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. P«ge 2 Wednesday. October 5.1968 The Dally Collegian 'Mi( Ufa ftH/, M hAM Urn. 'eveAkt'n.rimemievi Reader Response to the Daily Collegian Is welcome. Please send letters of no more tbui 250 words to: The Daily CoUegian. Keats Campus Building. California State University, Fresno. Fresno. CA. 93740-0042. Letters must be signed and have the author's name, address and phone number ,' Poison editorial tainted by lies To the Editor, The editorial entitled. "Yesterday's skies, today's poisons," appearing in the Daily Collegian on Thursday, Sept. 22, 1988 contained several errors that should be brought to your attention. Contrary to what is stated in the editorial, PG&E is noi proposing to build "coal-fired energy plants" in the Valley (or anywhere else). The coal - burning power plants are being proposed by GWF Power Systems, not PG&E. In fact, PG&E is able to generate more than enough electricity for its cus¬ tomers and has no plans to establish or operate any coal-fired plants in the entire Central Valley. Since the "facts" upon which the editorial was based were in error, the conclusion that PG&E "has little concern about the health of Fresno- area residents" certainly has no basis. EldenK. Shaw, Dean School of Engineering Sister Mary complainer out of line To the Editor. In response to Miss Simpson's letter [Oct 4 Collegian] on how offensive Sis¬ ter Mary is, I'd just like to say she was not looking at the true context of the play. The crucifixion of the doll, repre¬ senting Christ, was not a joke on the adult's pan. If she payed Utention to the play she would have known that ihe cru¬ cifixion scene was written by a child in Sister Mary's class. The fact that adults were following the same routine that they did as children was the joke moreover than mimicking and playing down Jesus Christ's crucifixion. True it was funny, but if you put on a holier-than-thou at¬ titude, you were not going to enjoy the play. An open mind would have made the play more enjoyable. BLOOM COUNTY —-Opinion Sickness from a strange depth T. James Madison "From early in the morning/to late at nightll'got a poison headachelbut I feel alright" —Bob Dylan, "Pledging My Time" I don't feel very well right now. This isn't a moral feeling. I'm not upset with strife in the Middle East. Hey, if they want to have some fun, who am I to stop them? . No. I feel downright miserable. A lump of play-doh was put into my sinuses sometime last night (I don't know by who, but III knee the culprit in the groin if I ever find him), and now I feel like a man in his dejilh throes, moaning and tossing and unable to get out of bed to relieve himself. There's no excuse for this. Yesterday morning I felt wonderful; today death would be preferable to living through the next 36 hours. I got home last night, drank two quarts of orange juice and swallowed anything that looked like medication. I don't exactly know what I ingested, but three hours after I fell asleep, I awoke with a jolt, violently coughing and spitting up globs of mucus, my body shaking and thrashing with the terrible effort. I don't recommend this to anyone. After about 20 minutes of this I realized there was no sense in sleeping; I would only repeat the gruesome ritual every half hour or so, and, I don't mind not sleeping. I believe that I probably sleep less than anyone I know. Most nights I don't get to sleep until five dr six in the morning. * So, I would deal with this illness in a rational'maimer. No sleep for you, virus- head. First, some fine music. I put on the Sex Pistols album and played it loud. I figured that would scare the sickness out of my body. It ended up scaring me in an angry way. I started to hallucinate. After the first few bars of "Bodies," huge shadows sprung up outside my window. I laughed at thingsTbr no apparent reason. My cat turned into a giant iguana. The obvious solution was that the play-doh I had had forced down my sinuses was actually psilocybic. It was a dirty hallucinogen, and I was flying. - With this knowledge in my head, I put on ugly Sixties' records to gauge the intensity of the hit. Love, the Airplane, Hendrix, there was no end to the beautiful sounds I was enveloped in. The wails melted slowly, dripping onto the carpet. Then I realized that it wasn't the walls that were dripping, it was my nose. Bummer. I turned off the music :mincdiaicly and tried to regroup my thoughts. This was craziness. I decided to watch television. Some brutally weird children's game show happened to be on. I don't recall the name of the show, but it involved two teams of children wearing paratrooper outfits. The host, a blend of Wink Martindale and Scou Baio, would ask stupid questions, apparently off the lop of his head: Team #1, for 20 points, who was the 'King of Rock and Roll?'" Then Team #1, being young and