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...that his focus could ever be questioned. Vollmann toils under the hot Imperial sun and sails through polluted and abandoned rivers, risking dehydration and disease. “I was worried about two possibilities,” he writes. “The first and more likely but less immediately detrimental one was that we might get poisoned by the New River... The second peril, which seriously concerned me, was dehydration.” In spite of such ubiquitous danger, Vollmann’s devotion is unflagging; “Imperial” is a work that leaves little...
...Does the sun rise in the east? Will Kanye West embarrass himself on national TV? Like all things pre-ordained, you could have declared Akpan the 2009 Ivy Player of the Year in his freshman year. After a good, but not great, season (by his standards) last year, Akpan has never looked so determined than he has this season. 11 points in four games (Four goals, three assists), Akpan looks motivated to finally get the Crimson into the sweet six and perhaps further while racking up individual accolades in the process...
...sun is rising as you finally leave the depths of the Delphic basement. Or maybe you’ve snuck out early from that cutie’s single to avoid the walk of shame rush hour. Get to Zoe’s. Their dishes come with pure maple syrup and creative omelette options exist for the health-conscious. Generous portions replenish stomachs now empty from the night’s activities...
...Akpan, and an impressive .207 successful shot percentage relative to its opponents’ .032 mark, and Harvard (2-0-0) seems to have found the recipe to success. However, as biting autumn winds drift through the leaves of Harvard Yard, the Crimson’s stay in the sun is about to be challenged. This coming weekend, both No. 14 Boston University and Army will step onto Ohiri Field in an attempt to stifle Harvard’s burgeoning momentum. The Crimson’s first game of the weekend will undoubtedly be its most important...
...Cecil B. DeMille production, overrun with slaves and lepers, loud with fireworks and boar fights. Imagine, there's Indravarman III standing next to you on the Elephant Terrace, bedecked in golden bangles, a four-pound pearl strung around his neck, both of you sweating buckets in the midday sun. He invites you for a dip in the royal pool nearby, as he should. Cambodia is "unbearably hot," as Zhou complains, "and no one can go on without bathing several times a day." That much hasn't changed...