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...Harris picked up his fourth foul on a chase for a rebound with 7:58 remaining the second half. Miller was charged with three fouls in just over a minute and a half, the fifth coming with 5:06 to play. Amaker had to sit Harris until Miller fouled out, and after guard Jeremy Lin picked up his fourth with 5:23 left, both Lin and Harris—two starters averaging double figures—found themselves on the bench in the waning minutes...
...attack meant there was little time for campus authorities to interdict Kazmierczak. So the lessons may be fuzzy at most. One piece of college folklore, however, may no longer apply. After last spring's Virginia Tech shootings, students in many schools figured it'd be safer to sit in the back of the class because of the belief that most of those killed in that rampage had been at the front of their classes. No more...
...slightly cold and eccentric feel. Something about it—and not just the painted sign that said “Sweeney Tate”—feels slightly sinister. Perhaps that’s why viewers stand at the door, unsure if they ought to sit in the barber’s chairs and wait for a phantom haircut to arrive. This participatory art actually casts the museum as an alternate, more theater-like world, moving away from the question “what is reality?” to focus on questioning the experience at hand. Ultimately...
...sure what kind of mystery can satisfyingly encompass all of these pasts, futures, and conflicting desires. In the meantime, like any good agnostic, I try not to think too hard. The stellar new season has been compelling enough on its own, making it easier just to sit back and watch the plot take off. When an episode is good, it’s hard to resist the temptation to read the scores of analysis that litter the Web. When one is bad, I can’t help but wonder if I’m better off saving the sixty...
...video itself, simply visualize the aforementioned freeze-frames and digitally mastered crowd surfing to the following lyrics: “There’s a smell of stale fear that’s reeking from our skins / The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins / We sit and grow our roots into the floor / But what are we waiting for?” Clearly, we’re waiting for you, Sir Endicott, as you falsely surf the crowd in search of hope… or another song to visually butcher. —Mia P. Walker