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...needed a ‘reason’ to come to a museum,” said Paris A. Spies-Gans ’09, the founder and former president of OUR HUAM. “Events like Night At The Fogg provided the reason. They realized that it wasn??t an intimidating place...and they continued to come,” Spies-Gans said. The Fogg and the attached Busch-Reisinger Museum will be closing on June 30 for the next four years. However, despite early worries about access to the Harvard collections, HUAM Coordinator of Public...
...county fair in comparison. After perusing the breathtaking seafood selection, we lined up for breakfast in the outer market. The salmon, tuna, and sea urchin rice bowl I had for breakfast was unbelievable; it was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. The tuna for once wasn??t mealy, the sea urchin was creamy and the salmon practically melted the second it hit my mouth. Yet it tasted instantly familiar, even faintly reminiscent of even dear sweet Takemura, the Square’s best attempt at sushi. Perhaps this simultaneous familiarity and singularity was exactly...
Notorious B.I.G. once rapped, “If I wasn??t in the rap game / I’d probably have a key knee deep in the crack game / Because the streets is a short stop / Either you’re slingin’ crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot.” If those words of urban desperation don’t convey a political message, then nothing can. Contrary to the commonly held belief that rap is nothing more than an avenue for gangsters to obtain wealth and status, Marcus Reeves provides the necessary...
...Broadway. On the first day they told me I would stage manage a show. They treated me like I knew what I was doing or I was about to figure out very quickly. During that time I also did sound operating for a magic show. It wasn??t a bad way to live. I still haven’t figured all the magic tricks, though.—Roy Cohen
Monday, I tried to tell a high school junior on a college tour what life is like at Harvard. He wasn??t interested in the old wives’ tales he’d heard of mere graduate students loosed upon the world (they give lectures, coordinate review sessions, and worship the shape-shifter Loki), and lacked a susceptibility to that favorite sirenian suasion of the admissions department, the faculty-student ratio. Instead, he wanted to know what every Harvard applicant wants to know: Are people happy here? Might we, at day’s end, call Harvard...