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Though they appear year-round, I’ve always associated personal ads with Valentine’s Day. You know the story. Some tragically ugly guy sitting alone in his room, reciting failed pick-up lines over and again in his head...

Author: By Antoinette C. Nwandu, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: disjecta | 2/14/2002 | See Source »

...with Russky decadence, while crimson lighting casts the entire place in an alluring hue. Flash that million-dollar smile as you squeeze your way past the perpetually packed long bar or escape the madness by cozying up in one of the intimate banquettes. As the night draws on, the pick-up scene becomes surprisingly good, especially on the tightly packed dance floor, where scantily clad young ladies dance beside Eurotrash...

Author: By Elaine C. Kwok, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Celebration or Humiliation | 2/7/2002 | See Source »

...wisping across his rugged, bearded chin. Dusty is sensitive. He probably plays the banjo and knows how to speak Cherokee. He’s the kind of wilderness man who will throw an old quilt his grandmother stuffed with genuine animal hair in the back of his vintage Ford pick-up (stick shift, ladies, not automatic) and drive you to a remote hilltop were you’ll feast on wild berries and jicama...

Author: By Antoinette C. Nwandu, | Title: See Jane. See Jane Sit. | 1/23/2002 | See Source »

Tora Bora has returned to its natural state. No more journalist camps ringed with satellite dishes, no more exploding cluster bombs or caravans of clattering pick-up trucks with rocket-propelled grenade launchers jutting out like quills...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letter From Tora Bora | 12/22/2001 | See Source »

...soldiers can hide in these villages, so could bin Laden. I spent the past two weeks in Tora Bora living in a family's peanut shed. One morning I saw a B-52 drop a bomb on a village about 6 kilometers away, so I drove there in a pick-up truck to investigate. It occurred to me as I jounced through a dry riverbed that in all my time in Tora Bora I hadn't seen a single car drive in that direction. Barefoot children who heard the engine ran to the doorways to watch blankly as I passed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letter From Tora Bora | 12/22/2001 | See Source »

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