Minutes to Madness, #3
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jesse_dylan"The gloriously radiant secretary with hair of summer flame, eyes of the heavens and a face of sunlight then reminded everyone that Holly and Drew as members-at-large was actually his idea in the first place."
Oct. 17, 2002 General Meeting Minutes
Jesse Dylan Watson (secretary)
Attendance
The entire advisory board showed up (except for Chrystal Ruby who, again, has class during our meeting times and should not be expected to skip it just for us—I understand it’s difficult to find a meeting time that works for everyone, but I know Chrystal would like to come if she could, and I’d like to see her there; can’t we work something out?). A sad and paltry amount of others were in attendance, but I was happy to see Amanda Brunner, who we will unfortunately lose next semester (she’s transferring for reasons of majors). It was fun to have you around, Amanda! Kathy (sp?) Spies also came and was frustrated throughout (but weren’t we all).
This sad lack of “general” honors society members may be due to a lack of a properly punctual e-mail being sent out by the secretary because he can’t keep much track of himself, much less the time of month (but boy is he pretty!). It may also be that they found the last meeting annoying and didn’t want to attend a repeat performance. Should this be the case, they would be pleased to know that if they thought the last meeting was bad, this one was even worse. God rest their souls.
Reports (and wild insertions therein)
Director
Our kind and gentle director opened with a fit of rage. Apparently, he has been taking a lot of flak from people for apparently never being in his office (I can attest to this as, being his son, I am constantly asked, “Where is your dad?” to which I reply, “Well, our attachment at the hip was severed in a large shopping cart accident, so I am no longer able to keep tabs on every symphonic movement of his complicated life”). He wishes it to be known that this is certainly not the case. He spends more hours in his office than he gets paid for, but if you want to talk to him, you need to get your life in order and either e-mail him or leave him a message. Unlike Jen’s jacket, which is currently hibernating and twitching wildly on a hook in the honors room, Mr. Watson does not live there, and like any important man, wishes to keep track and speak to each of us, but to do so, he must have advance warning. The number of honors students has tripled under Mr. Watson, and so he has a lot of people to keep track of (with Krista’s help, without whom we’d all be in quite the fix, likened, perhaps, to a cod trying to make do swimming in orange Jell-O).
After that, a spasmatic duo of thanks was offered to individuals, especially Veronica, who did a great job selling things, etc, at the performing arts dealie-bobber that she had no advance warning of (she’s been a very good VP). Also due thanks was Joe, who helped her in many innumberable ways, not to mention Aaron Pinnick (sp?), who isn’t even in the honors
(director’s report, continued)
program but helped out anyway. Also thanked were the math/science folk at the university for helping to attract people to honors, and also the English faculty and many others.
Also mentioned was that Krista is a genius and that Courtney has also proven her exceptional intellect by quilting. At this point, for a reason I forget, Jen arose to heft a mighty dictionary, then confusedly replaced it back on the shelf, intoning, “Funions, Funions, whither hast thou done me wrong?”
The director also said that we really need to let people just be who they are and stop being so stuffy and weird about everything, munch-munch. There was a murmur of agreement from the stranger members of the society; Ryan then stood, lifted his arms, and intoned, quietly, “May the Force be with you.” Then the Funions resumed beckoning to the director.
President and Vice President
Jen had some words. Actually, she had quite a few words, which is perhaps why she was embracing the dictionary, curious to see if all her kaleidoscopic terms were contained within or if she was the new Shakespeare, inventing words and pulling them from the black, heaving mass of oblivion. Such was the volume of her continuous, disasterly flood of words, words, words. Oh Powers! The words, the words. The vice president attempted to shove sandbags into the torrential flow and interject a comment at times, at which she had marginal success.
We still need members at large (taken care of later in the meeting), a damn guitar (added by the V.P.), more money for Veronica (we owe it to her for supplies, pop, escort services, etc). We gave Jen some money, too (for the entertaining jacket on the wall).
