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...business extravaganza,” referring to Aidin E. W. Carey, ’07, light designer. At least among the HRDC, there’s a good amount of buzz circulating about “The Way of the World,” the staff says. With tag lines like “Fidelity is so last season,” and “Paint the town,” the production sets high expectations for itself—but the staff promises to deliver. “It’s been nothing but fantastic. We have...
...strange childhood (one in which his mother filled the family’s food with shards of metal and glass, and he purposefully subjected himself to the stings and bites of spiders and vermin), his involvement in “Party Crashing” (a form of tag played with cars), and his eventual spreading of a highly contagious form of rabies that wipes out large portions of the human population. Palahnuik fills in this loose structure with a metaphorical social commentary voluminous and tangential enough to justify the title “Rant...
...Queen’s Head Pub II, but with free drinks between classes. Otherrrrrr Idea: Turn it into a gigantic single for the senior who has the most sex—or actually has sex at all. Idea: Give it to FM. Idea, Other: Make it into a laser-tag-video-game-ice-hockey play place. (other) Idea: Fill it up with water and turn it into an indoor beach area, with a real, albeit miniature, sun. Both: Spend way more money than necessary...
...What's the story, morning glory? / What's the word, hummingbird?" That was Broadway teen talk back in the early '60s, when the high school kids in Bye Bye Birdie gossiped about their friends in a game of telephone tag. More than 40 years later, another band of gossipy girls is peeking out of another set of windows on a Broadway stage. How far have we advanced? Well, the kids are in a college sorority now, and the squeals of excitement--and the title of the opening song--have evolved into dumbed-down Valley-speak: Omigod You Guys...
...Widener assistant, as bawling babe apologized and fled to six west...Yet another poor member of the class of ’11 booted, this time in a more appropriate location: the Pfoho bell tower. Unfortunately, this young ‘un wasn’t wearing a name tag (isn’t that a requirement?), so confused tower residents were left with more than just a sticky floor...Obviously, admitted students weekend is just a charade to hook up with your future classmates with no repercussions. One admitee, after securing the affections of a fellow prefrosh, boldly locked...