ignorant, would answer incorrectly, which would allow Team #2 to subject them to some kind of strange and nossibly illegal (k)minaiion/leti.sii/liumiliation scenario, usually involving hot buttered oil like the kind you put on popcorn. A giant goat would then apear at the end of the show, while the MC reminded laddies to "love satan." The TV dissolved in a haze of red. Yes, my walls were bleeding. It was time to go to sleep. I sprayed my cat with acetone and crawled into bed. When I wpke I.fj>u^Oj»ph^Lwas paralyzed. Coukin'-i move a thing. I - waited for about an hour while my body gradually began to respond. A team of workmen were attempting to remove my bedroom window so I got up and told them to go away. I moped around the house and finally made the Big Move: I went to school. So .tow I sit reflecting on the evil mess my iife is and how I wish colds were extinct The big problem, of course, was what to .vriic my column on. I solved that one. !'m not proud, and I'm sure I could have done better with proper drugs, but it's done, and I'll claim victory. T. James Madison's column'appears every Wednesday in the Daily Collegian. Frankly, to criticize the production staff is totally unfair. They arc a grcatgroup, the acting was excellent, anjnryou were loo aEEilk<i to realize that this was a play instead of reality, then walking out during the performance shows a true lack of tact and respect. Walking out on something that you interpreted the wrong way was very rude. In closing, I just want to say you're entitled to your beliefs, but if you print a letter that is going to deter or put down a great cast and production, you'd better ex¬ pect responses. Boasting about leaving a performance is something I'm sure no one wanted to know. -«<. Offended, Paul J. Oliva by Berke Breathed theDaily Collegian Rob Evans - Editor in Chief Barry Grove - News Editor Lee Passmore - Co-Sports Editor Mike KUngbell - Co-Sports Editor Susie Tombs - Ad Manager Donnell Alexander - Managing Editor T. James Madison - Copy Editor Maryann Mllllgan - Graphics Editor Mark Mirko - Photo Editor Jodl Harwell - Ad Production Mgr. Randy Hergenroeder - Business Manager Richard McCue - Staff Artist Staff Writers - Mary Beth Alexander, Kim Kasabian. Paige Leech. Hantf Moorad. Steve Lashley. Jeff Pennlsl. Jim Proubc Paul Worthlngton Sports Writers - David Comfort Jennifer Konze. Ryan McMillan Photographers - Steve Pringle. Dean Slagel. Thor Swift Advertising Representatives - George Hutcheson. Missy f(arabian. Tony Martin. Ken Pappanduros. Dave Spencar f Distribution - Desmond Khong ' Circulation - Wang Koon lee The Doty CoUrgtan la published by the lemcllted Students. Incorporated of California State UnreeratW. Fresno and the newspaper staff dally except Saturdays. Sundays, eiammaoon week, and unlwrstty holidays The newspsper office la located tn the Keats Campui Building; Fresno. California B3740. News/Editorial tae: ISM-M86 Bustneaa and Advertising: 294-226rV The Doily MbjIb*, - a member of the Cahforma mtrrcolleipate Press Aasoaaoon. Subscriptions are available by mall lor $17.50 per semester or (30 per year. The opinions published on this page are not lecesaanly those of the Dsiy Collegian or as staff. Unsigned edltonak are the majority opinion of the papers editorial bonvd. \
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Title | 1988_10 The Daily Collegian October 1988 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1988 |
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 | October 5, 1988, Page 2 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1988 |
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 | . P«ge 2 Wednesday. October 5.1968 The Dally Collegian 'Mi( Ufa ftH/, M hAM Urn. 'eveAkt'n.rimemievi Reader Response to the Daily Collegian Is welcome. Please send letters of no more tbui 250 words to: The Daily CoUegian. Keats Campus Building. California State University, Fresno. Fresno. CA. 93740-0042. Letters must be signed and have the author's name, address and phone number ,' Poison editorial tainted by lies To the Editor, The editorial entitled. "Yesterday's skies, today's poisons," appearing in the Daily Collegian on Thursday, Sept. 22, 1988 contained several errors that should be brought to your attention. Contrary to what is stated in the editorial, PG&E is noi proposing to build "coal-fired energy plants" in the Valley (or anywhere else). The coal - burning power plants are being proposed by GWF Power Systems, not PG&E. In fact, PG&E is able to generate more than enough electricity for its cus¬ tomers and has no plans to establish or operate any coal-fired plants in the entire Central Valley. Since the "facts" upon which the editorial was based were in error, the conclusion that PG&E "has little concern about the health of Fresno- area residents" certainly has no basis. EldenK. Shaw, Dean School