Then, Jen threw her arms in the air and said something about hating kindergarteners and small, fluffy, cute animals. She pounded her podium at regular intervals and threatened to clear the courtroom if people wouldn’t stop yammering to each other. Then a priest, rabbi and a saint walked in, as it could only go uphill from there. But it doesn’t matter who walks in; the joke is still the same.
Secretary
The fiendishly good-looking and muscular secretary simply groaned, laid his head on the table and wept at the cheerless state of mankind and the world, but he did mention that he agreed that the honors room would benefit from having a guitar to play sad songs on.
(reports, continued)
Kirsti…
…missed her meeting that she was supposed to report on, a sentiment to which I can highly relate, as I am still confused over last spring’s time-change and miss lots of things. She makes up for it by being a friendly, non-judgmental, kind-hearted, great person, so don’t worry about it, Kirsti. You are at least one-up on the rest of us (perhaps ten- or twelve-up, really).
Amanda (Treasurer)…
…reported that we have $266.06 in checking and $358.71 in savings before passing out because of the Funion breath emanating from the front of the room.
Random Notes (and to categorize them as anything else would be a disservice to you all)
Happily, Holly and Drew were elected to the advisory board as members-at-large. The gloriously radiant secretary with hair of summer flame, eyes of the heavens and a face of sunlight then reminded everyone that Holly and Drew as members-at-large was actually his idea in the first place.
We also decided (or rather, our president decided, with fists of iron and jaws of metallic death) that from now on, we will vote on whether or not to participate in things. This was determined because we just don’t show up when we’re supposed to, and it has become vomit-inducing. So, basically, when something comes up, we’ll take a vote on whether or not to partake, and if we vote to, yes, participate, we had damn well better show up and do the thing (especially the people that voted for it!).
Most of us have ADD in the extreme, and the lovely, almost woman-like in his beauty but man-like in his tremendous resolve and power, secretary laid down his weary head and wept, once again, at the condition of humanity.
Then, we need new supplies, because ours suck. So we voted yes to get new supplies and buy Veronica notecards. A happy hurrah was uttered by all.
Veronica needed to leave really badly, but she couldn’t, because we’re slow as molasses in a month of Sundays in winter walking to school uphill both ways with no shoes and no toilet paper and in diapers randomly attached to limbs in order to craft a snow-suit and combat the wicked winter wonderland and Funion-breath (munch).
Committees
T-shirts
Jen says t-shirts are under control and on the way. They’ll say in front, in happy-pink letters with a puke-green background, “I graduated with honors and all I got was this puke-green shirt!” On back, they shall utter, “I hate kindergarteners.”
Website
The illustrious Ryan talked to ITC, and apparently Pez or someone has already started a web page, which Ryan is going to finish. He’s a good man, him, that Ryan, and pretty gullible to do a whole website for us, but we thank him kindly.
Hamlet’s Mill
It’s looking like a green light this time, folks, says Kath, so submit your work, put it in that cool-looking envelope that says “Hamlet’s Mill” on it, and by God, we’ll get something out there. Kath is also talking to Bill Harbort, owner of three really sweet greyhounds as well as an artsy-fartsy guy (yes, he owns an artsy-fartsy guy), and he is going to help us make Hamlet’s Mill look neat. Dr. Tangney may also be spoken to about this sort of thing, as she knows a bit about it.
Creole Fest
The person who is supposedly “in-charge” of the Creole Fest is ticked off; he doesn’t know why, but he is. It seems the Creole Fest is going to get mixed in with Kibbler’s Performance Arts things. This is not the end of the world, but he would still like to see it be a separate event.
He thinks thus: It could and should be done at a nursing home, so the old folks can enjoy it, and the whole community will be welcome. If he ever feels ambitious, he may try to get something going in Aleshire theater, put an ad in the paper, even charge a little for admission and get some interesting people to do stuff.
However, he is not ambitious at all, so this probably won’t happen (but he never wanted to be in-charge anyway). What is most likely is that nothing will happen and it will become part of Kibbler’s Performance Arts stuff. And again, this is not the end of the world. But he certainly is a good-looking, intelligent fellow.
