March 17, 2013

llc-history:

All the 228 signatures of MRC residents in 1971 pledging their support for the LLC program, from the Collins Archives. Notice that the MRC is co-ed by this time. Co-eds officially (though had occasionally throughout the past) became MRC residents in 1970, according to that year’s annual report.

I’ve got the original copies right here. The ink in their signatures looks as fresh as if they just signed it a few seconds ago. I can feel the imprint of the signatures on the back like braille. Guys, this is why history gives me goosebumps. IT’S RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME. IT’S ALL AROUND. EVERYWHERE. I’M CROSSING TIME STREAMS WITH EVERYTHING I DO. I LOVE IT.

March 2, 2013
Observations from a day spent on the road and in a paper making workshop:

  1. Apparently, it is now really difficult to wake up and get going at 7 AM. I don’t know how I survived high school.
  2. Listening to Beck has gotten me to be friends with so many people. Many a conversation with someone new has been struck upon the realization that we both like Beck. Pretty cool.
  3. Beech trees are beautiful in the woods this time of year.
  4. There are a TON of people in Indiana. There are a ton of people just in Indy. With everyone living somewhat similar lives. How do we do it all, and with so many of us? It boggles the mind.
  5. I never really got over my elementary school-age fascination with airplanes. I hardly ever go on 465 past the Indy airport, so it’s especially cool to see all those planes going in and out. 
  6. Mile-markers are extremely helpful.
  7. Watching a car full of southern Indiana and southern Tennessee kids goggle at the flat lands north of Lafayette is hilariously entertaining. 
  8. For some reason, people think it’s weird that I include sausage in the name for gravy and biscuits  Like, just saying gravy and biscuits SOUNDS wrong. Even typing it feels wrong. WRONG.
  9. Wearing water-proof boots was an excellent idea, since we were literally standing in water for many hours, often with our pants and shirts sopping wet and covered with cotton pulp as well.
  10. Cotton pulp stuck to my elbows quite well. I think I’ll prolly be peeling it off of me all night long.
  11. Paper making is actually a really long, back-breaking process. This was a good practice run for when I get to work in the greenhouse next week.
  12. I have a luscious-looking blueberry croissant from the bakery waiting for me to snarf it up later tonight.
  13. I wonder if I’ll be able to stay awake for the rest of the night.
  14. I sure as heck ain’t interested in doing homework right now. 
  15. I got to wave at Lafayette from the car window. Stinky Stayley’s, the IU Arnett Hospital, SIA, and State Road 26 were almost like home to me. The radio at the shop was on 95.7 The Rocket, with old, familiar commercial jingles that I know all the words to. 
  16. I’m homesick.

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February 21, 2013

Card catalogs at Indiana University’s Wells Library (x)

Card catalogs at Indiana University’s Wells Library (x)

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February 3, 2013
I think I’ve gotten to that point in life where everything is met with an “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “Hey, you can write a 5-8 page paper without using the passive voice by Thursday, right?”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “Hey, Jeneva, how’s the narrative coming along?”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “Are you ever going to call the bank? You’ve been putting it off since Thanksgiving, you know . . ."
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “Jen isn't coming home for Easter, AGAIN?!”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “But you are coming home to help butcher and package the steer this month, right?”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “You haven’t touched your dulcimer in two weeks!!! What is wrong with you?!”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: “You’re spending too much money on music.”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: Everyone is reading books for fun now, ya know. What are you reading?”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: "How the hell are you even going to graduate? You still haven't passed your basic math class, idiot."
Me: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH."
Them: “You know those dishes that have been hanging out in your fridge since Thanksgiving? Dontcha think it’s probably time to wash those things?”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Them: "You're an American history major? A MODERN American history major . . . ? And what are you going to do with that, hmmm, dearie?"
Me: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH."
Them: “You know, you’re drinking too much coffee.”
Me: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - slurp - AAAAAAAAH.”
January 27, 2013

Photographs depicting students gathered outside Owen Hall for a rally in protest of fee hikes at Indiana University Bloomington, May 1969.

(Click on the pictures to enlarge them and get the full effect!)

Sources: [x] [x] [x]

January 27, 2013

Indiana University 1969 Arbutus - five pages of the yearbook titled “Beauty.”

Source: [x]

January 27, 2013
The United States of America on college education
Student: I'm not going to go to college because I don't want to go into debt.
USA: YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE GOING TO AMOUNT TO NOTHING YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG. YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY TAXES ARE SO HIGH.
Student: I'm just going to attend a small community college instead.
USA: HAHAHA YOU WERE TOO STUPID TO GET INTO A GOOD UNIVERSITY. ENJOY YOUR MCDONALD'S DIPLOMA.
Student: I attended a four year university and received a diploma in a field I am interested in. Now I am $50,000+ in debt.
USA: YOU DUMBASS. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE WHEN YOU KNOW YOU COULDN'T AFFORD IT? YOU DIDN'T EVEN CHOOSE A USEFUL MAJOR EITHER. GOD PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE ME SICK.
January 23, 2013

I wanna buy Watsky’s album, because anything he puts out, I love, and I just have this image of twenty years from now when I rediscover a gorgeous CD case that is a “motherfucking castle” with a Watsky signature and what I’m sure is going to be one awesome album. I also wanna support him. He’s cool, and he deserves my money. But, like he says “money don’t grow on trees, and I’m b-r-o-k-e.” CAN I TALK MYSELF INTO IT? We’ll see. 

I spend more money on music than anything else. It’s getting a little ridiculous. But, geez, it hurts to tell myself NO.

Sigh.

Goodnight.

January 21, 2013
Also, a remnant of the period where the Navy lived at the Men’s Residence Center, the space where the 1940s guard house once stood still remains visible outside Collins LLC.
Source: taken and scanned from the Collins archives, of which I am head historian!

Also, a remnant of the period where the Navy lived at the Men’s Residence Center, the space where the 1940s guard house once stood still remains visible outside Collins LLC.

Source: taken and scanned from the Collins archives, of which I am head historian!

January 21, 2013
America-An Ecological Eulogy - Indiana University Bloomington Arbutus 1971
Caption reads: 
“this land is doom
its forest choke
its birds fall to the ground
in rains of sulphur and monoxide
an ash pile, broken glass,
twisted cars,
pretties for my lady America
to gridle her loins
in death
to caress her neck in necklaces
of the wastes of cities
this land is filth
from sea to oil-glazed sea
from the sewage on the Hudson
to the redwood stumps of California
this coughing land,
this hacking land
bringing from its throat
the phlegm of civilization
our bodies shall begat sons
who will be strangers
to the blue sky and clear water
who will not note the robin’s song
my America sings the song of smog
a vaporous tune that clogs the
lungs of all minstrels,
minstrels all we sing the song of destruction”
Source [x]
(I’m pretty sure that’s the power plant right outside my window.)

America-An Ecological Eulogy - Indiana University Bloomington Arbutus 1971

Caption reads: 

“this land is doom

its forest choke

its birds fall to the ground

in rains of sulphur and monoxide

an ash pile, broken glass,

twisted cars,

pretties for my lady America

to gridle her loins

in death

to caress her neck in necklaces

of the wastes of cities

this land is filth

from sea to oil-glazed sea

from the sewage on the Hudson

to the redwood stumps of California

this coughing land,

this hacking land

bringing from its throat

the phlegm of civilization

our bodies shall begat sons

who will be strangers

to the blue sky and clear water

who will not note the robin’s song

my America sings the song of smog

a vaporous tune that clogs the

lungs of all minstrels,

minstrels all we sing the song of destruction”

Source [x]

(I’m pretty sure that’s the power plant right outside my window.)

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