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Have these individuals fallen prey to charminggimmicks and the appeal of efficiency, losingsight of the true gastronomic splendor of thedessert experience? What about the honest,rewarding work that goes into carving rock-solidice cream out of a bucket with a sticky scooper?If this seems hyperbolic, observe one student'ssuggestion that "Currier House should be renamed'Fro-Yo House,'" Casual joke or flagrant idolatry?The same student calls the process of servingfro-yo a "creative outlet; you get a chance tosculpt and relax at the end of your meal time."The simple act of trying to get a serpentine ropeof...
...leads his rambunctious flock to the gates of sexual and political freedom without quite being able to enter himself. The truth is somewhat different: Milk was an engaging if slightly goofy pol whose defining moment to most San Franciscans was his televised illustration of how to obey the pooper-scooper law. While the Milk legend may not be justified, Korie does use it to create a narrative that pulls the listener along...
Teen Lust and Stopped Clocks. A fastpaced comedy about suburban high school drug culture and the 1986 Challenger explosion. Set in Concord, NH, the hometown of schoolteacher/astronaut Christa McAuliffe, the play focuses on the awkwardly traumatic lives of Kurt, a dyslectic pot dealer; Dennis, a lovelorn ice cream scooper; and Wanda, a leukemia-stricken cheerleader. Loeb EX, 7:30 p.m. Free. 19 November Friday...
...RAVING SUGAR HIGH. Great Kaleidoscopic smears of chocolate pudding, double oreo, and black raspberry goo up my arms; hot fudge is dribbling across my wrists and my scooper is slicing flesh off my fingers as I mash up another smoosh...
...toward the end of the night and the joyful confusion which is the scooper's basic element has accelerated. Orders are forgotten, the radio gets louder, we smash into each other more frequently, and the accumulation of goop spreads into face and hair. Revelling in the chaotic, carnival atmosphere I put up my sweatshirt hood to accentuate my insanity. This provokes customer comment. Customers never expect a reply. "He must be getting cold (snigger snigger)." My eyes roll, scoop clatters from my hand. "No I'm not. I'm just fucking weird." Nodding cowed agreement, the line moves on. Chuckling...