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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...naked emotion and simplistic strumming, enhanced only occasionally with a shimmering synth or lonely drum beat. On “Even Now,” Carrabba softly sings, “Even now, I can feel your eyes / Watch me as I strum / Much too late at night / And I always can find you again.” His gentle, wavering tone on such tracks complements his music much more effectively than his aggressive screams on louder songs as he paints intimate portraits of failing relationships and missed opportunities...

Author: By Zachary N. Bernstein, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Dashboard Confessional | 11/13/2009 | See Source »

Journalists must stop focusing on entertainment and return to serious political investigation, said journalist and historian Taylor Branch at an Institute of Politics Forum last night...

Author: By Stephanie B. Garlock, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Branch Urges New Media Focus | 11/13/2009 | See Source »

Professor Henry Louis “Skip” Gates, Jr., spoke about his book “Colored People: A Memoir”, a homage to his family and West Virginia hometown, to a crowd of nearly 500 people last night in Sanders Theatre...

Author: By MARIETTA M COBURN, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Gates Recounts Racial History | 11/13/2009 | See Source »

Your attending physician, clearly harried and overworked by the usual Saturday night clientele, made no bones about the fact that she had no time for me. She sent me away to Mount Auburn Hospital with only the explanation that she was too busy to tend to me (rather than explain that UHS did not have CT scans and I needed one for my head). At the hospital, I had to wait five hours for my head to be sewn up, but there was none of the attitude that had characterized my time at UHS. No recriminations, no doubting, no judgment...

Author: By Sanders I. Bernstein | Title: Ill Will | 11/13/2009 | See Source »

Instead, the on-duty physician, the same one from the night before, exploded at me: “Do you see any of the other patients roaming the halls making demands? Do you have an appointment? No, I don’t think so. What makes you think you’re so special?” Thoroughly taken aback, I tried to get out that all I wanted was an idea of when I’d be able to leave so that I could plan my day. Frustrated, I trudged back to my room, and a nurse...

Author: By Sanders I. Bernstein | Title: Ill Will | 11/13/2009 | See Source »

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