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...Crimson, Kahn's lead is a good expression of the frustration that must have accompanied Saturday's loss. Princeton was reeling, but somehow a team stocked with NCAA Tournament veterans managed to surprise a team that outplayed it, keeping its chances at resurrecting itself going just a little longer...
When I was six years old I knew that ice cream was somehow connected to the undesirable roundness of my post-toddler tummy. And since the fifth grade, when my family switched to frozen yogurt on the occasion of my parents' first cholesterol tests, I've been aware of the less "fattening" alternatives. I don't mean that I was obsessing about these things as early as that. That was a later phase, starting around the seventh grade. Only that I've been semi-consciously stockpiling health information for most of my life. It's gotten to the point that...
Another more chilling explanation for the opposition to Emerson presented itself in the remarks of two other attendees. They attacked him for "not properly contextualizing" the fundamentalist activity he was chronicling--as if an exploration of the Middle Eastern political quagmire might somehow justify the slaughter of innocent civilians. Emerson responded by pointing out what should have been obvious: Terrorism of any brand, born of any motivation, is abhorrent. Within the constraints of a one-hour broadcast there was no reason to seek excuses for murderers...
...somehow ironic that I find myself unable to write about any of the important concerns and questions I share with readers about Harvard's daily for the simple reason that I have been unable to read The Crimson regularly this year. So far this semester, The Crimson has been delivered to my room three times. Three times in six weeks. Out of necessity this first column deals only with Crimson circulation. If, and when, I start receiving my paper, I hope to move on to other matters...
...ballet opens with a scrim, a semi-opaque curtain at the front of the stage that blurs the action behind it, cementing the ballet in the human subconscious that lets the viewer experience and personalize art. The characters are endearing, fictitious, yet and somehow logical, carefully developed through choreography. The Firebird herself, given frantic, bird-like steps, seems supernatural, wrought with the frustration of being the sole guardian of good in a realm deprived of it. The princesses dance barefoot, as if to accentuate their delicacy and femininity in a dismal bleak world, and also their child-like helplessness...