Six Days in April: A New Rambler Call to Action: Bulletin No. 2

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Welcome to the Occupation: Bulletin No. 2

4 April 2000

Author's Note: These notes are basically as I wrote them, though I've tried to fix some of the typos. If you note occasional departures from my usual air of studied calm and rationality, I ask you to excuse them on the basis of adrenaline and time of day. (Some of 'em are also really random).

--Laura

Day 2 (4 April 2000) shortly after 1 am

I've moved in! Things are pretty mellow about now--guitar music, grading papers, friendly conversation.

Heidi has passed out, and people are bestowing gifts beside her, sort of like offerings to the dead, except that of course she's not dead (she's WAY too cool for that). But she's got cigarettes and cookies now, so she'll be a happy girl when she wakes up.

We're singing songs, a verse or two here, a verse or two there, from what we can remember of "The Circle Game" or "Joe Hill" or what have you.

Are baby carrots really baby carrots? Some maintain that they are actually huge carrots that have been wheedled down to baby carrot size. More corporate attempts to fob shit off on us. But we like baby carrots anyway.

Head count: 14, plus I think some in the tents.
Guitar count: 2.
Computer count: Not sure--3 I think.

"Buildings and Bridges" (with a bridge, of course, to get it in the right key and mood). Everybody's singing along, at least on the dadadada parts. It's so amazing--I have so many of these CDs here, and we've got the CD player, but fuck it, we've got a guitarist and voices, too, and that's so much better. I swear, this whole thing is playing into my whole notion that this is a model for a better society. Sixties idealist windbag bullshit, you might say, and I would say, at times, but really. Really. Everyone who comes here will remember this. Even the people who just come in for a teach-in class, or just poke their heads in to visit their friends--I hope that they can see this.

"Can you change the words to 'Have you lost your faith in Heidi?'" Ned asks Dave. Heidi's woken up, accidentally bumped into by the guitar. "Yeah, I think that could manage that, actually." He does. "I think that it's easier to believe in Heidi Sabers, to believe in Heidi Sabers. . . ." Now we're talking an SAS album. Ned's commissioned his own theme song, to the tune of $100.

We're discussing a new sign for the front door. Something indicating our occupation of the building. I want it to say "SAS Occupation of Jessup: Day 2." I believe that we should restart the year, the way you do when you have a revolution. This is the second day of the new society, or at least the new university. Ned agrees with me, providing that all the philosophy doesn't have to fit on the sign.

We're all singing "Bye Bye Love" now--it's a crazy time, I tell you. Now it's "Walk Up, Little Suzy." "Can you do a quick Logan Porter in his underwear song?" asks Ned, as Logan emerges from the tent wondering if the music could quiet down just a bit, since he was trying to sleep. We all have to get up early 'cause of the administration coming in, damn it.

There's so much to say, so much to tell. Like the funniest thing that's happened so far: today Ned was meeting with Mary Sue and the legal counsel guy, whatever his name is--he's sort of a tall, vague looking man with hair of no color. Anyway, there they were, having this whole discussion, terribly serious, and then all of a sudden--a poster appears in the window--the one of the Devil spanking Mary Sue. Ned said he just lost it. Legal Counsel was not amused. Neither was Mary Sue, needless to say. I think Ned explained that we might be getting a little rowdy. Not exactly the best tactical move on our part, but it really was fucking funny as hell.

[Note to self: Why am I forgetting everyone's name? What's the first sign of early onset Alzheimer's again?]

Greg Brown on the stereo now.

Yesterday, after she'd been carried out, Deb was almost ghostlike, her face a study.

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