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Spectrum • October 2,1991* Denial Ah, to be a true feminist.. How tempting, how easy, HA, to say that to say it again with power with hunger and revenge HA! You are all defensible We, all-mighty Woman Tell you Go find a different planet. The Lesbian, true feminist... how rewarding to be (seemingly) without the need of a male rock To Jib swallowed in that dogma so completely as to need no other. Air, If only I had the guts or the upbringing to be one how much more comfortable it would be to rule the world sucking Godiva .chocolates, dribbling lust v fingering other women's cunts keeping it. in the family Man a snare, a snarl, an icy stare Butme?Na... I get the pricks myself Thc big, the hard, the stupid well let them believe all of it that I think they're oh so. oh so ah mmm /little gasp)(pause)(ex hale) ah so much better a sperm count and '' an elusive sense of other half-ness so fucked being the bottom but— two negatives don't make a plus... and we must bring in the new generation., . /*«* Allison Frost V BONKED -WfMT JOhTO OF AffiXJC^WyUTC Y^ see out of his mask and had to be tod by the handA large zebra was talHr*toacarrotanda tie restroom in a hwry. The tiny aiSUtorium was cnunmedtomewatofuttufsuchsigntsasthe 0 Byjan Batman couldn't a pirate needed to use the n HaMoween contest began. .. IranroudywdtedmyttrofothewingsofthestagfcSin^ ofa>mpetition,butIfdtcwflo>ntIrurfad^ jL I • Iwas a scarecrow, which seemed ok to me at thetime. I was dress^ m f^ and patched denim aid Wore a btock crow « my right arm The plastfc bird rudstar^ crow appeared to be silently studying;my straw hat as it sat with to iw tied to my ann. The straw I was stuffed with was getting hot «nd began to fee! a little itchy after a while. "Ok, lefs all get in Une," said Mrs. Johnson, my teacher. A mummy forc^Ws way in front o( me and I "acdden- tany stepped on a loose bandage. He stumbled and bumpedinto the carrot to front of him. -Quit ft," she said, as she tried to rearrange her lanky green top. We all started to Une up, kxcept for a bride that didn't o^te ktww wtot to da It was Victoria, wr* Mrs. Johnson had her hands full running backand fcrfhtrymgtocMtrolarjairofowenKriw the line. She tried quickly to explain the situation to Victoria, wtk> oriy stared at r« a«l smiled She rigrted and told me to tell Victoria in Spanish what to da It was my rum to sigh because I coukta't^eakSparOsh I dktwtot I could, which was to explain everything to Victoria in En glish. -Go up onstage and parade around for thejudges," I said. Victoria stared at me and smiled I turned to Mrs. Johnson and shrugged ."What kind of Mexican are your She said out loud for the woikitof«M.Ik^okedupatMmJohrisona«d struggled to get my words out. &J4J TTm not Mexican. I J. Ittean I am Mexican, but I'm#ot tm Americanr Mrs. Johnson wore a look on her face as if I'dtomiwrtedac^ kind of aeries her and pretended to adjust my plastic crow. , The two ghosts at the end of the line started to act up again and Mrs Johnson turned.her attention to than. MeanwhUe,Virtcdahadai<^tontothekieaa3towhatshewasreqiuredtoperform. I, on the other hand, wanted to cancel the contest. I couldn't go on stage— I didn't know Spanish. I couldn't look at my friends: those who spoke only English and those who used both languages. The line was suddenly in motion and I was carried on stage by its momentum before I knew whathitme. - I tried to make the best of the situation and inarch with dignity while trying to keep my crow straight at the same time. As I left the stage, I wondered why I hadn't learned to speak Spanish. I plunked myself down on the auditorium's blue tile floor and awaited the judge's decision. At least I was sure to win an award for my scarecrow costume, I thought A shiny blue first-place ribbon would save the day. It wouU makeup for rKrtktwwwgSpartf^ Who knows, maybe I would have been more aware of the giant paper mache pumpkin on crutches hobbling towards me if I hadn't been lost in my thoughts, the pumpkin wobbled on its two human legs, one of which was in a Just as the injured pumpkin was passing in front of me its crutches slid on the floor's slick tile. All I n the world suddenly turning orange before everything went black. '■ < 1 awoke to the sight of a zebra and carrot staring down at me with concerned looks on their faces The carrot was holding a third-place ribbon in her hand — 1 wasn't. Around me lay small piles of my stuffing and my crow was upside down on my arm. My straw hat was missing. The pumpkin was nowhere to be seen. I became aware of Mrs. Johnson's hands supporting my back. "Are you all right... are you okr She seemed to be saying over and over. I felt as if my head were filled with shaving cream. I wasn't sure of the words Mrs. Johnson spoke: were they in English or Spanish? I turned over and looked up at Mrs, Johnson and nodded my head in agreement to whatever she was saying. My vision focused and I caught sight of the bride near the judges' table. Victoria approached me with a large smile on her face. -. , j . . + i. _ ,_ r. .j . . "Segundo," she said, and flashed her red second-place ribbon. The pumpkin won first," said the carrot. I watched her waddle off to have her picture taken forthekxal I looked around and found my hat behind me and slowly garnered up my straw. , • •■' / W Again And Count On It Outside the moon is full tonight and brings back intense moments, thoughts of ice, words tumbling out of context and projecting eternal metal sculptures corrected in class > froma preoccupied mind, good things in three's. It thinks of broken glass art shows in the midwest and a Denver pitstop on the way there. ^ Chelsea Svabodan t l i 0 •«*■■■»••
Object Description
Title | 1991_10 The Daily Collegian October 1991 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1991 |
Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
Language | eng |