Upcoming (and in some cases past) Events
Attempting to put upcoming first, in correct order, and past last (in no order at all)…
Halloween for Kids
This is happening at the dome on Halloween night (I think that’s the 31st, right?). Setup is from like 3-5pm, and it actually starts at 5. Little ghouls will come in and want us to candy them and probably entertain them in some fashion. We did vote to do this, so we damn well better get people to do it. I, however, am busy… uh… trick-or-treating. That’s it.
(events, continued)
Campus Coffee Break
The overly-laden-with-tasks-and-purposes Veronica is taking charge of this one as well. It’s going to happen, most likely, on Monday the 18th of November. Later in the week is not good because faculty are depressed and suicidal. The general purpose of this event is to reach out to faculty, although students sometimes stumble in, too (like a fly into the web, mua ha, to be sucked dry). Krista is going to help Veronica and the rest of us, as she actually knows what she’s doing, where-as the rest of us can only make uneducated guesses (with varying degrees of success).
Campus Preview Day
This took place on the 25th; it’s over now—how did it go? (And how do you like that funny little semi-colon that Word put up after the funny little “th”? Ah, technology.) We set up a table to attract people to honors but probably scared them away.
Campus Quiz Bowl
This was on Tuesday the 22nd. We did have a team together: Jesse, Jen, Ryan and Amanda Borseth. They did alright, but some jackass buzzed in and answered “true” on a non-true-or-false question, threw a pen across the room, and made lots of bad jokes and humiliated everyone. He may not care about his behavior, but it does reflect the honors society. He certainly is a good-looking chap, though.
Some strange “Ooga-Booga” team won. They weren’t even academic. And they got $25 each. That’s lame. The football players actually came close to taking it all—not bad. Veronica and Joe’s team did quite well, too. I personally think it was an overblown, pompous, self-serious event, but whatever—no one is asking.
When it’s over…
…that’s the time we fall in love again. With going home to sleep in a pool of our own tears. The meeting was adjourned at 7:55pm, for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.
Finis
Oct. 17, 2002 General Meeting Minutes
Jesse Dylan Watson (secretary)
Attendance
The entire advisory board showed up (except for Chrystal Ruby who, again, has class during our meeting times and should not be expected to skip it just for us—I understand it’s difficult to find a meeting time that works for everyone, but I know Chrystal would like to come if she could, and I’d like to see her there; can’t we work something out?). A sad and paltry amount of others were in attendance, but I was happy to see Amanda Brunner, who we will unfortunately lose next semester (she’s transferring for reasons of majors). It was fun to have you around, Amanda! Kathy (sp?) Spies also came and was frustrated throughout (but weren’t we all).
This sad lack of “general” honors society members may be due to a lack of a properly punctual e-mail being sent out by the secretary because he can’t keep much track of himself, much less the time of month (but boy is he pretty!). It may also be that they found the last meeting annoying and didn’t want to attend a repeat performance. Should this be the case, they would be pleased to know that if they thought the last meeting was bad, this one was even worse. God rest their souls.
Reports (and wild insertions therein)
Director
Our kind and gentle director opened with a fit of rage. Apparently, he has been taking a lot of flak from people for apparently never being in his office (I can attest to this as, being his son, I am constantly asked, “Where is your dad?” to which I reply, “Well, our attachment at the hip was severed in a large shopping cart accident, so I am no longer able to keep tabs on every symphonic movement of his complicated life”). He wishes it to be known that this is certainly not the case. He spends more hours in his office than he gets paid for, but if you want to talk to him, you need to get your life in order and either e-mail him or leave him a message. Unlike Jen’s jacket, which is currently hibernating and twitching wildly on a hook in the honors room, Mr. Watson does not live there, and like any important man, wishes to keep track and speak to each of us, but to do so, he must have advance warning. The number of honors students has tripled under Mr. Watson, and so he has a lot of people to keep track of (with Krista’s help, without whom we’d all be in quite the fix, likened, perhaps, to a cod trying to make do swimming in orange Jell-O).
