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With spring break already two weeks in the past, it seems that there are few ways to keep alive the memory of endless idyllic hours of vacation, socialization, and relaxation—in other words, Spring Break ‘08, WHOO! Our tans have already faded, and we’ve already forgotten most of the inside jokes that inspired the captions in our facebook albums. But one phenomenon that frequently characterizes both European tourism and island vacations seems to have followed us back to Cambridge—or rather, our adventures abroad have alerted us to a reality...
...transactional" campaign full of policies meant to buy votes from specific groups. But Edwards' sales pitch is full of transactions-a couple hundred billion dollars' worth of them, give or take-and the crowd in Ottumwa wants all of it. When he is finished, the people clap and whoo-hoo and head up to shake his hand and hug Elizabeth. A gray-haired woman in front of me, who wears a blouse covered with Harley-Davidson logos, is cheering as hard as anyone, so I tap her on the shoulder. When she turns, I can suddenly see the tears welling...
...talking about it. And I'm revealing a beauty secret that literally performs miracles. It can reverse aging. It can make you look 10, even 20 pounds lighter." The literal miracles seem slight compared to this. Says Oprah, according to the show's transcript, "I'm so excited. Whoo, whoo. Whoo, whoo. Whoo!" Well, breasts are an erogenous zone, after...
...last point; peering intently at the television, one of my roommates said, “Wait—there are Asian baseball players?” When the game ended, we threw open the windows and listened to the shouts echoing across the Winthrop courtyard. “Whoo,” we said, perfunctorily...
...distorted. When we got to Mass. Ave., we followed the crowds streaming into Harvard Yard; drunken undergraduates were massed around the John Harvard statue cheering on the band, which had ranged itself on the steps of University Hall. We kept running into people we knew. “Whoo,” we’d say to them. “Whoo!” they’d yell back. People with the vague impression that they ought to be participating in some sort of celebratory destruction were carrying traffic cones they’d stolen. There...