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...became enraged at Lorentzen's comments. Stopping to argue, he interrupted the sage's street-side ramblings on the metaphysics of sedentariness with a thunderous outburst. "I'm sick of this stuff! 'Oooh, I'm too tired,'" he mocked. "'Oooh, my feet hurt!' We need some more gonzo shit!" the perturbed magazine man complained...
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...magazine office, and everywhere I look, someone's dropping the ball, passing the buck or dodging a bullet. And now I'm starting to realize that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Our writers, though still wet behind the ears, are starting to endlessly shoot this shit as well. We don't want to bite the hand that feeds us, but soon enough we'll be digging our own grave. Folks, the buck stops here--if we don't gain control of the situation soon, we'll be up shit's creek without a paddle...
Class lets out at 11 a.m. I have two hours to kill, but that's not long enough to return home for any appreciable time and not be rushed. Shit, no inter-House at Adams today. Gong this! 11 a.m. is too early for lunch anyways, but I have nothing else to do and I'm avoiding my TF's office hours in Loker. I head to Holyoke to grab a seat at the awkwardly situated Campo di Fioro (spellcheck!!). I get the first chunk of the freshly baked bread du jour on my sandwich and I take mental notes...
While most of the 20-odd dogs who congreate on the Leverett Path belong to neighborhood residents who have no affiliation with Harvard, Quincy and Leverrett House pets have been known to mingle with the common canines. Shooting the shit--while taking care not to step in the same--their masters have also come to know each other. Conversation's easy when everyone has a four- legged ice-breaker. "You usually know the dog's name before you learn the owner's says Cicre's owner who later introduced herself as Eve Porter...