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Leverett House: 1. Home to the famous eighties dance. 2. The only house where students have to cross the street to get to their own dining hall. 3. Mascot is a bunny. C’mon, a bunny...
...Brain surgery is a license for self-indulgence. Cancel that dentist's appointment; you've suffered enough. (Though technically, before you go under, you haven't actually suffered at all.) Take out the trash? "C'mon, honey, I've got BRAIN SURGERY next week." Writers devote a lot of creative energy to dreaming up reasons not to write. One of the all-time best came recently from Washington Post columnist Anne Applebaum, who told her readers that she was going to stop writing the column for a while because her husband had become Defense Minister of Poland...
Brain surgery is a license for self-indulgence. Cancel that dentist's appointment; you've suffered enough. (Though technically, before you go under, you haven't actually suffered at all.) Take out the trash? "C'mon, honey, I've got BRAIN SURGERY next week." Writers devote a lot of creative energy to dreaming up reasons not to write. One of the all-time best came recently from Washington Post columnist Anne Applebaum, who told her readers that she was going to stop writing the column for a while because her husband had become Defense Minister of Poland...
...only moment of apparent disconnect came during "You and Whose Army?" As Yorke eyed the crowd through the oversized projector screens like a scientist peering at bugs through a microscope, he mocked superpower military swagger, singing "Come on, come on, Holy Roman Empire/ C'mon, if you think you can take us all." The ensuing laughter was more nervous than knowing. There was also a bit of a slump at the end of the elegiac "How to Disappear Completely," when the audience stood in near silence for a couple of minutes before realizing that the set was over. Eventually, though...
...Midway through Saturday's show, the group gave a rare public performance of the title track of Kid A, a levitating lullaby about the double-edged knife of celebrity. "Rats and children follow me out of town/ Rats and children follow me out of their homes - C'mon, kids!," Yorke sang as he beckoned to the crowd, exhorting them like a post-modern Pied Piper to follow him away from flawed dreams and broken hopes, away from oppression and fear, away from the dying planet Earth. And for a couple of transcendent hours, they...