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Shawn S. Baldini ’04, a four-year veteran of Ghungroo, who composed the evening’s skits along with Vijay S. Ganesh ’04, used his experience as a staff writer for the Harvard Lampoon—that semi-secret Sorrento Square social organization that used to occasionally publish a so-called humor magazine—to facilitate the on-stage antics between actors. His skits poke fun at South Asian stereotypes—Medical students or NGO-bound achievers with nagging mothers and painkiller addictions...
...outburst of semi-legalized gay marriages has spread to places that have never been known as gay capitals, or even as cities. In New Mexico's Sandoval County, 67 gay couples were granted marriage licenses last week until the state attorney general ordered the county clerk to stop. In tiny New Paltz, N.Y., Jason West, the Green Party mayor, presided over the weddings of two dozen gay couples. George Pataki, the state's Republican Governor, quickly asked Eliot Spitzer, the Democratic state attorney general, to halt them. Spitzer refused. Meanwhile, Daniel Stewart, the mayor of not-so-big Plattsburgh...
...native of Buenos Aires, where Italian food is prominent—suggests another option: Via Matta, in Back Bay. There, she recommends the grilled swordfish because of its excellent quality, and while “all of the desserts are heavenly,” one must have the Semi Fredo, which is a soft, creamy dairy-based dessert...
...minister mosquito, with a scowling fourth figure holding the spray at the groom: "The Flit Gun Wedding." A bug stands in front of the business end of the spray gun, a rope attached to the pump: "The suicide." In a tribute to his ancestors, Geisel did one ad in semi-German: "Quick Heinrich, Das Flit" (Should it be "Raus"?) The campaign expanded to book form, with a collection of the published ads, and a promotional movie, produced by Warner Bros. It showed a whale being menacing by a mosquito; Orca snarls, "Quick Jonah! The Flit...
...reading and asks if the term paper can exceed the set page limit, and those oblivious types who insist on sitting in the aisle seats of soon-to-be crowded lecture halls to cause maximum inconvenience to everyone else. Worse of the lot, however, are the semi-spoilt brats who complain about not having money to buy their grande skim lattes. I know this, because I am one of them. I am a card-carrying member of that horde of perpetually complaining masses known as the College Poor, a group fueled week to week by their wages from...