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...introduced the first band, Elephantom, who drew a big round of applause before even playing a note. There were clearly some friends in the crowd, but the band quickly showed that the applause was well deserved with a thumping opening song.Best defined as a jazz-rock fusion group with jam-band leanings, Elephantom were pretty much a great “Battle of the Bands” band. It was pretty evident, though, that each of the instrumentalists (trumpet, guitar, keys, and bass) had talent with a special emphasis on the skills of drummer Nick Pope, and the cute lead...
...Gazing around the Yard, you can see the many freshman dorms. During the 1960s, social mores shot out the door, and a bonanza of homemade pornography films exploded onto the Yard. Adult video shops are still jam-packed—at least I’m told—with titles like, “Mass Hall: Girls Gone Relatively Wild,” “How Much Are Your Wigglesworth?,” “Green-hos,” “Pennypacker? I Hardly Know Her,” and “Cower...
...most fearful mothers I ever came into contact with." She's calmer these days, but her concerns are not unfounded. A few months before Noah went off to camp, she woke up one night to find him covered in hives, coughing and gasping, and she had to jam a syringe full of epinephrine into his thigh to help him breathe. "It was horrendous," says Fradin. (See nine kid foods to avoid...
...unique personality of New Orleans: "'Here we are. We're in New Orleans,' my dad says, and I'm seeing it, this place I been dreaming about. It's all jam-packety, pretty old houses lined up one beside the other, each one a different color, with curlicues and flowers, and, man, streets just full of people. White people, black people, mixed-race people, all jumbled up together and walking. Music right on the sidewalk...a whole band and drum set and everything, like the whole city is a big party. I'm looking out the window, eyes...
...vast majority of my students spend their time graphing inequalities, struggling to remember the rules of decimal multiplication, and finding the surface area of cylinders. They work because I compose worksheets and make up whiteboard games, because I take them to the gym to play “Algebra Jam,” because I act like a madman to get them excited about my (rather arbitrary) team points system. I shower them with praise and affirmation and, occasionally, with Starbursts and Jolly Ranchers for correct answers...