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10/30/02 EJ
- Oct. 30, 2002Something about being in a position to advise the current government,
but in secret. There was this underground chamber and these kind of
supernatural beings that had been advising our presidents since the
beginning of America. They were 'flame dogs' or 'fire dogs'. They
were in these silver plates filled with some kind of oil. I almost
put one out accidentally, but then it re-ignited,and I discovered
that if you do that, the fire dog will be loyal to you forever.
However, I thought it was too dangerous to risk losing a dog just to
get it to be loyal to me and help me advise the president against
war,or wahtever I was advising him against. Like, each dog had
a 'vote' or something...I dunno. Apparently some dogs had been
accidentally extinguished over the years & I didn't think we could
afford to lose any more.
No idea what that was all about.Oct. 30, 2002Well, weirdly enough, it's 10 year reunion time for the class I would
have graduated with if I'd stayed at Tulane. Apparently, nobody's
going to any of the reunion activities. Wierd that I was there the
weekend all that began...I think. That, or I left the day before all
the alum activities were to begin. Oct. 28. 1988. A day that will
live in infamy...the night of several parties at various frat houses.
I believe I began the evening at TEP, then off to FIJI where I made
out with this guy named Rob Field on some sort of leather furniture,
and his frat bros threw ice at us, and then....somewhere. Back to TEP
maybe? Where I met Gary Lang, the man who would be the first to
insert his penis into one of my orifices. It was 'just oral' but upon
sober, adult reflection, that probably counts more as 'losing ones
virginity' than the jaded 'get it over with' events of May 28, 1991
in which my vaginal vault was casually indundated with man meat. and
here I am 14 years later...with memories and no diploma, but somehow
having (I think) made peace with the past, the people in it, and
whatever regrets I have about what did/didn't happen at Tulane.
So...Festive has been passing around a 'Tulane Memories' email which
I will go ahead and reorganize and post next.- Oct. 30, 2002From: Jackson, Jeffrey
Sent: Wednesday, October 23, 2002 4:31 PM
Subject: Tulane Reunion holdouts
Well, as far as I can tell, no one I know is going to the reunion
being held this week. I thought that I would like to at least
memorialize it with a simple email.
I had a thought that perhaps each of us could forward it to all the
grads we know from '92, and perhaps each share a memory and email it
on to the others. Say what you will about the place, but I have
nothing but good memories. Here is one of mine:
14 years ago: We first set foot in Bruff commons. Remember those fit
& trim lunch ladies? I dont either. I remember huge women with few
teeth asking "may I therve you?" The wonder of calico skillet. The
genius of the captain crunch dispenser. The roast beef with huge
veins in it. They were so caring that they didnt put leavening agents
in the cake all year round, just so that certain students could eat
them on passover.
The good news was that this was where we met friends and talked and
shared good news and bad. Some of us as upperclassmen actually went
back every so often, just to reminisce, and when we had coupons
(or copies of coupons)
It all began with Bruff.
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From: TTheisen
Sent: Wednesday, October 23, 2002 9:40 PM
Subject: Tulane memories
jeff, what a great idea!
here are some of my most vivid Tulane memories:
-- getting classes off for Mardi Gras
-- wading through thigh-high water on campus after thunderstorms
-- fuzzy caterppillars everywhere in the spring
-- cafe au lait and beignets at 4 a.m.
-- movies at McAlister Hall and, when I worked there, climbing the
steep ladder up to the projection room with movie boxes that weighed
3 tons each
-- dance classes in an ancient Newcomb classroom with the huge
windows open on nice days, looking out at the tops of the oaks
swaying in the breeze
-- writing movie reviews for the Hullaballo with the pretentiousness
only a 21-year-old can muster
-- free TGIF concerts aand beer (before it was banned) on the quad
-- meeting people at the ATM
-- taking the Freret Jet bus through scary neighborhoods to the
Quarter
-- Brian and I throwing cups of water on each other and cracking up
on the quad
-- hanging out at the levee with go-cups
-- riding bikes with Karen in the pouring rain in Audubon Park
-- frat boys sunning themselves in lawn chairs on the median of
Broadway every Friday afternoon
let's keep passing this list along and include everyone in all the
e-mails.
