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...know the story. It is written: Jesus whines his gentle jussive, dancing down the stage, to kiss the air by Judas' cheek, to limply shake Maria's hand. Unoffending, uninjured, undemanding, the actors lift him by hiccups into heaven on the cross. Jesus, son of God, gladly gives his life to purge us of our sins. We can all sing to this tune. We can all be uplifted. We can all expect the resurrection to take place before a short reception in the lobby. Christ the man killed, we celebrate Christ the lamb, nipping at his heels, holding...

Author: By J.l. Martin, | Title: Jesus Christ Superstar: A Work in Progress | 10/15/1999 | See Source »

...dream: you come across a busy intersection. Suddenly your bavarian clogs are pounding against the pavement as you weave in and out of traffic. You dart between two SUVs, shake a Lexus, and high-step your way across Mass. Ave., untouched for the score. But glory like that doesn't come without hard work, dedication, and sound fundamentals. Here to help with latter are some tips from FM's personal playbook...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Drinky Drink | 10/14/1999 | See Source »

Next weekend, the Crimson will travel to Fordham (0-5, 0-2 Patriot), which lost Saturday 35-18 to Penn and lost two weekends ago to Cornell, 42-14. Fordham barely poses a threat on paper, but Harvard has to shake off two week's worth of disappointing losses...

Author: By Cathy Tran, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Football Blows Win at Cornell | 10/12/1999 | See Source »

Nobody wants to be an anomaly when it comes to medical matters, the kind of patient who prompts doctors to shake their head and say softly, "I've never seen this before...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: I'm Still Waiting for My Miracle | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

Goya and his friends, who didn't like me much--in the long dream they were young, streetwise hustlers--had clamped an immobilizing device on my leg, which I couldn't shake off and which, to their vast amusement, prevented me from climbing over the madhouse wall to freedom. This too was real. The Perth surgeons had put my right leg, with its multiple fractures, in a fiendish-looking contraption called an Ilizarov frame: three concentric rings enclosed the leg, and from each of them sprouted an array of metal spikes that went through the flesh and screwed into...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Death's Throat | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

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