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...visibly hard work of the performers was endearing, making accessible the exoticism of the dances. It seemed as if anyone could jump up and join them in the fun they were having, if they could only master the athletic and rhythmically complicated moves...
They sounded a little lefty to me at first, but it turns out csas are a wonderfully market-driven idea: you join with others in your community to invest in a local farm. At the beginning of the season, members pay the farmer a lump sum. Each week, or perhaps once a month in the winter, the farm delivers fresh vegetables (and, for more money, items like fruit, eggs and flowers) to a central location. Prices vary widely depending on where you live. The csa in the Mott Haven neighborhood of the Bronx costs just $220 for five months...
...able to enjoy one year at Harvard with no siblings here. I have to admit that part of me panicked when I found out that Kirsten decided to join me at college. I was convinced that she would get better grades than me, be more successful athletically, steal my friends, and that my parents would love her more as a result. Of course, all of this came true. My parents have enjoyed watching Kirsten score goals for the nationally ranked women’s ice hockey team. I’m not so sure how exciting it was for them...
...these elite units are highly culturally appealing to certain sections of the police community. They like it, they enjoy it […] The chance to strap on a vest, grab a semi-automatic weapon and go out on a mission is […] an exciting reason to join." Emphasizing this glamorous appeal, the LAPD’s recruiting video presents a day in the life of a cop: Catching robbers, rescuing hostages, and taking on gun-toting kidnappers with air support and a SWAT team. Do we really want cops playing out action-hero fantasies...
...scheduled joint concentrator, varsity athlete and extracurricular participant. My days would start with a 9 a.m. class and end with an 11 p.m. club meeting, with classes, sports practice, and a lunch meeting in between. At Oxford, I played a few intramural sports, and I didn’t join any clubs. Instead, I spent my time researching my dissertation, running through the University’s parks, and meeting friends for tea or a beer after class¬¬—and class usually only happened three times a week...