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...Unofficial Guides, president of the Pforzheimer Music Society, conductor of the soon-to-be implemented Tuscany Orchestra and a Transfer Link (having transferred to Harvard from DePaul University), values his very limited free time. He enjoys listening to MP3s and has eclectic musical tastes that run from techno to top 40. "I like going out a lot. I think working on the Unofficial Guide made me really appreciate everything that Boston and Cambridge has to offer, so especially if it's nice out, I have a hard time staying in my room and studying...
...Spies, where CIA head George Tenet rubbed shoulders with actor Tom Berenger (center, with his wife). Next month the agency's new venture-capital firm, In-Q-It (the Q refers to James Bond's gadgetmaker), plans to set up shop in Silicon Valley to provide seed money to techno-geeks with intelligence ideas. Does George Bush know about this...
...kiss her arp. But when she works lush electronic orchestrations like Andrea Parker does, I believe we can work something out. In any case, you really have no choise but to work something out with someone as brazen as Parker. Unfazed by the mob-wide surge for skippy techno, she announced her hatred of Fatboy Slim to the media (market self-sabotage--how will the masses relate?). Just as untimid in her work, she had Depeche Mode, Lamb, the Orb, Ryuichi Sakamoto and Steve Reich come under remixing at her hands before she began work on Kiss...
Over at Avalon, the creepy/yuppie club on Lansdowne St., the mindless, clamorous techno beats on. Aging rocker wannabes in the audience and their girlfriends hide sagging bellies with leather jackets and thinning hair with attitude. Punks look around nervously for their mothers and try to scam some beer. Others pretend to dance to the woompwoomp, and laugh. Yuppies sup, and eye each another. More waiting, more techno. Woompwoomp. Thickening, moist air. Finally: stringy guy with no body fat--like, none at all--and long hair walks out. Rockers, punks, yuppies, et cetera ecstatic. And Iggy Pop begins to play. Acoustic...
...shows how much debate Malthus still stirs today. Basically, the Pollyannas of this world say that Malthus was wrong; the population has continued to grow, economies remain robust--and famines in Biafra and Ethiopia are more aberrations than signs of the future. Cassandras reply that Malthus was right, but techno-fixes have postponed the day of reckoning. There are now 6 billion people on Earth. The Pollyannas say the more the merrier; the Cassandras say that is already twice as many as can be supported in middle-class comfort, and the world is running out of arable land and fresh...