Reina A.E. Gattuso
FM predicts winners deserving of this year's prize.
I punched my sister in the face. I was about six years old, old enough to know better, but in my defense she was old enough to have learned to block. I promise the tooth that ended up falling out of her mouth was a baby tooth. I remember blood. I don’t think I’ve punched anyone since.
It’s Friday morning ,time for the ’Berg and breakfast near bros.
Cargo shorts, by the way, are for virgins. So why do you insist on besmudging our community’s street cred by donning the main accoutrement of the middle-aged dad?
I picture a Silk Road of plastic light-up toys stretching from Rome to the Pacific, miles and miles of dusty traders handing them off one by one.
We stay home in the sleepy heat of midday and go out as the air cools in the evening to buy Ramadan pita, eating it before it gets humidity-sweaty, not waiting for Iftar, butter on our hands.
There is a craftsmanship to their neck sinews I can only see now as they crane their necks as children might, when looking at a sky of stars.
You can find Rich’s archives at Schlesinger library, in the same Yard where she attended class. Her many papers and diaries, ink-smudged, doodled-on, and worn, reveal a personal evolution as radical as that of her poetics.
A few months into the school year, I got a phone call from my aunt. “Matthew’s standing at the door,” she said. “He has his shoes and coat on. Listen to what he’s saying.” I heard the static as she moved the phone from her face to his.
Remember the moment you got into Harvard? Of course you do. And, as jaded as you may be—or pretend to be—, it's always fun to relive the magic with the College's newest crop of admitted students. Flyby caught up with a couple of them to talk about exorbitant Facebook friending, awkward questions, and weeping puppies.
For those Flyby readers interested in English lawn games, prepare to be disappointed: Pfoho Croquet will not involve any actual mallets or wickets.
Want to procrastinate online, but feel like you're wasting time? The Harvard Resource Efficiency Program (REP)'s new blog is procrastination with a purpose.
Sexiest physical trait: Let’s just say, when I lay out, I burn. And when I burn, I peel. And when I peel, everything peels.
In paper soft with age and still crisp from the printer, in cursive loops and cartridge-ink, they tell their stories.
Advising Fortnight began this evening with a kick-off event in Annenberg. The next two weeks promise a plethora of events catered to (and catered for) freshman eager for wisdom about concentrations (and cupcakes). With pithy, often alliterative, food-oriented titles, the department workshops are aimed to help freshmen gauge their academic interests. Acknowledging the overstimulated and chronically indecisive nature of this generation, Flyby makes the concentration decision easy. Just go for the food.