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...doing what they’re supposed to do. We don’t, for the most part, trust our computers. We save often, we’re told to run virus-scanning software—and still, we hear stories about lost theses and long treks in the snow to find working printers. But I think it’s quite clear at this point that while it takes a few days (and maybe a letter grade or two hit) to rewrite a history paper, it can take years to recover from a presidential election...
...Level 5. I had been slugging it out for what seemed like--and probably was--hours with a bunch of aliens in an icy canyon. Just as all hope was fading, I seized an alien aircraft and made my escape. I sailed up into the darkening sky with light snow sifting down around me. Moody music, like something from Carmina Burana, swelled in the background. The sounds of battle faded beneath me in the dusk. It was like the end of Platoon, and I was Charlie Sheen. Then the waterworks started...
...proprietors and patrons of the leisure districts that sprang up on the outskirts of Edo (Tokyo), Kyoto and Osaka in the 1600s turned that concept on its head. Life was to be savored. "Living only for the moment, turning our full attention to the pleasures of the moon, the snow, the cherry blossoms and the maples," as novelist Asai Ryoi wrote in 1661, "singing songs, drinking wine, and diverting ourselves in just floating, floating like a gourd, floating along with the river current...
...sucked in. Following Boston sports picked up the slack, and made it so that I could finally fit in, even if I wasn’t a full convert until senior year (I actually rooted for the Raiders in the Snow Bowl against the Pats). It took me a while, but by senior year I had shed what little loyalty I had had to my native city. Until that point, I hadn’t felt a full part of the Brookline or Boston communities. Though I had immersed myself in its athletic teams, student government, local hospitals and other...
Roxanna K. Myhrum ’05 has some ideas of her own. “Maybe it was those snow penis guys. They’re really into public art installations,” she says, referring to the notorious snow sculpture made two years ago by members of the men’s crew team. Could they be alluding to the other gender’s genitalia with an obscure reference to Georgia O’ Keeffe’s flowers? That might be a stretch. Students may not have been responsible...