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...girlfriend who has graduated will probably be jealous,” said Hasty Pudding President John P. Blickstead ‘06, who will be roasting Berry along with Peter A. Dodd ‘06, a vice president of the club...
...foulmouthed brat whose letters attest to a fondness for off-color practical jokes. One widespread misconception has him buried in a pauper's grave in Vienna's St. Marx Cemetery. Another unproven legend, given widespread credence thanks to the hit movie Amadeus, depicts him as the victim of his jealous court rival Antonio Salieri. Fervent admirers have argued that he was divinely inspired, but some modern psychologists detect an infantile-regressive personality. And if he were alive today, says Herbert Brugger of the Salzburg tourism office, he would be "a pop star - somewhere between Prince, Michael Jackson and Robbie Williams...
...massive oil portrait of each. "She saw the army," says Bill, laughing. "She said, 'Hey, there's an army out here.' And I said, 'Yeah, wait until you see the picture of you. It's not too good.' It was just gigantic! You know, Mao would have been so jealous!" Some couples have ballroom dancing. The Gateses have saving the world. And they like to do it the uncomfortable way, by looking straight into lives they know nothing about. Paul Farmer, a public-health pioneer, has been host to them both in Haiti. "I think they, unlike many people, have...
Students who have already begun worrying about the stress of reading period and finals might be a bit jealous of Mauro C. Braunstein ’06. “In January, I am doing one paper and one take home final. And that is it. Teeheehee,” he said, chuckling. But Braunstein is not a slacker. Instead, he is one of a fairly large number of students who will leave for winter recess with at least one class finished for the semester. For Braunstein, this class is Earth and Planetary Sciences 132, “Introduction...
It’s real fucking rough being a wealthy, white man at Harvard. Like, everyone’s so jealous. These leftover betties haven’t managed to leave feminism in the 1970s. I’m not asking them to wear an apron. I’m granting them the opportunity to wear a linen apron in my house in Corfu, just for show. While wearing heels. “Oooo, bend over to pick up that cashmere scarf, baby.” And the only girls who want to get in my pants, er, wallet...