Word: shoutingly
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...What's grooving at Harvard? A guy named James J. Cramer '77 (then hair-famous; now street.com smart) and Crimson pal Steve A. Ballmer '77 (then a turkey shoot victim; now a Microsoft billionaire) decided to start a Crimson magazine. They named it What Is To Be Done, a shout out to communism, a form of socio-political organization, that Mr. Cramer liked a lot. We hear he runs his hedge fund like a good Leninist. Once upon a time, in the late 1990s, the magazine, renamed Fifteen Minutes (that's the written-out form of F.M.), experimented with...
...entirely alone, through the Sabbath night and day after Jesus' death. He'd stood on the ground not 10 yards from the cross and heard his teacher's astounding final words--"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" And he'd stayed for Jesus' final hoarse shout a moment later. Then Judas had found his way to the house of another old pupil, one whom Jesus had been forced to send home when he caught him tampering with children for the second time--Hamer from Bethlehem...
...blues isn't about exploring your problems or even about listing them. It's about sharing them: getting them out of you and putting them in the open, letting other people see them so they can say "Yes, I know that feeling." More than that, so they can shout it out, tap their fingers, stamp their feet. Perhaps more than any other genre, the blues depends on its audience. Blues songs are a dialogue between performer and listener, a way of creating a shared community of sufferers. It's no coincidence that B.B. King's song "Why I Sing...
This was the shout that rang through the dormitories of the Texas A&M Corps of Cadets far past midnight on Nov. 18 in College Station, Texas...
Instantaneously, the Corps rose to the shout and began to pull the injured and dying from the enormous structure, log by log, which would have been 40 feet tall when finished. Frantic phone calls of mothers to children and chaotic cries ruled...