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[Letter from the Editor]

DEAR READER

By christine liu

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Dear Reader,

The last week has been filled with restless nights dreaming of skintight cotton pants and metallics encircling every inch of flesh. Which can only mean, of course, the dawn of spring style. Theoretically, warm-weather collections are making their way into stores (and, um, some people's dark, twitchy consciousnesses), but arguably it's a messy time to find anything remotely appropriate for the season. Yet with palpable sunshine just around the corner, it's worth keeping up good spirits—and probably a bangin' pair of boots—when there's plenty of sweet pieces to wear from local Boston designers.

As you peruse the next pages (clothed or not, we won't judge), peek at the Massachusetts Socialist party, let Elizabeth Butters seduce you turn-of-the-century style and observe how Eran Kolirin's Israeli film The Band's Visit paints a notable portrayal of Middle Eastern cultural conflict.

In addition to this issue's spankingly updated layout (like it?), herald the official debut of floppy-eared Rock. He's one of the many furry and cuddly creatures padding around Dig HQ that keep our hearts continuously re-warmed ... kinda like those rotating taquitos at 7-Eleven.

 


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WEDNESDAY AUGUST 27, 2008

Scattered clouds 68 °F

49% Humidity


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On Monday night, your trusty Dig reporter was relegated to the press gallery, and spent an hour and a half trying to find the damn booth for rotating floor credentials, being sent up and down the stairs, getting a different answer from every DNCC staffer. It made my thighs slightly stronger and the ball of rage in my stomach significantly heavier. It made me wonder how the Dems would run a country, when they can't credential a reporter. But last night I found the magic booth and got onto the floor, so all is forgiven.


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