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...linebacker of sports franchises, Madden shoulders its way onto the 360 in fine form. Its designers have wisely chosen not to mess with success, using the 360's extra power to add detail instead: better weather effects, realistic sweat and more trash talk. But it's not all window dressing. The play calling has been improved, and look for sweet new moves from the players, as well as some extra-crunchy tackles...
...plenty of innovative places. One of them is La Broche in the Miguel Angel hotel, whose executive chef, Sergi Arola, apprenticed with Adriŕ. Dining at La Broche is an immersion in formalism. The color scheme of the dining room is sci-fi white, from the rectangular tables to the window blinds. The wait staff is all business (as is most of the clientele). The food, accelerating in flavor and intensity through a meal, seems conjured in Adriŕ's lab: breaded fois custard cream with apricot jam, baked skate with clam aioli, smoked beef with "ancient mustard" foam. In cooking...
...where I am supposed to segue into a damning invective against 50 and his crew, about how they are ruining rap music and unfairly monopolizing the airwaves. While such a critique has its truth, much of the 50-hating is unjustified, or what Curtis would call “window shopping.” 50 may not be a good rapper, but he is a hell of a songwriter. Lloyd Banks is a talented lyricist with a lot of potential. Young Buck, well, um… he’s got some energy, and his descriptions of violence are still...
...surge in prank wars between the Harvard and Radcliffe teams that date back to 1972. But in the past year, these pranks have been getting fishier—literally. In October 2004, members of the men’s varsity lightweight crew team reportedly snuck through a second story window of the Weld Boat House with 20 dead mackerel and a five-foot eel. “The place stunk to high hell,” says Mark A. Adomanis ’07, coxswain for the men’s lightweight team and also a Crimson editor. Despite...
...struck, amateur ramblings guaranteed that he would never juice any of the girls present in the room that night, but c’est la vie. Meanwhile, Schonberger squirmed uncomfortably in the corner, dreaming of keg stands while wondering if he could reach the road from the fourth floor window...