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...life at Harvard and to take note of what can be done better. At Harvard, many of us ultimately aim to change the world. In our quests for greatness, however, we tend to overlook the little things that, while perhaps not the banes of civilization, still sort of suck. We believe that these small and humble requests will profoundly alter life in Cambridge, and provide a foundation upon which a Harvard revolution can stand strong. Or, they’ll just be 10 fewer things to complain about. In either case, without further ado, we present our annual Christmahanakwanzakah Wish...
...heart Thomas L. Friedman. I mean, the guy’s completely full of crap 87% of the time, but his writing style has basically changed my life. Dave Eggers can go suck a dong—Tommy Friedman has the most interesting narrative voice in print today. You know why? Because, like all good fairy-tale children’s-book writers, he understands the power of repetition. So, without further ado, here are my top 5 favorite Thomas L. Friedman tropes of 2006. 5. Exclamation Points! Tommy travels a lot. He talks to “entrepreneurs?...
...they think are just okay, and you’ll be lucky to even stay friends if you start acting like a jerk around this girl. No matter how much it might feel like you’re shooting yourself in the foot, you’ve got to suck it up and be honest about the boyfriend when you meet him. I’m not saying you have to go overboard with compliments, but a sincere “he seems really nice” is the right way to go. Of course, if he seems like...
...same goes for their reactions to my explanation that I pay a solid annual board fee and therefore am guaranteed three meals a day in my dining hall. My friends don a uniform expression of shock and issue a similar: “Doesn’t that suck...
...just wanna play!” says Sophie M. Besl ’08.Just as Harvard’s fullbacks are getting ready to suck it up on the AstroTurf, Besl and her band, the Sinister Turns, are getting ready to lay it all out at the tailgate’s first annual Harvard-Yale Battle of the Bands. I’m there, ready to rock and possibly roll.But, as the Talking Heads might ask, “How did I get here?”9:45 a.m.—I’m trucking...