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...cafeteria was serving us, I would eat pizza for lunch every day. Except it wasn’t the slim, New York style pizza my dad had brought me up on (he hails from Brooklyn). And it wasn’t the deep-dish kind that Chicago-folks swear by. No—it was what I would describe as reconstituted space pizza, in a personal-sized tin trays. But it was pizza. And I was an easily pleased second grader, who didn’t think past the fact that a boy would soon try to knock...
...spite of several transportation mishaps, Matthew L. Sundquist ’09 and Randall S. Sarafa ’09 were inaugurated as Undergraduate Council (UC) president and vice president last night. Outgoing UC President Ryan A. Petersen ’08, who was supposed to swear in his successor, was stranded in New York after his car was towed. Partway through Sundquist’s inaugural speech, outgoing UC secretary Kyle A. Krahel ’08 arrived, after being delayed by a bike accident. Still acting as vice president, Sundquist swore his running mate in, and Sarafa gave...
...show with the most nuanced take on gender now is actually a sitcom: 30 Rock. Through comedy-show producer Liz Lemon (Tina Fey)--a woman middle manager in an overgrown-boys' field--it has dealt with topics from misogynist swear words to the gap between baby-boom and Gen-X feminists with a gender-consciousness that's unashamed but unafraid to make fun of itself. (In one flashback, teenage Liz sues her high school to become placekicker on the football team; she flubs a kick and cheers, "Yeah! Feminism!") Liz isn't powerful enough to be in a mafia...
Whatever the cause, Smeraldi and his colleagues in the environmental lobby are gearing up for more bad news when the annual figures are released later this year. Most of them swear they are optimistic by nature. But they know how this story goes. They've seen it before. And it rarely has a happy ending...
...standing at Boylston Gate, waiting for the welcoming yet disheartening “Reading Period” sign to radiate from an approaching shuttle. 3:28 AM—I think I just saw a tumbleweed drift down deserted Mass Ave (too much Oregon Trail?). I swear that the schedule said there was one at 3:15. 3:35 AM—I just saw lights on Mass Ave. It must finally be here! Wait, it’s not slowing down. What the hell!? I start sprinting down the street, praying the shuttle’s headlights shine...