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A set of emu eggs are incubated Thursday afternoon at the Harvard Museum of Natural History. The eggs are on loan from an emu farm in Gill, MA, to which the chicks will be returned after hatching.
“Imagine this moment were real,” says Leila, the young girl standing in the middle of the stage who has been trying to retell her story. It’s the middle of a production of David Greig’s chilling play“Yellow Moon,” and up until this point, you had been sure that every previous scene was indeed real—or, at least real in the context of the play’s narrative. But the production of the play directed by Susanna B. Wolk ’14, which ran through Saturday in the Loeb Ex, challenged the very notion that the audience can trust the narrators on stage.
For those of you missing your pets at home, Flyby has a few suggestions for how to cope with the separation.
Sophie Levin, friend of the author, Skypes with her poodle Eloise every day.
Well, it’s a jungle out there. Every Thursday from 12 p.m. to 2 p.m., the grass outside the Science Center Plaza is gifted with the presence of farm animals.
Perhaps the recent uproar caused by the baby squirrel that was claiming backpacks in Kirkland Courtyard made its mark, because Harvard’s been deemed one of the most squirrel-obsessed colleges by the Huffington Post.
The quick and dirty about what's been going on around the Ancient Eight. With class back up and running in the Ivy League, there's plenty of news—and plenty of gossip. In fact, Yale administrators themselves may be feeding the gossip with their vague references to apparently unsavory events. According to the Yale Daily News's Cross Campus Blog, a recent email from Saybrook College's Master to residents of the College referenced "weird, creepy and (frankly) disgusting things" that had been happening in the laundry room of late. While he didn't specify just what these disgusting things were, he wrote, "I can't imagine why someone would do those things, but it has got to stop." Yalies, you disgust us.
The program for “An Adult Evening With Shel Silverstein,” which ran until August 31, forewarned the audience that the “show is not suitable for children.” This might seem like a surprising disclaimer to accompany the work of an author best known for child-friendly poems, but the play took on a lot, from wild obscenities, to killing horses, matricide, infanticide, and being raped by a bunch of Koreans (we never find out why the Koreans are in the story specifically, but it gets dwelled on).
The baby squirrel that has been frequenting Kirkland Courtyard of late does not appear to have made any strides in his development of self-dependency. In addition to continued displays of freakish domestication and unnatural levels of comfort around humans, the baby squirrel is now laying claim to backpacks and does not appear to be leaving any time soon.
The quick and dirty about what's been going on around the Ancient Eight.
There were breakups on the left, a besotted duo on the right, and playful friendly interactions behind. The varied relationships reached a climax at one moment in the middle of the production when all nine performers herded the audience into one group and danced around them, chant-like and circular as the lights narrowed on the unsuspecting theatergoers. The message was clear; relationships are all-consuming, emotional, and there’s no way to avoid the glaring reality of love.