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Title | October 2, 1991, Spectrum Page 2 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1991 |
Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
Language | eng |
Full-Text-Search | Spectrum • October 2,1991* Denial Ah, to be a true feminist.. How tempting, how easy, HA, to say that to say it again with power with hunger and revenge HA! You are all defensible We, all-mighty Woman Tell you Go find a different planet. The Lesbian, true feminist... how rewarding to be (seemingly) without the need of a male rock To Jib swallowed in that dogma so completely as to need no other. Air, If only I had the guts or the upbringing to be one how much more comfortable it would be to rule the world sucking Godiva .chocolates, dribbling lust v fingering other women's cunts keeping it. in the family Man a snare, a snarl, an icy stare Butme?Na... I get the pricks myself Thc big, the hard, the stupid well let them believe all of it that I think they're oh so. oh so ah mmm /little gasp)(pause)(ex hale) ah so much better a sperm count and '' an elusive sense of other half-ness so fucked being the bottom but— two negatives don't make a plus... and we must bring in the new generation., . /*«* Allison Frost V BONKED -WfMT JOhTO OF AffiXJC^WyUTC Y^ see out of his mask and had to be tod by the handA large zebra was talHr*toacarrotanda tie restroom in a hwry. The tiny aiSUtorium was cnunmedtomewatofuttufsuchsigntsasthe 0 Byjan Batman couldn't a pirate needed to use the n HaMoween contest began. .. IranroudywdtedmyttrofothewingsofthestagfcSin^ ofa>mpetition,butIfdtcwflo>ntIrurfad^ jL I • Iwas a scarecrow, which seemed ok to me at thetime. I was dress^ m f^ and patched denim aid Wore a btock crow « my right arm The plastfc bird rudstar^ crow appeared to be silently studying;my straw hat as it sat with to iw tied to my ann. The straw I was stuffed with was getting hot «nd began to fee! a little itchy after a while. "Ok, lefs all get in Une," said Mrs. Johnson, my teacher. A mummy forc^Ws way in front o( me and I "acdden- tany stepped on a loose bandage. He stumbled and bumpedinto the carrot to front of him. -Quit ft," she said, as she tried to rearrange her lanky green top. We all started to Une up, kxcept for a bride that didn't o^te ktww wtot to da It was Victoria, wr* Mrs. Johnson had her hands full running backand fcrfhtrymgtocMtrolarjairofowenKriw the line. She tried quickly to explain the situation to Victoria, wtk> oriy stared at r« a«l smiled She rigrted and told me to tell Victoria in Spanish what to da It was my rum to sigh because I coukta't^eakSparOsh I dktwtot I could, which was to explain everything to Victoria in En glish. -Go up onstage and parade around for thejudges," I said. Victoria stared at me and smiled I turned to Mrs. Johnson and shrugged ."What kind of Mexican are your She said out loud for the woikitof«M.Ik^okedupatMmJohrisona«d struggled to get my words out. &J4J TTm not Mexican. I J. Ittean I am Mexican, but I'm#ot tm Americanr Mrs. Johnson wore a look on her face as if I'dtomiwrtedac^ kind of aeries her and pretended to adjust my plastic crow. , The two ghosts at the end of the line started to act up again and Mrs Johnson turned.her attention to than. MeanwhUe,Virtcdahadai<^tontothekieaa3towhatshewasreqiuredtoperform. I, on the other hand, wanted to cancel the contest. I couldn't go on stage— I didn't know Spanish. I couldn't look at my friends: those who spoke only English and those who used both languages. The line was suddenly in motion and I was carried on stage by its momentum before I knew whathitme. - I tried to make the best of the situation and inarch with dignity while trying to keep my crow straight at the same time. As I left the stage, I wondered why I hadn't learned to speak Spanish. I plunked myself down on the auditorium's blue tile floor and awaited the judge's decision. At least I was sure to win an award for my scarecrow costume, I thought A shiny blue first-place ribbon would save the day. It wouU makeup for rKrtktwwwgSpartf^ Who knows, maybe I would have been more aware of the giant paper mache pumpkin on crutches hobbling towards me if I hadn't been lost in my thoughts, the pumpkin wobbled on its two human legs, one of which was in a Just as the injured pumpkin was passing in front of me its crutches slid on the floor's slick tile. All I n the world suddenly turning orange before everything went black. '■ < 1 awoke to the sight of a zebra and carrot staring down at me with concerned looks on their faces The carrot was holding a third-place ribbon in her hand — 1 wasn't. Around me lay small piles of my stuffing and my crow was upside down on my arm. My straw hat was missing. The pumpkin was nowhere to be seen. I became aware of Mrs. Johnson's hands supporting my back. "Are you all right... are you okr She seemed to be saying over and over. I felt as if my head were filled with shaving cream. I wasn't sure of the words Mrs. Johnson spoke: were they in English or Spanish? I turned over and looked up at Mrs, Johnson and nodded my head in agreement to whatever she was saying. My vision focused and I caught sight of the bride near the judges' table. Victoria approached me with a large smile on her face. -. , j . . + i. _ ,_ r. .j . . "Segundo," she said, and flashed her red second-place ribbon. The pumpkin won first," said the carrot. I watched her waddle off to have her picture taken forthekxal I looked around and found my hat behind me and slowly garnered up my straw. , • •■' / W Again And Count On It Outside the moon is full tonight and brings back intense moments, thoughts of ice, words tumbling out of context and projecting eternal metal sculptures corrected in class > froma preoccupied mind, good things in three's. It thinks of broken glass art shows in the midwest and a Denver pitstop on the way there. ^ Chelsea Svabodan t l i 0 •«*■■■»•• |