parry, I'm passing this on to you, too, cause I thought you would
enjoy.
tiffini
http://infinitefetish.blogspot.com
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Jennifer Miller wrote:
What fun, I'll play too -
The way the food at Bruff got way better for parents' weekend and
right before Thanksgiving
Going to Audubon Zoo almost every day, and getting to go in before
it opened when the animals were active
Dancing at Club Bedrock, Jax Brewery, and all those other places
that were so cool at the time
Dance classes at Newcomb, and also yoga at Reilly with Betsy, the
yoga lady
Really great professors, with only a couple exceptions.
Owning 30 t-shirts so I could go for a month without doing laundry
Camellia Grill's french fry omelet, with fries on the side
Shopping runs to The Real Superstore, and the nut with the big David
Duke billboard in his yard next door
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From: Jeffrey Lowry
Sent: Thursday, October 24, 2002 11:55 AM
Subject: Re: Tulane memories
Camellia Grill was the best.
Remember Eamon Kelly? His unfortunate nickname (and variations
thereof) will haunt me for the rest of my life: Screamin' Eamon,
the Steamin' Semen Demon.
There was the hurricane scare (does anyone remember the name of the
hurricane? I think it was '88) that sent Tulanians to the liquor
store. While the rest of the city was panicking, the Green Wavers
were lined up around the block to buy alcohol. It was important
to meet life-threatening natural disasters in a state of intoxicated
idiocy.
I remember swimming (literally) in the Quad after the rain.
I remember being on the WTUL emergency call list (when regular DJs
wouldn't or couldn't do their shows). In violation of FCC
regulations, "certain students" brought in a bottle of Kahlua (I
can't even imagine drinking Kahlua straight now) and did a show of
Elvis sightings and random music.
The WTUL staff was so haughty in their alternativeness that the mere
thought of mainstream America made them shudder. One time,
this bi-gendered DJ with snaky orange hair had to transition his show
to two frat guys on the emergency call list who wanted to do a Led
Zeppelin show. Orange Snake (Wo)Man was appalled.
I remember collecting two-dozen different anti-date rape posters in
Monroe Hall. From the Women's Studies postings, you'd have thought
that every male student at Tulane was about to drug and rape someone
- but thank God those posters put a stop to it!
Famous Last Words at Mardi Gras: "Four people can sleep in my Monroe
Hall single!" "I'm not going to get all crazy about those stupid
plastic beads and shit." "Let's just WALK to Canal Street."
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--- TTheisen wrote:
how about the other famous last words during Mardi Gras: "Let's meet
at Carrollton and Canal."
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From: Jon
Sent: Saturday, October 26, 2002 12:59 PM
Subject: RE: Tulane memories
OK folks, here goes a more hedonistic perspective...
and I think my Tulane GPA probably can vouch for that
as well (vs. say, one Mr Lowry).
Camelia Grill -- certainly good and I truly enjoy
their chocolate pecan pie. And I get a kick out of
the traditional double-horseshoe breakfast counter.
But how about the Hummingbird Grill downtown? Nothing
like a good greasy 3 a.m. breakfast after a night out
in the Quarter.
WTUL -- ahh, the joy of a 2-6 a.m. radio show. And
yes, I seem to recall a certain early-evening Mardi
Gras broadcast that commenced after an afternoon on
the quad, a brief 'break' in Der Rathskellar (now
*there's* something to appreciate -- not just a bar ON
campus, but one in which you could use your meal-plan
dollars) that centered upon Elvis sightings being
'reported' from around the city. FCC indeed. The pizza
delivery guy that called in seemed to appreciate the
insanity, and we were more than happy to feed the
frenzy.
Tulane cinema -- I miss it to this day. $1 -$2 for
admission to a recently released movie, and who could
forget the cheap snax: at one time $1 could get your
choice of candy, popcorn, AND a soda. Try that at
your local movie house now. And who's brilliant idea
was it to put college students in charge of a weekly,
unaccountable cash-flow of several thousand dollars?
