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People driving CherOkees and wear¬ ing Reeboks should not throw stones Are you lounging in your Macys sportswear and your Reeboks, the keys to your Cherokee over on the tabie with the pull-out stereo, the Braun coffee- maker brewing up a little City Cafe Blend at seven bucks a pound, some biscotti crumbs on the floor, a craving to "run for the border" just around the corner, the unread codependency books piling up on the Home Express coffee table, some Advil on deck and an overpowering urge to go shopping for something—anything—gnawing at your insides, trying to remember what noble thoughts should be thought on Easter? Well, I don't have a Cherokee but I kind a know how you feel. Sadly (?) it seems as though our society is powerless to stop the endless commercialism that has effectively drained our holidays of their original meaning. Commercialism of our lives has gone beyond the ubiquitous 30 second TV terrorist attacks on our psyches, in which viewers are made to feel utterly without worth if they do not use a particular brand of shampoo, peanut butter or whatever. (You know the neighbor went right home and called child protective services when she found out that bitch next door was too cheap to buyjif). Even if you wisely have killed your television, it is impossible to avoid advertising in its many forms and it is equally impossible to measure the amount of influence it has on our lives, but we capitalists have definitely done a number on holidays. When something like Easter or Christmas occurs, ifs easy to criticize the lack of attention being paid to those holidays' meaning. But those criticisms are futile and may very well detract from an other¬ wise enjoyable day. If one places value on spiritual matters, one should do one's own spiritual thing and not lose sleep over the fact that that may not be everyone else's thing. Judge not and all that. On that note, what does Easter mean to you? This may be going out on a limb here, but the very word Easter brings to mind nothing so much as a barbeque. Tri-tip, turkey, rolls, strawberries, beer... and chocolate. Reese's Peanut butter eggs. Sleep, too. In fact, after sleeping through a scheduled egg/candy hunt, it was necessary to search out and bribe small children who had commandeered a can of Bud Dry and threaten them with jail time if some I candy did not change hands immediately. Now thafs Easter. Spirituality can occur anytime, but a good barbeque is hard to come by.* Then there's the "Day after the last night of Spring break Easter Sunday hangover," which involves lots of coffee and several forages about the house to find stuff like keys, wallet and cash, which there is no more of. I Foster is a tetter day than most to have a hangover. Instead of scraping up laundry money to blow at Taco Bell, one usually needs only to clothe oneself and let a mature adult or someone of that ilk transport the fiesta- weary to a house where BARBEQUE and assorted stuff is spread all over a table. Then consume (for free) and (yes, if s not correct but try explaining that to great-grandpa Hariey) THROW AWAY YOUR PLATE INSTEAD OF DOING DISHES. _- OIv now everyone's probably pissed off. Easter music? Little Feafs Dixie Chicken for u^e crucken therne and Talking Heads Little Creatures and Led Zeppelin Three for the cover art. KindofEaster-basket4ike. Maybe so me angs t -nd den Seattle music to remind the nei ghbors that religion is but a band aid on today's youth. A band aid that has just about fallen off but is still barely nanging on by a bunch of that gnaity band aid glue And if you don't know who the angst-ridden Seattle folks are, boy are you in trouble, culturally speaking. I guess it would be alright to listen to U2—everyone in the band except Adam Clayton is a Christian. . Look— our lives are getting progressively crappier. Our disposable income is being disposed of by our elected officials, oiir Earth U falling apart and we all still hate and fear each other. We need to relax when we can. Easter and Christmas and every other holiday are evolving (yes, evolving) into these little break times when we see our friends and families and hang out Thafs okay. We need a rest \ The Daily Collegian Editor in Chief: Managing Editor. News Editor. Graphics Editon Photo Editon Sports Editon Artspeak Editor. Staff Writers: Sports Writers: Photographers: Business Manager AcrveiTising manager AcL Production Managers: 0 Michelle Martin Yu Ting Huang Aimee L. Fisher Jana Ballinger-Amezcua BrianDavies Richard James JasonTeradi Adam Breen, Manny Fernar.- dez, Michael Handorf ,Vicki McDaniel,Wanda Russell, Ermfasuda Adam Brady, Chris Cocoles, Danny Evans, Doug Mcleod Hector Amezcua, Christine Baker, BryanOum Shawnda Grice Shannon Yientworth Shawndale Grice, Lane* Jackson The Daily CoUegian is published by the Associated Students, Inc. f Keats Campus Building Newsroom: 278-2486 Sports; 278-5733 Advertising: 278-5734 to^Edhortwmvk>>verwtbeedm3dformv^onfy,tMr^ be dropped ottatma Cdieoian of** h thaKamCampm
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Title | 1992_04 The Daily Collegian April 1992 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1992 |
