Jake G. Cohen

For a while, the Harvard Jazz Collective was big time. Really. You may not have heard of us, a modest

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I’ve been playing a lot of “Rock Band” lately, and without a doubt, the dumbest part of that video game

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Psychology I Know All About That: Epistemology and Identity in the Works of T.I. Primary sources: “U Don’t Know Me,”

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Once, Ne-Yo was a dude’s dude. Insofar as is possible for any falsetto-reliant R&B balladeer, he was a bro. He

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The first role Diane M. Paulus ’87 ever landed at Harvard was Portia in a Cabot House production of “The