If they only had hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship classes, a story about Reed campus life could make for a good Netflix cult story. Like the St. Johns kids.
-----Original Message----- From: Friam <[email protected]> On Behalf Of jon zingale Sent: Friday, April 30, 2021 9:44 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [FRIAM] Natures_Queer_Performativity_the_authori.pdf At times, I miss living near Reed. Sometime in my twenties, my friends Ralf and Allison and I rented a car and drove to Columbus Ohio where we heard that John Griggs Thompson was to speak. None of us felt like springing for a hotel room and decided instead to drink coffee and eat donuts at Buckeye Donuts until the lecture the next morning. The donut shop was cramped and teeming with students and Columbus's homeless. The three of us sat in the window and watched the falling snow. Allision and I were learning to tie Celtic knots and Ralf sat coloring and writing poetry on index cards. A few feet away from us, a budding engineering student attempted to spit game with another student. The former, male and typical, tried his best to impress the young woman with the status and money that he would one day have as a working engineer. We watched the young woman roll her eyes, cooly flirt, and troll the oblivious boy with anti-rationalist rhetoric. At some point she excused herself, she would need to attend a class the next morning. As she squeezed by us, between the swiveling diner stools, Ralf caught her arm, looked into her eyes, and said, "Would you care to hear a poem about compost tea"? That night, the three of us were invited back to this young woman's house. Her absent parents were both ceramicists and it showed. Every possible spandrel was decorated with cup handles, clay faces, and other abstract forms. The next morning we drank coffee in her kitchen and read the sad news that John Griggs Thompson's lecture would be canceled due to his poor health. The whole affair struck me as being a sort of anti-Aesopian fable. One where, if I needed a moral it would be that one can get more honey with a poem, one involving compost tea. or alternatively, that youth is a donut to be eaten on the spot. -- Sent from: http://friam.471366.n2.nabble.com/ - .... . -..-. . -. -.. -..-. .. ... -..-. .... . .-. . FRIAM Applied Complexity Group listserv Zoom Fridays 9:30a-12p Mtn GMT-6 bit.ly/virtualfriam un/subscribe http://redfish.com/mailman/listinfo/friam_redfish.com FRIAM-COMIC http://friam-comic.blogspot.com/ archives: http://friam.471366.n2.nabble.com/ - .... . -..-. . -. -.. -..-. .. ... -..-. .... . .-. . FRIAM Applied Complexity Group listserv Zoom Fridays 9:30a-12p Mtn GMT-6 bit.ly/virtualfriam un/subscribe http://redfish.com/mailman/listinfo/friam_redfish.com FRIAM-COMIC http://friam-comic.blogspot.com/ archives: http://friam.471366.n2.nabble.com/
