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These Boots Were Made For Fucking with the Nash Equilibrium
Women of Lehman Library, be ruled by me ( Read more... ) -
You've Got Something On Your Face; Here, Let Me Wipe It Off The Map
When the world's got you down because you've got to calculate the marginal curve and the prospect of it just pushes you past the bounds of reason and into the bounds of homicidal thought, it's extremely satisfying to force your way into being one of the few members of your student body to violently squeeze the hand of one of the world's most ( Read more... ) -
I Wear My Administrative Cap! Also My Top Hat.
Just forget about it, Internet! Don't even try to read my excellent, fascinating, highly personal LiveJournal! I'm going friends-only, because I love that man and you can't stop me! Comment to be added. I think. I'm kind of new at this. But give it a try.
Emily
Edit, 24 hours later: To clarify, all people I already list as friends are above ( Read more... ) -
Whose Baby Is Messing Around?
On Saturday afternoon, I was tootling down Beacon Street in Inman Square in the friendly sunshine and passed by an improv performance space with a smattering of postcard adverts for the studio's upcoming shows. One of the postcards sported a picture that I recognized from my Friends List, featuring a girl whose journal I read, who also lives in ( Read more... ) -
Cesare Laetare
What happens when you walk around the city of Boston with a giant heart on your forehead on Ash Wednesday?
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Now Is This Not Ridiculous
Dear LiveJournal,
I felt that it was important to inform you of my exact location at this moment. I am at an Iolanthe dress rehearsal. I am currently in a little wooden fort covered in shimmery blue material, meant to serve as a body of water, from which I will make my entrance. This will happen in about 10-15 minutes, after the overture and ( Read more... )
