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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...search of quality music. Where to go? The Nameless Coffee House on Church Street offers free performances by the likes of Tracy Chapman and Dar Williams. You can head over to Club 47 on Palmer Street where Joan Baez performed her first show. In a few years, you could stroll into the Harvard Square Theater and catch Bob Dylan. Or, turn on your radio and listen to the legendary “Hillbilly at Harvard” program on WHRB. You lived your life with folk music in the background...

Author: By Rachel T. Lipson, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Club 47 Revisited | 11/19/2009 | See Source »

...need a temporary escape from psets and papers:Take in the brisk fall air with a stroll along the Charles while you can still feel your toes. Sure, you may be that loner surrounded by touchy-feely couples, but an empty campus = me-time. Embrace it.Charles River, 24/7. (Except when it’s really, really, dark...

Author: By Kriti Lodha, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Get Out! | 11/19/2009 | See Source »

...crisp air but were eventually pushed aside by workmen rolling up the layers of red Afghan rugs that had been laid over the concrete walkways for the occasion. Ali Seraj, great-grandson of former King Abdul Rahman Khan, Afghanistan's first modern monarch, took a nostalgia-tinged stroll through the nearby rose garden. His great-grandfather had built the turn-of-the-century palace, and Seraj took particular pride in pointing out the beautiful buildings his ancestors had once inhabited. The inauguration hall was where the king once received supplicants; a crumbling ruin had once housed his great-grandfather...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Karzai Sworn In: Now, on to the Next Afghan Crisis | 11/19/2009 | See Source »

They found me on an average stroll through Urban Outfitters. With no luck in the clothing department, I began mindlessly thumbing through the racks of neon sunglasses. One pair in particular beckoned me, though it was the plainest of the bunch: they were faux reading glasses with black frames and clear lenses. I pulled them on like armor. My metamorphosis had finally arrived. I was no longer the airhead, I was the coveted, feared, admired intellectual. I immediately bought them...

Author: By Julia M. Spiro, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: I Can See Clearly Now | 11/12/2009 | See Source »

...know what I mean. You see that friend you made freshman year, that you never really kept in touch with, and you debate whether to keep your head down and scurry past to avoid the “Wow, you look great!” remarks, or whether to stroll past them just to flaunt your new, hipper self, specifically to get those remarks, while then nonchalantly pretending like you have no idea what they’re talking about...

Author: By Frances Jin, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Nerd-amorphosis | 11/5/2009 | See Source »

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