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...used to get chocolate milk delivered to our beds. The amputees of Walter Reed Army Medical Center were accustomed to first-class service as a matter of hospital policy. "The Ritz-Carlton is where you want to go, not Motel 6," the head nurse of Ward 57 told her staff after the Iraq war began in 2003. "That's how I want all my patients treated...
...whole day is work.” For serious pianists, there is often a choice between a solo career and teaching. “At this point, she is not ready to sit down and become a teacher,” Gorzhevskaya says of her ward. It’s clear that, despite the stress of competing, Nadzhafova loves to perform. Nadzhafova has prepared a diverse program for Sunday’s concert at Sanders, with works by Sergei Tanyev, Schumann, and Prokofiev. Ilya Petrov, 21, the other performer, expresses the same enthusiasm about music as Nadzhafova. Faced with similar...
...Matt Ward takes a little getting used to. That’s not to say the hustle and bustle of “Post-War,” his most recent full-length, was unwelcome or obtrusive. No, that album manages to sound fresh while staying faithful to its predecessors, as the addition of a full-time backing band has put some meat on the bones of Ward’s previously wispy arrangements. “To Go Home,” the album’s first single and the eponymous highlight of M. Ward?...
...where ballerinas cavorted with jocks to ’90s pop hits. It felt kind of like the party that FM was never invited to in high school. In Cabot, a strapping junior played host in a charming bathrobe, but he wasn’t able to ward off the swarms of over-eager freshman. At the same party, two extremely enthusiastic Beirut players proved how manly they were by repeatedly slapping each other in the face. Hard. Did we say manly? We meant messed up. SATURDAY In Eliot Ground Zero, the Canadian Club?...
...said I had high fever and probably had pneumonia. For the next few days, I drifted in and out of consciousness. When my mind came into focus again, I found my arm bound to the side of the bed. I was being fed intravenously. A woman in the ward came over to chat. She said, ''You were unconscious for six days. They thought you were going to die.'' She was as thin as a reed, with hollow cheeks, colorless dry skin, but burning bright eyes. ''Have you got TB?'' she asked. ''This is a TB ward. But I go back...