Word: wee
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...discover that the real-life son led a quieter yet deeply inspiring life. Markhasev came to the U.S. at age 10. After a start in a gifted-students program, he drifted in and out of schools in Los Angeles, West Hollywood and Orange County, picking up the nickname "Pee-wee," for a purported resemblance to Pee-wee Herman. Eventually, Markhasev found his way to L.A.'s mean streets, where he allegedly hooked up with Mexican gangs, picking up their slang and behavior. In 1995 he was sent to probation camp for six months, reportedly after being charged with possession...
...uncollegiate, it's nice to come home on a Saturday night and hear chanting teams and smell waves of beer stench from down the hall. Maybe that doesn't sound fun, but sometimes it can be a little depressing to look at the glow of computer screens in the wee hours of the weekend nights at the theoretically most crazy-fun time of life...
...Tommy's Hole of Pizza in this way since I go more often than most of you probably do, but I'm not proud of that fact. I am simply resigned to the idea that you and I are destined to a collegiate life of unsanitary pizza in the wee hours, as I have no plans to open up a clean pizzeria or to suggest anything rash (except perhaps, for Pinnochio's to get a bloody three a.m. license...
...antakshari, a game played by young people at parties and weddings--something along the lines of "Name That Tune"--which focuses on Indian film music and gave everyone in the ensemble a chance to show off their singing, dancing and clowning skills. Vipin Goyal '98 and Shilpa Jain '98 wee particularly spectacular in their exuberant and riotous re-creation of a film dance, acting out a marital infidelity, argument and reconciliation...
Badu's voice isn't cuddly or cozy; it's sharp and metallic at points, wounded and sad at others. Most of the songs on Baduizm are slow, supple and subtle. Certainly, with its naked gurgling bass, feels like a wee-hours jazz improv and sounds like a love ballad; it's actually a look at the dysfunctional "love affair" America has with its black citizens. Drama, despite its title, starts placidly but later crests as Badu laments symptoms of modern life: "race relations/ segregation/ no occupation/ world inflation...