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...wise rabbit had a reminder both for in-house formal defenders and those ready to give HoCo a good pre-formal flogging: “Guys, it is just a dance.” Sure. You can say that again. A dance that’ll take place in a musky library instead of 52 stories above the city...

Author: By Julia S Chen | Title: Bottom of the Formal Planning Barrel | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...area.” His face lights up as he begins to fire off batting averages for every Red Sox player, praise the outcome of the Big Dig, and lament the loss of Brigham’s best ice-cream flavor. Somehow, replying with “Yup, it sure was cold during Primal Scream” does not seem like the appropriate response, but you realize it is the closest you can come to speaking his language...

Author: By Lea J. Hachigian | Title: Beyond the Harvard Bubble | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...pitching and defense keeps us in games, but our offense needs to win it,” Bock said. “We need to make sure that everyone has quality at-bats, and we just need to string the hits together and hopefully score a lot of runs, so on defense we can play even more relaxed...

Author: By Kate Leist, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Crimson Seeks Revenge at Home | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...Bromst,” the second full-length, commercially distributed album by Dan Deacon, should come with a Surgeon General’s Warning. Deacon’s noisy arrangements are sure to cause headaches, blow out eardrums, and send true indie-electronic fans into a blissful state of sensory overload. This bundle of noise is, surprisingly, the Baltimore-based musician’s most accessible album to date. After six years and numerous independently-released records, Deacon appears to have realized that a few tracks with vocals and clear pop melodies can increase an album’s popularity?...

Author: By Victoria J. Benjamin, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Dan Deacon | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...died—if only for Daddy. And I think I’d made a fine stab at propriety. But as we took our first, doomed steps I couldn’t help thinking this was the last time: who would I visit after this? I was sure the Northerners hated me because I was a Southerner and now the Southerners would hate me because I was a Northerner.“Miss Winnie,” Ezekiel whispered. “You don’t look right.”“No, I just?...

Author: By Nathan D. Johnson, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: FEATURED FICTION | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

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