” in drag. I told him my wig was glued to my head. Then he pulled out a bottle of vodka from his oversized Starter jacket to help me “chill.” I told him I was an advocate of prohibition. He called me a bitch. Luckily, the flamenco dancer on stage completed her routine, and I eagerly passed through the door with my raincoat and umbrella to start twirling batons...