A B Cs of Evergreen

Anarchy begins with dreds, ends with graduation
Bullshit!
Come to seminar and listen to stoned babbling
Didactic, pedantic love finkle
Everyone has Issues…
Faculty with strange backgrounds
Ganga!
Here, burn this sweetgrass, your aura is smelly
I feel that racism is everywhere – especially at the North Pole
Just ’cause you’re smelly doesn’t mean you’re right
Kick back and become Aware
Large dropout rate
Maybe I’ll go for a dual focus; Awareness and Russian History
Never live in a kitchen-less dorm!
Organized resistance opposed to organic oppression
Pure minds get released among the crowd
Queer & here… & there… & there too
Red Square is neither red, nor square
Stupid, pointless classes
Trustifarians have all the good drugs, man
Urban sustainability
Vegan variance
Why isn’t anyone as politically correct as me?
X-rated interpretive dance is frowned upon
Young Republicans hunted like witches
Zambone-a-tron is my new legal name
Ñyet, I say, Ñyet
© my reflection paper – it’s that good
Über-trustafarians forswear bathing, until Daddy’s money dries up

Ok, ok – before anyone gets their nose outta joint, I may need to point out this little fact: about 80% of the folks who worked on this are current or former students at TESC. Ok? Chillax. Of course, the main thrust of this particular piece is dwelling on the negative, but that’s just the way art IS sometimes.

Really, it’s not Evergreen itself that we were bitching about. It wasn’t even the students. More, it was the strange mindset that some students seem to fall into. You know the kind… The change their name to something terrible, or renounce their citizenship, or go to jail for rioting and destroying a police car… and then they blame their problems on “the System”. Let me give you all a little piece of wisdom:

“Unless you’re in the hills, stockpiling weapons, you are workin’ for the Man.”

Cheers!

-BRP

This one’s a keeper, folks

Our Father, who art in Colombia
Juan Valdez be his name
His burro come
His sack is full, on the mountain as it is in the valley
Give us this day our daily bean
And forgive us our decaf, as we forgive those who decaf against us
And lead us not into latte
But deliver us from Starbucks
For thine is the roaster and the grinder and the percolator
Forever and ever, until 2 AM

This may be the most important blog post I have ever made.  Truly, this is a sublime piece of work.   I don’t think it’s hyperbole at all to say that this blog post could change the course of human history, for all time.  Oh no.

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We actually had a lot of good conversation this week.  The air was thick with stories about abuse of authority, personal struggles with autonomy-vs-society and our favorite college in the world, Evergreen.  Really, there was a lotta bitching, but I took a lot away from it.  Here’s the topics that I remember, for those of you keeping score at home:

• Anarchy vs. Chaos
• Anarchy vs. Sustainable communities
• ‘real’ Anarchy vs. ‘fake’ Anarchy
• Trust-fund  radicals (Trustafarians)
• Baby names (‘The’, ‘The Dude’, ‘Raul’, etc.)
• Small people with badges
• If you somehow were to confront a perfect copy of yourself, would you have sex with yourself? Would that be wrong?  Is it gay? Is it hot? How is that any different from masturbation? HUH? You’re so smart, maybe you have all the answers, huh?
• Drugs
• Sex

That is all I’ve got.  I’m sorry.  Next time, maybe we’ll throw together a little multi-media affair.  Some kind of a coffee-fueled podcast.  Maybe.  I’ll post the other thing we did last night tomorrow.  Promise.*

-BRP
(*promise void where prohibited by laws of thermodynamics or douchebaggery)