Author Archives: Wesleying

Wesleyan in a Nutshell

I’m reading Wendy Spero ’97‘s recent book Microthrills. It’s hilarious and I adore every page. Particularly page 136, where she writes about her courses at Wesleyan:

“Over the course of the next few years, I signed up for numerous ‘why society is bad’ classes, where all we really had to do was rip pictures of women out of magazines, talk to the class about how their emaciated arms were sending the wrong messages to female teens, and mention phrases like ‘neopragmatic hegemonic paradigms’ or the ‘phenomenology of modernity’ or ‘politically efficacious phantasm.’ In one of these class—The Something Demystification of Oppression—we took turns reading aloud passages from The Color Purple every week, for four solid weeks, and then watched the movie. As a final assignment, we could either write a thirty-page paper about racism, sexism, and/or homophobia, OR do a final ‘project.’ The latter could be anything from an interpretive series of body poses to a thoughtful hum—as long as it evoked sympathy for the exploited. As her final project, one of my more innovative classmates slowly walked to the center of the room, built a dome out of chunks of wax, started a blazing fire at the top, and then extinguished the flames with Evian and tears pouring from her eyes. I never figured out what it meant. For my project, I made a papier-mache ball, and painted it yellow and green. It symbolized sexual harassment in the workplace.”

That Co-Ed Song

Dar Williams ’89 wrote a song a while back called “The Pointless, yet Poignant Crisis of a Co-Ed.” A lot of her songs have hints of Wesleyan in them, but this one takes the cake for being the most hilarious. I might as well share it with you. (26 second sample)

I’m not a leader,
I’m not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one,
But there was a time way back, many years ago in college,
don’t laugh,
But I thought I was a radical,
I ran the hemp Liberation League with my boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that,
he was a Sagittarius.

We used to say that our love was like hemp rope,
three times as strong as the rope that you buy domestically,
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem,
every time the group would meet everyone would light up,
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights,
not to mention chemotherapy.

Well sometimes,
life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous use of Fur,
And he gave no apology,
he just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion,
He didn’t pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me,
“Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke.”
And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead,
And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use
of Fur?
Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn’t make a good acronym.

I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist,
I have a husband and two children out in Lexington, Mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can’t tell me I’ve sold out, because he’s in a cult.
And he’s not allowed to talk to me.

O’Rourke Featured in Courant

The Hartford Courant ran a pretty sweet article on Brian O’Rourke today. As if you didn’t need more reasons to know how awesome this guy is:

There are the donations he makes to charities, the martial arts classes he funds for disadvantaged children and the good works he did in and around his diner, from hiring those who were desperate and out of work to giving food to the needy.

“If my brother got paid for every piece of bread he gave out, he’d be a millionaire,” Terry O’Rourke said.

What’s more, you can ask him about the sketch he’s keeping at WesWings of the future O’Rourke’s!

Though O’Rourke has taken his show down the road, his mind and heart remain a few blocks from campus, inside the diner where he honed his craft for decades. On a shelf above his grill at Wes Wings, in a folder full of his own writings, O’Rourke keeps a reminder of his past – and the future.

One night, he opened the folder between orders.

“This is the dream,” he said, offering an artist’s rendering of the new O’Rourke’s Diner, a roomier, shinier version of what was truly a classic hole in the wall.

Wesleying Middlebury

We’ve discovered a niche! Presenting: MiddBlog, Middlebury’s answer to Wesleying!

MiddBlog grew out of the lack of a centralized place for publicizing events and keeping up to date with the multitude of events happening on campus. With 150+ student organizations, the commons admin, the deans, and professors all trying to flood the email inbox, MiddBlog attempted to draw some of the madness away from the inbox and into a more organized format online. The site was inspired by a student project called Wesleying at Wesleyan University.

Good luck, guys!

Broke?

Hey ladies, are you broke? No solid plans for the future? How about marrying a complete stranger for convenience? He has ererything planned and knows exactly how it works.

marry me for convenience – 21


Reply to: pers-221217863@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-10-16, 4:39AM EDT

Well , that’s just an opportunity for an honest person who needs some money.
I’m willing to pay certain amount of money to a girl up to 25 years old who will marry me under certain conditions ( I have ererything planned and I know exactly how it works) .

So if You need money let us help each other…
if you are interesting,please feel free to contact via email.

Fight for Old Wesleyan

Just in case you’re ever sitting on Foss Hill and think to yourself, “Gee, you know it would be really great if the bells would start playing the Wesleyan Fight Song,” you can now make the bells play whenever you want.

Download the Wesleyan Fight Song Mp3

Fight for old Wesleyan, never give in.

WesFact #5

Um, in the spirit of “bombing knowledge,” Wesleyan has erected (hehe) a website full of stupid facts that will eat up a five minute void out of your life. Such as:

In 1831, when a dollar was worth, well, a dollar, the cost of tuition per term was $11.00 to $12.00.

In 2006, that 1831 dollar is worth $18.96. It might be tempting to calculate that today’s cost of tuition per term should equal (12 x 18.96) = $227.52, but don’t fall for it. Think of everything a student gets today for a dollar that Wesleyan’s earliest students did not receive: electricity, hot and cold running water, heat, air conditioning, sidewalks, public safety, choice of professors, choice of courses, a dorm room, wireless connectivity, a football team, swimming pool, squash courts, Foss Hill…

Oooook. Incredibly underwhelming. Xue and I get better crap than this from alums. I demand more scandal, Wesleyan.

Oh God, Yes!

It seems God has been listening to my nightly prayers and will be bringing MIT’s Dr. Jonathan King to campus to give a full hour presentation on the “Folding, Unfolding and Fibril Formation of Human Eye Lens Crystallins.” Thank you, Jesus.

Date: Thursday, October 19, 2006
Time: 12:00 PM – 01:00 PM
Location: Exley Science Center – ESC 121

Chalking Legal Mumbo Jumbo

According to the student handbook, the only mention of chalking is: Chalking on sidewalks or buildings is prohibited.

Hmm. Well, that of course would leave free parking lots and streets. Streets of immense foot traffic (and reasonably safe levels of car traffic) such as Warren, Wyllys, Mocon Circle and the road leading to the Observatory. As well as parking lots including the Admissions and Hi-rise parking lots.

And, well, if one wanted to get immensely technical, are cemented pathways sidewalks? Because according to Webster’s:

sidewalk (n): a usually paved walk for pedestrians at the side of a street.

Huh. Interestingly enough, many of the pathways about campus are not in fact at the side of a street. Go figure.