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...Saturday night in the Currier fishbowl when Aaron C. Fallon ’11 grabbed the mic and ordered everybody to the dance floor. And no, he was not calling for all the single ladies or for anyone to walk it out. Instead, Fallon was heralding a completely different dance form: Irish step dancing. Last Saturday, Corcairdhearg—the Harvard College Irish Dancers—together with the Currier House Committee hosted the Currier March Party, featuring a traditional Irish Ceili before breaking into a St. Patrick’s Day-themed party with DJ Double Kay. With intriguing...
...slight bias toward Plympton Street, but the location is clearly ideal. It's a central hub between party venues on the river and the drudgery of the Yard. Finals club groupies can rejoice—no matter which club you got crazy at last night, your walk of shame shan’t be too protracted. Quincy House also offers quick access to Tommy’s, which proves invaluable when you run out of mixers...
...these people will now walk away with a significant payday: $165 million for about 400 employees, on top of $55 million the same people earned last year, a year that ended with AIG posting a $61.7 billion fourth-quarter loss, the largest quarterly loss in corporate history. (If it is any consolation, senior managers in the financial-products division will make about 43% less in 2008 than they did a year earlier, according to the company.) As Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke put it, "It makes me angry. I slammed the phone down more than a few times discussing...
Location: Underrated. A short walk from Starbucks on Mass. Ave, less so from the 24/7 Shaw's and CVS in Porter Square (yes, an entire T-stop away). It really isn't so bad. Sure, your life revolves around the whims of the shuttle and its tendencies to just pucker out when you are already running late, but—oh wait, there is no but. Did I mention the muggers' hangout also known as Cambridge Common...
After Christine Ross moved into a brand new home on the southwestern fringe of Albuquerque last fall, she and her three-year-old sharpei-labrador mix, Ruca, went for a walk nearly every evening. Usually, they would venture inside a cinderblock wall where the spiny desert scrub had been smoothed over in preparation for a housing development that never materialized. That's where they were walking a month ago when Ruca spotted what to a dog is considered a treasure: a bone jutting from the sandy soil. Ross had an uneasy feeling about the find, however. She snapped a photograph...