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	<description>The Minda de Gunzburg Center for European Studies at Harvard University</description>
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		<title>I climbed the Stairway to Heaven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My invitation to China came from a classmate at Harvard. She taught English in southern China for the month of July and invited me to explore the north with her ‘because it would be easier to travel with a Westerner’ (she was born in Manchuria and moved to California when she was ten). I assumed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=47</link>
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		<title>Over the hills and far away</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It is said that he who tires of London tires of life. She who tires of Madrid has reason. If the intermittent wind blowing stale, 110 degree heat across your face doesn&#8217;t get to you, the smoking and the local&#8217;s propensity for public urination might.
Don&#8217;t get me wrong: for all its squalor, Madrid is an [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=46</link>
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		<title>Operacion Triunfo Americana</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I went to a concert last Thursday with Maria, the girl who owns my apartment. The group, Marco Fernandez and the Backstabbers, consisted of a translator as lead vocalist, two of his friends from school on guitar and drums, a pretty brunette who occasionally pushed the keyboard to no audible effect, and a bassist who [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=45</link>
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		<title>Yo no soy racista, pero&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I didn&#8217;t meet Alberto, my Italian roommate, until my third day in my new apartment.  He&#8217;ll be continuing a master&#8217;s in political science this fall but is waiting tables for the summer.  It&#8217;s not unusual to go out for dinner at 11pm here in Spain, so I assumed he got home well after I go to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=44</link>
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		<title>Being &#8220;intellectual&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My last semester in Paris taught me that the worst thing I can do is take myself too seriously as a researcher. I showed up in Paris, ready to write a Social Studies junior paper about race in France (something, anything within that giant area of study), armed with contacts I had made while at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=42</link>
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		<title>The First £20 Million Is Always The Hardest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I should probably mention that I am interning for a film company. Slingshot Studios, an independent UK firm. They produce films digitally (as opposed to on film) with budgets between one and two million pounds. They are beginning production on &#8220;Tormented&#8221;, a teen horror movie. In weeks to come, this film will make me live [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=41</link>
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		<title>Why not?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My last night in Paris, I unexpectedly ran into an old friend at a club.  Perhaps unexpectedly is an understatement.  I last saw the man three years ago when we were singing in the choir of the American Cathedral in Paris.  I assumed he and his wife and two children had long since moved back [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=40</link>
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		<title>How the French define &#8220;barbecue,&#8221; and other lifestyle differences</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few Sundays ago, I went to a &#8220;barbecue&#8221; at the home of a Parisian family.  It was given by Elsa&#8217;s best friend from high school, and her younger brother.  (Elsa Paparemborde &#8216;10 is graciously hosting me this summer in her Paris residence.)  Elsa asked her friend if she could bring me and Becky Cooper [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=39</link>
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		<title>The basics</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m spending my days in Spain working for Suffolk University’s Madrid Campus.  As of yet my job lacks formal title but I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ll have imagined something compelling by the time I send my resume to prospective employers in the fall.  
The campus is located in the heights (relative to the rest of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=38</link>
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		<title>The art of making tea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It took me an hour and a half to make tea today.
But before I launch into this tragic episode that exposed my very un-British self (as if the accent and the American diction hadn&#8217;t already), I must point out that even as an intern, I had escaped making tea for six entire days at an [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cesblog.fas.harvard.edu/?p=37</link>
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