Friday concerts on the quad, and WTUL Marathon in the
spring. Dash Rip Rock playing one of the local dives
(Jimmy's, Rendon (before it got nice), or God forbid
Tipitina's). And I'm not talkin' the sell-out Tip's
downtown catering to drunken tourists. I'm talkin'
the 'real' Tip's catering to drunken locals and
college students up on Napolean. The Radiators -- of
course -- more 'respectable' for a New Orleans band...
Other 'brief' snapshots:
Ms. Mae's -- and being horrified when they raised
their prices from $1 for a longneck to $1.25, and
mixed drinks from $.75 to a dollar. But they still
kept 2 for 1 Wednesdays.
Busses down to Tulane football games in the 'Dome.
The return of men's basketball and being able to pack
Fogelman Arena (AND the fact that we got free
tickets).
$5 all-you-can drink nights at the Boot (which then
took on an ominous double-meaning).
Planning your evening around bars and 'when they got
busy' (i.e. Fat Harry's after 1 a.m., The Boot or
Metro early in the evening, the Maple Street combo for
general madness any weekend -- or even during the
week, the St. Charles Tavern for late night food
before heading to somewhere else -- like Ms. Mae's,
before going home to sleep for two hours before
class). And of course, my favorite -- Le Bon Temps,
as it was conviently out of the 'normal' college crowd
F&M Patio Bar scene.
Monroe Dorm balconies -- especially when coupled with
water balloon launcher and/or bottle-rockets. Other
good balcony memories -- Friday afternoons, after
class, catching the sun and being able to watch
intramural games on the quad while having a beverage.
I recall at least one impromptu party beginning this
way, as people just wndered out as they returned from
classes, often having stopped by K&B for weekend
supplies. That's what I get for leaving my door open.
But then, I think that's also how I met Dora and Tiff
(leaving the door open).
Fire alarms in the middle of the night. Especially
fun the semester I had a broken leg and had to hobble
down (and up) 12 flights.
Oysters on the half-shell. I still can't eat them
without thinking of Tulane. Especially popular at
Cooter Brown's or Le Bon Temps.
Another 'delicacy' I have a hard time finding
elsewhere -- cheese fries. And how about the first
time you tried crawfish?
Winn-Dixie, and feeling raped every time I had to shop
there (on Carrollton) because they hiked their prices.
Hanging out on the levee with go-cups? How 'bout a
keg in the trunk of Jon's car, supplemented with
Popeye's and Daiquiri's? OK -- the keg was only one
Mardi Gras, but Daiquiri's and Popeye's was recurrent.
Card games. Endless games of hearts and spades,
though hearts became the game of choice. Generally
played when everyone had papers to write and/or exams
the next day, often with people rotating in and out of
the scene.
Waiting for the streetcar and *really* having to go to
the bathroom.
The Adams Street apartment (or insert your own
apartment stories here), and Tiff switching reasons to
attend partway through the semester. The continual
battle to get people to do their dishes, clean up, and
not eat 'your' food (thus the permanent black marker).
Getting kicked out of a Bourbon Street strip club
(courtesy of one Jon Cochrane), only to go next door
and have an interesting conversation with an alleged
UNO math major.
While in the Quarter -- how about Hand Grenades at
Tropical Isle? They also had a good 'band' that
played Eagles, Buffet, and the like. The Goldmine(?)
-- for some reason I tended to meet west-bank girls
there...
Pool -- always out playing pool. Mainly because it
served as a reason to be out, drinking beer, checking
everyone out. But lots and lots of pool.
Planning the week around bar specials. This worked
out nicely, as Sundays became the night to do all my
homework. Until Le Bon Temps started giving away an
hour of free draft between 9 and 1 on Sundays (always
rotating what hour it would be...). Of course, the
redhead from Loyola that had a habit of showing up
certainly didn't discourage my attendance.
As I said -- a bit hedonistic. But isn't that what
New Orleans was all about?
Now that I've done this for an hour instead of working
on my dissertation (see how the ghosts of N'Awlins
debauchery haunt me?), I shall go...
Jon
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From: "Jackson, Jeffrey"
Found your email in a Lycos search. Thought you'd enjoy. Enjoy.
Please pass on to anyone you can think of.