After that, a spasmatic duo of thanks was offered to individuals, especially Veronica, who did a great job selling things, etc, at the performing arts dealie-bobber that she had no advance warning of (she’s been a very good VP). Also due thanks was Joe, who helped her in many innumberable ways, not to mention Aaron Pinnick (sp?), who isn’t even in the honors
(director’s report, continued)
program but helped out anyway. Also thanked were the math/science folk at the university for helping to attract people to honors, and also the English faculty and many others.
Also mentioned was that Krista is a genius and that Courtney has also proven her exceptional intellect by quilting. At this point, for a reason I forget, Jen arose to heft a mighty dictionary, then confusedly replaced it back on the shelf, intoning, “Funions, Funions, whither hast thou done me wrong?”
The director also said that we really need to let people just be who they are and stop being so stuffy and weird about everything, munch-munch. There was a murmur of agreement from the stranger members of the society; Ryan then stood, lifted his arms, and intoned, quietly, “May the Force be with you.” Then the Funions resumed beckoning to the director.
President and Vice President
Jen had some words. Actually, she had quite a few words, which is perhaps why she was embracing the dictionary, curious to see if all her kaleidoscopic terms were contained within or if she was the new Shakespeare, inventing words and pulling them from the black, heaving mass of oblivion. Such was the volume of her continuous, disasterly flood of words, words, words. Oh Powers! The words, the words. The vice president attempted to shove sandbags into the torrential flow and interject a comment at times, at which she had marginal success.
We still need members at large (taken care of later in the meeting), a damn guitar (added by the V.P.), more money for Veronica (we owe it to her for supplies, pop, escort services, etc). We gave Jen some money, too (for the entertaining jacket on the wall).
Then, Jen threw her arms in the air and said something about hating kindergarteners and small, fluffy, cute animals. She pounded her podium at regular intervals and threatened to clear the courtroom if people wouldn’t stop yammering to each other. Then a priest, rabbi and a saint walked in, as it could only go uphill from there. But it doesn’t matter who walks in; the joke is still the same.
Secretary
The fiendishly good-looking and muscular secretary simply groaned, laid his head on the table and wept at the cheerless state of mankind and the world, but he did mention that he agreed that the honors room would benefit from having a guitar to play sad songs on.
(reports, continued)
Kirsti…
…missed her meeting that she was supposed to report on, a sentiment to which I can highly relate, as I am still confused over last spring’s time-change and miss lots of things. She makes up for it by being a friendly, non-judgmental, kind-hearted, great person, so don’t worry about it, Kirsti. You are at least one-up on the rest of us (perhaps ten- or twelve-up, really).
Amanda (Treasurer)…
…reported that we have $266.06 in checking and $358.71 in savings before passing out because of the Funion breath emanating from the front of the room.
Random Notes (and to categorize them as anything else would be a disservice to you all)
Happily, Holly and Drew were elected to the advisory board as members-at-large. The gloriously radiant secretary with hair of summer flame, eyes of the heavens and a face of sunlight then reminded everyone that Holly and Drew as members-at-large was actually his idea in the first place.
We also decided (or rather, our president decided, with fists of iron and jaws of metallic death) that from now on, we will vote on whether or not to participate in things. This was determined because we just don’t show up when we’re supposed to, and it has become vomit-inducing. So, basically, when something comes up, we’ll take a vote on whether or not to partake, and if we vote to, yes, participate, we had damn well better show up and do the thing (especially the people that voted for it!).
Most of us have ADD in the extreme, and the lovely, almost woman-like in his beauty but man-like in his tremendous resolve and power, secretary laid down his weary head and wept, once again, at the condition of humanity.
Then, we need new supplies, because ours suck. So we voted yes to get new supplies and buy Veronica notecards. A happy hurrah was uttered by all.
