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No femmes, no fats

By Danton Remoto | March 7, 2005 - 12:00am

I only began chatting in the Internet when I began studying in Rutgers University, in New Brunswick, New Jersey. The graduate school in English was excellent, one of the top 10 in the US, and our reading list consisted...

Arts and Culture

Trans-Pacific book barter

By Alfred A. Yuson | August 9, 2004 - 12:00am

Lord, am I drowning in books. Piles of the stuff just keep rising all over increasingly constricted floor space, and I mean floor space, of which the attic-library has run out of, very nearly. I have yet to find...

Arts and Culture