Jeff
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From: sherri nuti
I remember that short-lived episode in the Rat, when they thought it
would be more "personal" (and easier to understand the mush-mouthed
people using a bad PA) to call people's names instead of numbers.
("Fautty-tree!!") Except they didn't count on girls saying their name
was Credenza, or people just making things up. Once this guy I knew
used "Sharmiquia" or something like that, and the cook tried about
three times to pronounce it, before shouting "You know who you are!
Come get your damn burger!"
Jeff and Steve: How are you!?!? I've been in Houston now for three
years!
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Stan Rodgers
Wow, Tulane memories... For everything I DO remember, there are at
least twenty things I CAN'T remember mainly because my best friend at
the time was a generous drug dealer. Gotta love that company
discount...
Hmmm... Some of my earliest memories of Tulane were of having a BIG
crush on Elena but never actually doing anything about it. I also
remember one Shannon Geiss (now Slap as in Ted Slap... scary) being
really mean to me and my crushing extremely fragile emotional
constitution at every opportunity. Oh yeah, can't forget that freak
bag Laura Wisdom, her white trash ways and Bon Jovi aesthetic
pursuing me even though she scared me AND she was dating
one of my fraternity brothers. By the way, I should point out that I
shudder every time think about or mention the fact that I was ever in
a fraternity... just for the record. Oh well hindsight is 20/20.
Other memories:
Moving out of my room with Dennis Cahill and moving in to Butler Hall
with Howard Frank. That was probably the most fun I had with a
college roommate. Tall-boy bowling up and down the hall until the
cans burst! Stealing all of the rechargeable batteries out of the
EXIT signs and getting the entire floor fined for doing so. Pee-
pucks! $1.00 Mickey's wide-mouths at the Metro! GROWLER
NIGHT!!!!!!! Having my virginity stolen from me by Trish
The Dish Goodowens. Dating Elena's roommate Arkansas Cindie (sp) for
approximately one week before realizing that we just weren't a "good
fit" for each other. By the way, I never once made any carnal
advances toward her and I guess it pissed her off! Friday afternoon
balcony parties over Freret avenue. Dino's pizza (small ground beef
and onion for $5).
Meeting Jenn Herzog, dating her for two and a half years then having
her break my heart worse than anybody had before or since and
subsequently ruining my senior year. God smote her though. I saw
her at a friend's wedidng last year and she looked like death wormed
over (giggles).
Actually graduating in 4 years WITHOUT one single summer session (too
friggin' hot). Pre-formal dinners at Arnaud's in the French
Quarter. The drive-thru at the uptown Daiquiris. Cheese Fries at
the Boot. Seeing Fishbone on the quad for TGIF. Dash Rip Rock (I
still listen to them) at Jimmy's. Charging A LOT of beer and
cigarettes to my parents at the bookstore and the Rat. Jeremy
Slotchiver desperately trying to find his own identity throughout our
undergraduate careers bless his heart.
Participating in the extremely supportive treatment of Dave Manuel by
threatening to not initiate into the fraternity along with our pledge
class because they didn't want to initiate him. Then... subsequently
participating in the extremely poor and exclusionary treatment of
David by helping to blacball him a few months later. This all, of
course was a product of my being fickle and two faced and trying to
fit in. Having done a lot of growing up over the years, I have come
to realize just what a shitty thing that was to do and how terrible
it must have made Dave feel. I humbly apologize to you here and now
Dave and I still regret my decision! I hope you forgive me but I
understand if you do not. It was a terrible thing to do.
Missing a lot of the people that I met as a freshman because they
either transferred away from Tulane (Erika) or our lives simply
parted ways (Elena & Dave).
I am really glad to be back in touch with you all and I have many
more fond memories of my time spent with you. Far too many to list
here. Pleas keep in touch and let me know how your lives are
unfolding.
Dave, just so you know, I live in Minnesota now and have been here
since the end of '94. I have been married for a little over a year
now to a wonderful woman that still puts up with my vulgar
sensibilities even after 5 years of knowing one another. I am in a
band called Seconds Before (www.secondsbefore.com) and we play out as
much as possible. I am a web Crystal Reports developer for a small
medical manufacturing company in St. Paul. We have a pure bred
Ocicat named Ramses living with us and making our lives interesting.
