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...He’s got nothing. It’s all been wonderful. And everything about being at Harvard feeds into his dance. “A lot of preparation is just hanging out. My classes influence my dance.” When pressed, he admits that even a tedious Quantitative Reasoning requirement is about dance. “If that’s boring to me, that’s important,” he says, explaining that weeding out the tedium of QR lends itself to finding the wonder in choreography. In addition to boring math class, Yamaguchi...

Author: By FM Staff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: 15 Seniors, Part II | 12/12/2002 | See Source »

SKIMMING Vessels equipped with skimmers recover the oil from the surface of the water. Onshore, workers with shovels take up the tedious work of scooping up the sludge, along with any oily sand and debris from the beach...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Black Tide | 12/2/2002 | See Source »

Webmail is slowly taking over Harvard’s campus, transforming “checking e-mail” into a tedious ordeal. Instead of learning the quick, bland and easy telnet, first-years got their e-mail address over the summer and, alas, have started using webmail right away, not knowing the joys of SecureCRT or Nifty Telnet...

Author: By The Editors, | Title: Dartboard | 10/16/2002 | See Source »

...Harvard’s computer services have plotted a telnet-killing conspiracy, first stealing away access on any non-Harvard computer, then cutting e-mail quotas and now brainwashing first years to use a tedious and slow system that runs off an already overburdened Harvard server. Telnet may yet be saved—but only if those who have come to know and love the little unix system preach its values to non-believers and would-be stalkers...

Author: By The Editors, | Title: Dartboard | 10/16/2002 | See Source »

...woman beside me her Minute rice—in an eerie, Muzac-free silence. I tried to think of the heroes of Sept. 11, but the golden ranks of cooking oil had impressed themselves on my imagination and all I could muster was a profane and tedious mantra: Canola? Corn? Vegetable? Finally the nasal woman thanked us and told us we might continue shopping. Carts whirred back to life to the gentle strains of Muzac. The moment of silence had elapsed as irreverently as most...

Author: By Phoebe Kosman, | Title: Silenced We Stand | 10/1/2002 | See Source »

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