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...said, ‘Good,’ and went back to sleep,” Franken says. “I woke up a couple of hours later and got my e-mail. I just thought of good publicity…my feeling was that they would have no case, and that would be the best thing that would happen...

Author: By Hana R. Alberts, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Al Franken Talks 'Lies' | 10/3/2003 | See Source »

...important improvement to undergraduate residential dining, however, will come from bureaucrats and not from chefs. It is becoming increasingly clear that the dinner hours of 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. are simply not acceptable for meeting undergraduate needs. Harvard students, as everyone connected to the College knows, go to sleep very late at night. Students are forced to eat so early in the evening that a vast majority get hungry again before bedtime. Brain break is not a solution to this problem—the options often aren’t substantial enough to sate serious hunger cravings...

Author: By The CRIMSON Staff, | Title: Eatin' Good | 10/3/2003 | See Source »

...good selection of South American wines and plenty of beer, almost all of which is American. Dessert is available, though not particularly tempting. In fact, after dinner at The Midwest Grill, very little is appealing except a couple of Alka Seltzer and a long night’s sleep. So just remember—leave that date at home, and you’ll have a wonderful evening...

Author: By Anthony S.A. Freinberg, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Carnivore's Carnival | 10/2/2003 | See Source »

They’re just a little tired, that’s all. How would you sleep at night knowing that you’ve got to face Boston’s lineup? It’s like begging the crypt keeper to come give you nightmares—though he’d be wearing a Red Sox uniform instead of that hooded black robe...

Author: By Brenda Lee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: LOVE IT OR LEEVE IT: Red Sox lineup will be a nightmare for A’s pitchers | 10/2/2003 | See Source »

...scraps, while carrying on endless conversations about anything and everything. I clutch the pot holder I crocheted for her in the second grade, which she kept in a place of honor. It’s nearly five in the morning, and no one has gone to sleep. My grandfather, pacing, stops and sees me. He gives me a shaky hug and tells me to rest in the last bed not occupied by my parents, brother and aunt: hers. He’s staying downstairs...

Author: By Irin Carmon, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Standing By | 10/2/2003 | See Source »

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