Anyway, I think I have taken up enough of your time!
Peace!
Stan Rodgers
no subject
Oct. 31, 2002
My Tulane Memories:
For me, it all began with the famous words: "Dudes! Help! My
roommate's puking!" And as we clueless freshmen mobilized our feeble
problem-solving skills, timeless friendships were forged.
Paul Green came up with the "-age" suffix long before Pauly Shore was
even thinking about it. "Let's get some Bruffage" being the best
example and "Look at all the garb...age" said the morning after Mardi
Gras being the least-impressive.
Deciding that Paul Green needed to be president: "P Green in 2008!"
(oh SHIT, that is coming up REAL SOON NOW!)
Getting "pinted" on the crappy pool table at TEP by Stan (which I
still owe him, BTW)
Sangria at Cooter Brown's with Trish & Carmen.
Daiquiris.
Scaring the boys from the 12th floor (and all the ones on my floor
too, for that matter) with my 'psychic vampire' act.
Stan taking out the ceiling fan with his head at the TEP house.
Shannon, Raeli, and Jeremy deciding that I had to play "Desperado" at
their respective funerals.
"All Night Until Sunrise", our 'secret drinking society' (I wanted it
to be "All Night 'Til Sunrise" just so we could be ANTS instead of
ANUS.)
Rob Greenwald's black cat that always smelled like "Drakkar Noir"
Elena coming to my room to study frantically for next day's exams and
always falling asleep--and being too cute to wake up even though I
knew she'd fuss at having missed valuable study time. :)
Elena cooking hot chocolate in the microwave of the 11th floor lounge
for, like, 10 minutes.
Scary memory: Festive's roommie Dave B being taken out on a stretcher
while vomiting uncontrollably. Funny aftermath: Chris and the club
sodas he donated to try and get all the stains out of the carpet
afterwards.
Another scary one: the night Pottsie tried to commit suicide and after
people had talked him out of it, they came to my room and we all
talked and ended up laughing and feeling better.
Getting my ears pierced with 2nd holes on each side the day after I
...um...well, nevermind. His first name was Gary, and that's all I'll
say.
ankle deep warm rain water.
The TEP Heaven & Hell party that ended up in some kind of drunken
petting-fest/clothed orgy in the upstairs hall of TEP. (And sparked
subsequent rumors of me being a lesbian--WhatEVER!)
Dunking sorority girls in the baseball/target/tank-thingy during the
'ramen fest' with Dash Rip Rock singing "I ate the Ramen, but I did
not eat the Chef Boyardee" to the tune of "I Shot the Sheriff"
Staying in the dorms over Thanksgiving & having Chili Fritos & Diet
Coke for Turkey Day.
Getting 'rushed' by Phi Mu and not realizing that I was being rushed.
A bunch of guys stealing the weights out of the elevators in Monroe
Hall and hiding them under my bed.
Being a student marshal & having the NO cops call the campus cops
while I was doing lockups because they thought I was trying to steal
the cement/tire/chain-on-a-pole thing that I was dragging across the
driveway behind Tilton. (Then again, if people will steal elevator
weights, why not steal the tire with cement and a pole in the middle
with a chain attached?)
Being a student marshal and watching drunk boys pee on the flagpole
near Newcomb Hall.
Being a student marshal and spending my shift in another student
marshal's dorm room, hearing stories about the Great Student Marshals
past who would leave campus, go to movies, go out drinking, etc. all
while supposedly patrolling the campus to keep it safe.
Hiding in my closet during the false fire alarms drunk freshmen
pulled on their way home from the Metro or the Boot or wherever.
Periodically getting depressed & locking myself in my dorm room, and
Shannon Geis (Now Slap--you're right, Stan, that is freaky) would
bring me Hostess products & a Stephen King book to read until I felt
better.
Shawn's girlfriend and I catching the same strand of coveted Mardi
Gras 'long beads' at the same time, and she gave them to me.
Like Stan, I'm sure that the times I can't remember are better &
funner than the ones I do :) But they were all good. I have some
regrets, but mostly I am glad for the experiences & memories.