1999-2000

1999-2000

> 12:21 p.m. EST > TH Communication > Subject: The Minutes > > Present in room: > 22:00– LS, CB, CS, LZ > 20:01– LS, CB, CS, LZ > 22:02– JJ enters > 22:03– DJ enters > 10:04– NG, AH reported MIA > 10:05– group members wandering around > 10:06– unsettling noise and laugher... LS can giggle > :10:07– the meeting begins (more prompt then Earth Issues.. just > kidding) > > AND SO DO THIS WEEKS MINUTES............ > > I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, > starving hysterical naked, > dragging themselves though the HUB at dawn looking for > everything bagels, > angeleheaded hipsters planning for a faculty dinner function > to the passage to India in the machinery of night, > who rice and dishes and good-tasting and yum eat up smiling > in the supernatural darkness of funk-filled vibes floating across > the mind of professors contemplating A's, > who bared their thanks to Lisa under the Glow of 40 people Mu- > chingdown eats on Feb. 24th with us treekids, > who on the 27th though our house with radiant cool eyes hallucinat- > ing Awareness and Sustaibalility among the freshman of > Morgan, > who have signed up for a floor program for education and learning > wonderful ways of saving our earth, > these treekids will then in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their > flexpoints in veggies and hosting dinner for the Campus though > the caf, > who seem to neglect vegan fudge being in cahoots with the Underground, > with a belt of marijuana for New York***, (hmmm how'd that get in there?) > Thom and Judy will come in pants or skirts and speak of organic farming > in Pennsylvania, > apples, or possibly some other foods season after season > with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and > cock and endless balls, > incomparable bogeying to the streets of baltimoredancing bass and > lighting in > the mind leaping toward the dance floor at Paradox and Fever, le– > aving at 7 for those who want to come > Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, > wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of > teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon > and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ash- > can rantings and kind king light of mind, > who talked to Durdens secretary but Courtney for the sideroom chat with > Earthnow and the Treehouse on March 6th at 5:30 until the noise of > activism > and student interest bring Durden down shuddering mouth-wracked > and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the > drear light of HUB. > we should read the strategic plan all night in submarine light for > environmental progress in and > out of our campus. > listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, > Lisa talked continuously seventy-hours from park to pad to bar > of budgets due on the 8th of March. > A lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the > stoops of fire escapes of windowsills of Old West out of > the moon, > yaketayyakking screaming vomiting whispering figures of how much mo- > ney and such we had added to our budget so think of ideas before > they set it as then its too late. > whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights > of our valentines day fun, gifts thrice in the week about for your per– > son > mine vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of > candy hearts for my person Christiana Briddell > thinking earth week ideas for Earthnow and bands of local > origin > we've decided everyone remains high and devilishly grinning Lisa > desires coke as Lucas spoke > "I shaved my head the other night > as I was contemplating what to do about gabe > and as I came to the discovery that the reason why gabe comes > up with all this insanity..... > is because he has been in love with Lisa all these > years and in an attempt to deal with this revelation > I shaved my head" > only to go better with our streaking when its warm. > but before, at the round table in flourescent lighting, > are due your leaves articles then next Sunday > we read. > as Dan read his quotes > from emails which Edenbo wrote. > > > Howlus redoneius [Ginsberg] Mondino > > The author would like to thank the Lisa for always being there and > thinking she's tough, Courtney for sticking through with it all and > being tough, Christi for being a cheesehead, Lucas for shaving his head, > Dan's smile, Melanie for making me a vegan, Joel for making the cookies, > Jackie for reminding us the Mickey Mouse will never die, and Nicole and > Addie for playing it safe and staying away from our meeting; also the > beat poetry movement which has proven to be so influential in tonight's > minutes. > > > ps. i love you

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