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...night started on a humorous note, as Expressions director Gbenga T. Okusanya ’05 walked onto the lecture hall floor to welcome the audience when a rabble-rousing group of City-Steppers stood up and shouted “O-K Gben-ga” and took off their jackets to reveal t-shirts proclaiming “I Gbenga” with his ID card picture in the center of the heart. After Okusanya controlled his guffawing, the show was underway with a pseudo-lesbian dance to Britney’s “Toxic...
...such questions myself. And there's enough real fun in Godspell to make such an evasion guiltless. I could explain how the cast will suddenly start muttering "Hubba, Hubba" or how one of its members will introduce a skit by saying, "Chapter number 22, verse number 19, take 3. O-K, kids, this one's for the money," but it doesn't really come to life until you see them all in action. So then, what does it matter that Godspell tells about as much about religion as The Fantastiks tells of love? Heaven and Hell may, after...
...have us believe, the forties were the last time America was happy. We had begun whistling in the dark a good bit earlier than that. Which means that if On the Town is to be revived it must be revived with all of its original complexities and simplicities intact. O-K, I'll grant you it's a helluva task, but then New York, New York, it's a helluva town...
...Wordsworthian resolve, all she can serve up are two dozen scenes of Harvard pretending to be Cambridge, scenes that any starry-eyed tourist on a one-day visit might see for himself. O-K Dad, put the Polaroid through its paces, first a picture of Jimmy over there by the statue, and then, quick, one of Mom in front of that enormous library before one of those Japs with his goddamn Nikon gets in the way. Miss Westman may live in Cambridge, but she looks at it through the eyes of a tourist...
...politics" -practices a kind of blunt, immediate violence. Over dinner we argue about movies and rock, late at night we meet over beer or dope to argue about each other, and, once our ideas have reached a state of partial articulation, we confront and demand and we curse. O-K, so maybe we're sometimes wrong, but at least it's an open, honest violence. Pusey's Harvard-in the balanced sentences of its introductory pamphlets as well as the hidden workings of its corporate machination-practices a more insidious violence, one camouflaged by manners and traditions...