Cynical conspirators argue that the recession is just another lie from "the man", and in truth, traipsing through Cavendish Center in the middle of a weekday could get you thinking that perhaps they have a point. Having walked straight out of student-ville into an apparent recession, counting out five cent coins for airtime, or returning coke bottles in order to purchase my popcorn staple, is nothing unusual. Still, I admit that extra electricity, food and woolens, worsens winter finances somewhat. I battle with the self-inflicted torture of window-shopping, or the notion that social resuscitation is not a good enough reason to dip into the emergency fund. More to the point, in this economic climate, starving artists are out of