But somebody who looks like him, at least in low-res surveillance photos, is.
Harvard University Police report this guy was seen entering Rm. 238 in Mallinckrodt Lab on Oxford Street, around 1:50 p.m. on Saturday and then exiting about a minute later - leaving behind a space where a laptop used to be. "Suspect is connected to numerous thefts on campus."
If he looks familiar, contact HUPD at 617-496-3223.
Actual Drudge, for comparison.
Jeff Mayersohn, owner of the iconic Harvard Square shop, sent e-mail to fans:
The Crimson reports that with the end of a major presence by Occupy Harvard, the U is re-opening Harvard Yard to the public sometime tomorrow. But as Ron Newman notes in the comments, the hours are limited - no more romantic moon-lit late-night strolls through the Yard, plebians.
Bijan Sabet recounts a discussion with his five-year-old today about the Harvard Square chocolate shop.
The Crimson recounts the sordid tale:
Liu said that when a freshman acquaintance asked him to spend time in Weld, he was reluctant, but he eventually decided to go ahead. Sometime during October, he began telling freshmen he lived there.
"You get so deep, you donât know how to stop it," he said.
The Crimson reports that Rami's, the kosher Israeli place in Coolidge Corner, is looking to expand and has listed Harvard Square as one of its possible new locations (along with Framingham and Sharon).
According to the Crimson, there's a glatt of interest at Harvard; says some even predict prospective students might decide where to go based on the presence of kashruth in the square.
The Crimson reports a bunch of students in a biochemistry class basically got sunburned eyeballs because they were in "a lazy kind of mood" and didn't bother to put on protective goggles while using UV light in some experiments on DNA:
As a result, they suffered from what Adeyemi was told may have been âthermal retinal burn from UV radiation,â a condition that includes symptoms of eye redness, pain, and blurry vision.
The warning comes from the school's chief athletic trainer, Brant D. Berkstresser, whose name could only be improved by adding "III" or "IV" to the end of it. The company that scrapes velvet off deer antlers for re-sale to athletes denies it's stupid enough to think it could possibly convince the brain-heavy athletes of Harvard to try its wares and so does not market to them.
Sounds like some salespeople at the Verizon store in Harvard Square need some training.
Jennifer Strong, who has an office in the square, reports on the Mass. Ave. Gauntlet: Tourists, locals who don't know which side to stand on on escalators, student herds and, of course the Save the Whatevers people:
HUPD is, predictably, not amused. Some gates are locked and IDs are being checked.
Pelly also captured some future Masters of the Universe dudebros yelling "1 percent! 1 percent!" from the window of their dorm room.
Everyone can agree that the economy is rough. This holiday season, more than usual, is important to local retailers. Small businesses in Porter and Davis squares now have another hurdle to deal with starting November 5th, no red line service on the weekends. The residents probably aren't happy about it either.
Recently, if you look out the windows on the Red Line between Harvard and Porter, you'll almost always find workers pressing against the wall to let a train by. In case the water-stained tunnel walls don't give it away: they're working on the corroded tracks as we speak. However, that may not be enough time to keep the tunnels in shape, and as The Globe explains:
Cambridge, Mass. â Tickets are on sale now for George V. Higginsâ The Friends of Eddie Coyle, Stickball Productionsâ world premiere stage adaptation of the quintessential Boston crime novel. The production runs Dec. 8âJan. 15 at Oberon in Harvard Square, for tickets, visit www.thefriendsofeddiecoyle.com
It is the winter of â69 in Boston and Eddie Coyle is a bottom of the barrel hood attempting to stay alive and out of jail among his âfriendsâ â cops, bartenders, radical hippies, bank robbers, hit men and informants. Weeks away from a prison sentence for trucking stolen booze, Eddieâs making a few bucks supplying the guns for a rash of brazen bank heists, while looking to tip someone in for a kind word to the judge.
George V. Higginsâ classic novel has been called the âbest crime novel ever writtenâ by Elmore Leonard, and literary scholars have compared his unforgiving and realistic depiction of Bostonâs underworld with the works of Dickens, Dostoevsky, and Balzac. Through dialogue quintessentially Bostonian, and the most poignant homage to Bobby Orr and the â69-â70 Boston Bruins in literature, The Friends of Eddie Coyle has set the bar for Boston crime stories for nearly 40 years.