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 |
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Title | April 20, 1992, Page 2 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1992 |
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 | People driving CherOkees and wear¬ ing Reeboks should not throw stones Are you lounging in your Macys sportswear and your Reeboks, the keys to your Cherokee over on the tabie with the pull-out stereo, the Braun coffee- maker brewing up a little City Cafe Blend at seven bucks a pound, some biscotti crumbs on the floor, a craving to "run for the border" just around the corner, the unread codependency books piling up on the Home Express coffee table, some Advil on deck and an overpowering urge to go shopping for something—anything—gnawing at your insides, trying to remember what noble thoughts should be thought on Easter? Well, I don't have a Cherokee but I kind a know how you feel. Sadly (?) it seems as though our society is powerless to stop the endless commercialism that has effectively drained our holidays of their original meaning. Commercialism of our lives has gone beyond the ubiquitous 30 second TV terrorist attacks on our psyches, in which viewers are made to feel utterly without worth if they do not use a particular brand of shampoo, peanut butter or whatever. (You know the neighbor went right home and called child protective services when she found out that bitch next door was too cheap to buyjif). Even if you wisely have killed your television, it is impossible to avoid advertising in its many forms and it is equally impossible to measure the amount of influence it has on our lives, but we capitalists have definitely done a number on holidays. When something like Easter or Christmas occurs, ifs easy to criticize the lack of attention being paid to those holidays' meaning. But those criticisms are futile and may very well detract from an other¬ wise enjoyable day. If one places value on spiritual matters, one should do one's own spiritual thing and not lose sleep over the fact that that may not be everyone else's thing. Judge not and all that. On that note, what does Easter mean to you? This may be going out on a limb here, but the very word Easter brings to mind nothing so much as a barbeque. Tri-tip, turkey, rolls, strawberries, beer... and chocolate. Reese's Peanut butter eggs. Sleep, too. In fact, after sleeping through a scheduled egg/candy hunt, it was necessary to search out and bribe small children who had commandeered a can of Bud Dry and threaten them with jail time if some I candy did not change hands immediately. Now thafs Easter. Spirituality can occur anytime, but a good barbeque is hard to come by.* Then there's the "Day after the last night of Spring break Easter Sunday hangover," which involves lots of coffee and several forages about the house to find stuff like keys, wallet and cash, which there is no more of. I Foster is a tetter day than most to have a hangover. Instead of scraping up laundry money to blow at Taco Bell, one usually needs only to clothe oneself and let a mature adult or someone of that ilk transport the fiesta- weary to a house where BARBEQUE and assorted stuff is spread all over a table. Then consume (for free) and (yes, if s not correct but try explaining that to great-grandpa Hariey) THROW AWAY YOUR PLATE INSTEAD OF DOING DISHES. _- OIv now everyone's probably pissed off. Easter music? Little Feafs Dixie Chicken for u^e crucken therne and Talking Heads Little Creatures and Led Zeppelin Three for the cover art. KindofEaster-basket4ike. Maybe so me angs t -nd den Seattle music to remind the nei ghbors that religion is but a band aid on today's youth. A band aid that has just about fallen off but is still barely nanging on by a bunch of that gnaity band aid glue And if you don't know who the angst-ridden Seattle folks are, boy are you in trouble, culturally speaking. I guess it would be alright to listen to U2—everyone in the band except Adam Clayton is a Christian. . Look— our lives are getting progressively crappier. Our disposable income is being disposed of by our elected officials, oiir Earth U falling apart and we all still hate and fear each other. We need to relax when we can. Easter and Christmas and every other holiday are evolving (yes, evolving) into these little break times when we see our friends and families and hang out Thafs okay. We need a rest \ The Daily Collegian Editor in Chief: Managing Editor. News Editor. Graphics Editon Photo Editon Sports Editon Artspeak Editor. Staff Writers: Sports Writers: Photographers: Business Manager AcrveiTising manager AcL Production Managers: 0 Michelle Martin Yu Ting Huang Aimee L. Fisher Jana Ballinger-Amezcua BrianDavies Richard James JasonTeradi Adam Breen, Manny Fernar.- dez, Michael Handorf ,Vicki McDaniel,Wanda Russell, Ermfasuda Adam Brady, Chris Cocoles, Danny Evans, Doug Mcleod Hector Amezcua, Christine Baker, BryanOum Shawnda Grice Shannon Yientworth Shawndale Grice, Lane* Jackson The Daily CoUegian is published by the Associated Students, Inc. f Keats Campus Building Newsroom: 278-2486 Sports; 278-5733 Advertising: 278-5734 to^Edhortwmvk>>verwtbeedm3dformv^onfy,tMr^ be dropped ottatma Cdieoian of** h thaKamCampm |