It is 5:00 p.m. on a Tuesday and the sky is already black. But the soft, warm light in the mahogany-walled Eliot library makes bearable the early end to the day. In the back left corner sits the only other student in the room. Headphones in, back straight, face calm, she has positioned her pen on a fresh sheet of lined paper, ready to take notes on her assigned reading. From far away, it’s easy to recognize which textbook she is perusing.
My grandmother recalls a long-ago trip and an afternoon café, where she and her husband were caught up in a mass of students protesting in the streets. There's no college football in Paris, said their expat friend and tour guide—this is what the students do instead.
In the still, stinky air of the passengers’ cabin, we steel ourselves for the unbearable mundane stillness that comes with zooming through the clouds at 500 m.p.h.
As a freshman, I would wander past Grolier, always telling myself that next time, I would go in. I went once, but without any idea what I should be looking for, I did not buy anything. Poetry seemed so removed from my life experience. Had I said all this to Ifeanyi Menkiti—philosophy professor at Wellesley College, poet, and Grolier’s owner since 2006—he probably would have objected. His work in literature and philosophy functions on the belief that, beyond their intellectual richness, they are relevant to the world in ways outside of the aesthetic.
Just a month after Baghdad fell in 2003, Foote was asked to go to Iraq and aid the Coalition Provisional Authority, the nation’s transitional government, in rebuilding the war-torn economy. There, Foote served as part of a team tasked with ensuring the nation’s smooth transition to a free-market economy.
Peter D. Davis ’12 is known to many at Harvard as the “funny guy,” as a member of the comedy show On Harvard Time, the co-president of Harvard College’s Stand-Up Comic Society (HCSUCS), and one half of last year’s joke ticket for the UC Presidency.
The veneers of literary organizations are sometimes considered off-putting to younger students and newer writers. Rumors circulate about the creative writing community’s exclusivity, competitiveness, and pretentiousness. But to what extent are the rumors true?
In the basement of the Crimson sit a set of refurbished and aging Goss community presses: for anyone with a nostalgia for newspapers, they’re beautiful machines.
In the basement of the Crimson sit a set of refurbished and aging Goss community presses: for anyone with a nostalgia for newspapers, they’re beautiful machines.
A few blocks from my high school in the middle of town is store number 7271 of the Starbucks Coffee Company.
Who has the best guacamole in the square? FM's Mark Jahnke and Sarah Reid find out.
Last Senior Standing
I was four or five or six when my best friend informed me that wishing had rules.
The Harvard Crimson's photographers
FM reporter Sam Wohns '14 discusses politics and fantasy role playing games with Justin Newton and Ralph Beck who live in front of the Holyoke Center on Mass Ave.
Today, near the end of an administration, doubts have appeared about Obama in his supporters, necessitating a new way of negotiating the divide between Obama and us.
The first thing Vigo M. Conte does when he arrives at the Pudding is ask how everyone is doing. The second thing he does is ask for the list.
Harvard's storied nightlife in an a portrait and some sketches.
Observations from Occupy Boston.
Who is Louis Menand? To take a Menandian approach to this question, I propose an examination of the history.
Amidst the dreary sludge of midterms and papers, the residents of Adams House awoke to a colorful pick-me-up on Wednesday.
Venn Diagram: Halloween, Head of the Charles
Some professors are pretty Fashionable, so we took pictures of them.
My grandmother recalls a long-ago trip and an afternoon café, where she and her husband were caught up in a mass of students protesting in the streets. There's no college football in Paris, said their expat friend and tour guide—this is what the students do instead.