of Engineering Sister Mary complainer out of line To the Editor. In response to Miss Simpson's letter [Oct 4 Collegian] on how offensive Sis¬ ter Mary is, I'd just like to say she was not looking at the true context of the play. The crucifixion of the doll, repre¬ senting Christ, was not a joke on the adult's pan. If she payed Utention to the play she would have known that ihe cru¬ cifixion scene was written by a child in Sister Mary's class. The fact that adults were following the same routine that they did as children was the joke moreover than mimicking and playing down Jesus Christ's crucifixion. True it was funny, but if you put on a holier-than-thou at¬ titude, you were not going to enjoy the play. An open mind would have made the play more enjoyable. BLOOM COUNTY —-Opinion Sickness from a strange depth T. James Madison "From early in the morning/to late at nightll'got a poison headachelbut I feel alright" —Bob Dylan, "Pledging My Time" I don't feel very well right now. This isn't a moral feeling. I'm not upset with strife in the Middle East. Hey, if they want to have some fun, who am I to stop them? . No. I feel downright miserable. A lump of play-doh was put into my sinuses sometime last night (I don't know by who, but III knee the culprit in the groin if I ever find him), and now I feel like a man in his dejilh throes, moaning and tossing and unable to get out of bed to relieve himself. There's no excuse for this. Yesterday morning I felt wonderful; today death would be preferable to living through the next 36 hours. I got home last night, drank two quarts of orange juice and swallowed anything that looked like medication. I don't exactly know what I ingested, but three hours after I fell asleep, I awoke with a jolt, violently coughing and spitting up globs of mucus, my body shaking and thrashing with the terrible effort. I don't recommend this to anyone. After about 20 minutes of this I realized there was no sense in sleeping; I would only repeat the gruesome ritual every half hour or so, and, I don't mind not sleeping. I believe that I probably sleep less than anyone I know. Most nights I don't get to sleep until five dr six in the morning. * So, I would deal with this illness in a rational'maimer. No sleep for you, virus- head. First, some fine music. I put on the Sex Pistols album and played it loud. I figured that would scare the sickness out of my body. It ended up scaring me in an angry way. I started to hallucinate. After the first few bars of "Bodies," huge shadows sprung up outside my window. I laughed at thingsTbr no apparent reason. My cat turned into a giant iguana. The obvious solution was that the play-doh I had had forced down my sinuses was actually psilocybic. It was a dirty hallucinogen, and I was flying. - With this knowledge in my head, I put on ugly Sixties' records to gauge the intensity of the hit. Love, the Airplane, Hendrix, there was no end to the beautiful sounds I was enveloped in. The wails melted slowly, dripping onto the carpet. Then I realized that it wasn't the walls that were dripping, it was my nose. Bummer. I turned off the music :mincdiaicly and tried to regroup my thoughts. This was craziness. I decided to watch television. Some brutally weird children's game show happened to be on. I don't recall the name of the show, but it involved two teams of children wearing paratrooper outfits. The host, a blend of Wink Martindale and Scou Baio, would ask stupid questions, apparently off the lop of his head: Team #1, for 20 points, who was the 'King of Rock and Roll?'" Then Team #1, being young and ignorant, would answer incorrectly, which would allow Team #2 to subject them to some kind of strange and nossibly illegal (k)minaiion/leti.sii/liumiliation scenario, usually involving hot buttered oil like the kind you put on popcorn. A giant goat would then apear at the end of the show, while the MC reminded laddies to "love satan." The TV dissolved in a haze of red. Yes, my walls were bleeding. It was time to go to sleep. I sprayed my cat with acetone and crawled into bed. When I wpke I.fj>u^Oj»ph^Lwas paralyzed. Coukin'-i move a thing. I - waited for about an hour while my body gradually began to respond. A team of workmen were attempting to remove my bedroom window so I got up and told them to go away. I moped around the house and finally made the Big Move: I went to school. So .tow I sit reflecting on the evil mess my iife is and how I wish colds were extinct The big problem, of course, was what to .vriic my column on. I solved that one. !'m not proud, and I'm sure I could have done better with proper drugs, but it's done, and I'll claim victory. T. James Madison's column'appears every Wednesday in the Daily Collegian. Frankly, to criticize the production staff is totally unfair. They arc a grcatgroup, the acting was excellent, anjnryou were loo aEEilk |