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...only to mask his own pain. He's the kind of guy who has his mom's, sister's and two half sisters' first initials tattooed in Gothic letters on his wrist. ("It spells KAOS, but upside down it looks like Sony," he notes wryly.) But will young girls warm to his vulnerability when it's drawn out by another guy? "I don't think Ennis could be labeled as gay," says Ledger. "Without Jack Twist, I don't know that he ever would have come out. I think the whole point was that it was two souls that fell...
...Double-Duty Decoration When Swedish furniture giant Ikea asked 28 designers to come up with new products, they produced all kinds of ideas, including the ultimate couch-potato pillow. Designer Maria Vinka was inspired by the idea of burying her feet in a pile of pillows to keep them warm. Just don't jump up to answer the phone...
...fail their ever-so-trendy minions, delivering an earnest collection of new and old favorites that owed its occasional hollowness not to the spirit of the band but to the acoustics of the venue. The band began the set with a progression of older songs, to the warm response of an audience understandably acquainted more with recent hit singles. Both parties seemed much more comfortable once the band brooded into the well-delivered “The Beast and Dragon Adored,” the opening song on “Fiction” and a prime example...
...wanted to leave my freshman fall,” she says. “The culture was just so different.” A native of Manhattan Beach, Calif., Jones started college in the same boat as many other warm-weather-loving, East-coast-bound soon-to-be-Ivy-Leaguers. The adjustment wasn’t an easy one for her. But four years later, Jones dreads the thought of leaving the hallowed halls she now calls home...
...they say that love conquers all, and they’re right. Because in spite of everything to complain about, there are a thousand small reasons to love this place. I love how everyone in Quincy chills in the courtyard when it’s warm out, and that my roommates and I always wake up at exactly 11:30 on Sunday mornings for brunch. I love the idealists who work tirelessly and thanklessly to improve life at Harvard, and the kids cheering at the football games who refuse to believe we have no spirit. I love the taste...