Word: ragingly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Celebrity Deathmatch face-off between Alanis Morissette and Shirley Manson of Garbage, the battle would rage to the very finish. Each singer has talent and appeal, each woman has confidence and poise. With such an even playing field, it would be difficult to predict a possible victor before match time. Admittedly, allegiances among fans are inevitable and sides would be taken. Morissette is certainly more popular in mainstream music, and Manson's Garbage is universally revered among rock critics. But even with these loyalties, the battle would be too close to call...
Didn't see enough violence at the Bruins game? Head back to the FleetCenter at 7:30 p.m. for Wrestlemania Road Rage. Balcony seats are just $15 and guarantee just as low-class and offensive an experience as ringside tickets. The Rage brings to Boston an elite roster of wrestlers including The Rock, Undertaker, Big Bossman and more...
...caught, I would be dragged in front of the Ad Board. I would then have to suffer through a mixture, furious glares from people screaming, "How dare you destroy Harvard property!," uncontrollable giggles from people snickering, "How stupid could you be to set a kiosk on fire?" and rampant rage from people hollering, "How can you hate Jennifer Love Hewitt...
...stare too long at that 65% in the polls, I feel as if I inhabit someone else's country. Liberal Democrats felt that way in 1984 after the Reagan landslide. How to get over it? Sometimes rage can be appeased by historical perspective. Maybe not this time. Instructed by Toni Morrison's conceit that Clinton is "our first black President," I compare him to Martin Luther King Jr. King plagiarized parts of his doctoral thesis and was a relentless womanizer. So far, so good. But King was one of the half dozen greatest Americans; he worked with the nation...
Noam Weinstein '99 opened the night with a diverse collage of six original songs. An unremarkable-looking college kid on his soapbox in a T-shirt and sneakers--no rage, no angst, no gimmick--Weinstein had nothing to sell him but a voice and a talent. But once he started, he transported the audience in the packed cafe to another musical plateau where his expansive skill and solid music flooded...