Veronica needed to leave really badly, but she couldn’t, because we’re slow as molasses in a month of Sundays in winter walking to school uphill both ways with no shoes and no toilet paper and in diapers randomly attached to limbs in order to craft a snow-suit and combat the wicked winter wonderland and Funion-breath (munch).
Committees
T-shirts
Jen says t-shirts are under control and on the way. They’ll say in front, in happy-pink letters with a puke-green background, “I graduated with honors and all I got was this puke-green shirt!” On back, they shall utter, “I hate kindergarteners.”
Website
The illustrious Ryan talked to ITC, and apparently Pez or someone has already started a web page, which Ryan is going to finish. He’s a good man, him, that Ryan, and pretty gullible to do a whole website for us, but we thank him kindly.
Hamlet’s Mill
It’s looking like a green light this time, folks, says Kath, so submit your work, put it in that cool-looking envelope that says “Hamlet’s Mill” on it, and by God, we’ll get something out there. Kath is also talking to Bill Harbort, owner of three really sweet greyhounds as well as an artsy-fartsy guy (yes, he owns an artsy-fartsy guy), and he is going to help us make Hamlet’s Mill look neat. Dr. Tangney may also be spoken to about this sort of thing, as she knows a bit about it.
Creole Fest
The person who is supposedly “in-charge” of the Creole Fest is ticked off; he doesn’t know why, but he is. It seems the Creole Fest is going to get mixed in with Kibbler’s Performance Arts things. This is not the end of the world, but he would still like to see it be a separate event.
He thinks thus: It could and should be done at a nursing home, so the old folks can enjoy it, and the whole community will be welcome. If he ever feels ambitious, he may try to get something going in Aleshire theater, put an ad in the paper, even charge a little for admission and get some interesting people to do stuff.
However, he is not ambitious at all, so this probably won’t happen (but he never wanted to be in-charge anyway). What is most likely is that nothing will happen and it will become part of Kibbler’s Performance Arts stuff. And again, this is not the end of the world. But he certainly is a good-looking, intelligent fellow.
Upcoming (and in some cases past) Events
Attempting to put upcoming first, in correct order, and past last (in no order at all)…
Halloween for Kids
This is happening at the dome on Halloween night (I think that’s the 31st, right?). Setup is from like 3-5pm, and it actually starts at 5. Little ghouls will come in and want us to candy them and probably entertain them in some fashion. We did vote to do this, so we damn well better get people to do it. I, however, am busy… uh… trick-or-treating. That’s it.
(events, continued)
Campus Coffee Break
The overly-laden-with-tasks-and-purposes Veronica is taking charge of this one as well. It’s going to happen, most likely, on Monday the 18th of November. Later in the week is not good because faculty are depressed and suicidal. The general purpose of this event is to reach out to faculty, although students sometimes stumble in, too (like a fly into the web, mua ha, to be sucked dry). Krista is going to help Veronica and the rest of us, as she actually knows what she’s doing, where-as the rest of us can only make uneducated guesses (with varying degrees of success).
Campus Preview Day
This took place on the 25th; it’s over now—how did it go? (And how do you like that funny little semi-colon that Word put up after the funny little “th”? Ah, technology.) We set up a table to attract people to honors but probably scared them away.
Campus Quiz Bowl
This was on Tuesday the 22nd. We did have a team together: Jesse, Jen, Ryan and Amanda Borseth. They did alright, but some jackass buzzed in and answered “true” on a non-true-or-false question, threw a pen across the room, and made lots of bad jokes and humiliated everyone. He may not care about his behavior, but it does reflect the honors society. He certainly is a good-looking chap, though.
Some strange “Ooga-Booga” team won. They weren’t even academic. And they got $25 each. That’s lame. The football players actually came close to taking it all—not bad. Veronica and Joe’s team did quite well, too. I personally think it was an overblown, pompous, self-serious event, but whatever—no one is asking.
When it’s over…
…that’s the time we fall in love again. With going home to sleep in a pool of our own tears. The meeting was adjourned at 7:55pm, for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.
Finis