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...Ballmer, a man impervious to the lessons of history, arrived at the Consumer Electronics Show (the Comdex de nos jours) in January waving yet another Windows tablet, this one made by Hewlett-Packard. But nobody has ever gotten the marketplace to pay attention. The tablet computer is like a siren that calls seductively to computer engineers, only to wreck them fatally on the stony coast of our total lack of interest...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Do We Need the iPad? A TIME Review | 4/1/2010 | See Source »

Wish you could eat healthy but can’t resist the Cracklin’ Oat Bran siren call? Tired of beating yourself up after a fourth helping of fro yo? Check out these recipes from four Matherites who answered (over their House open list) a plea for creative and healthy dhall options...

Author: By Kathryn C. Reed, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Matherites Share Recipes for Healthy Dhall Meals | 3/7/2010 | See Source »

...were drawn by Dow's siren cries, you had two flavor options: Goji berry and Peach Mango. Dow said that choosing between the two is difficult. “I always tell people that choosing is like asking if your mom likes you or your brother better. But I’d have to say Goji Berry because of its functionality...

Author: By Sophie T. Bearman, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Sample Fruity Beverages, Cure a Hangover? | 3/6/2010 | See Source »

...stands all over the place, and thousands of girls just waiting to slay themselves at our feet the moment they first got a peek at our Harvard gear. After all, isn’t this exactly what happened in high school?  But we would brush away the siren fingers that playfully traced out the H’s on our jackets, knowing that on Valentine’s night, we would accept nothing less than true love...

Author: By Alexander J. Ratner and Lillian Yu, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERS | Title: Tufts | 2/18/2010 | See Source »

...much else to do). My first game of nine holes was interesting, to say the least. While the sporadic golf lessons of my youth served me well, the game was not exactly a success. Randomly I would make a great shot, which would cause my mother to emit a siren-like sound—“Whoowhoo!”—to let me know that I was on fire. However, more often than not, my game was catastrophic...

Author: By Kerry A. Goodenow, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Golfing with the Ladies Club | 2/4/2010 | See Source »

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