By Jim Barton
Special to El Rrun-Rrun
I felt like an atheist at a tent revival, but I was not alone. Scanning the audience during one of the coordinated manuscript speeches, I spotted other apostates, heretics and rebels.
Kiko Rendon waved.
The Mimi Mapache Rodriguez of Facebook wore her "Save TSC" t-shirt.
Linda Dragustinovis was attired in a tailored Cheezmeh shirt. Other assorted Cheezers wore the black and white. Adela Garza dressed appropriately, but I would have given several pennies for her thoughts. A speaker from each segment of UTB spoke with a bell theme. A student, a faculty member, an administrator and even the queen herself paid homage to enough bell analogies to fill a dried up resaca.
Arturo Guerra, the student speaker, was introduced by Garcia as the student body president and a potential December graduate or as Jerry Mchale would say: "one of the lucky 17% UTB is able to graduate."
After each speech, the orator was given quality time with the bell. The faculty rep knocked it silly.
Senator Lucio and Representative Oliveira thought about stealing it, but gave it an unenthusiastic shove instead. Only the student acted too old for this silliness. The highlight of the afternoon was the pre-schoolers who seemed terrifed of the bell, a touching, if unrehearsed segment.
In a multiple choice question, a young lady representing Wells Fargo Bank would be the answer to the question: "Which person doesn't fit?" She was on stage because her bank generously donated $10,000 to the Bell Scholarship Fund, actually enough moolah to pay Julietta's salary for a week and a half. In a stroke of unoriginal creative genius, a huge fake check was hoisted up for public view, much to the delight of the brethren.
During the service, a lady carried a serving tray with one clear plastic cup's worth of beverage available for the taking, giving me a Jonestown flashback.
Despite the heat, I didn't feel thirsty.
Friday, September 9, 2011
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13 comments:
Gone is the witch,
Gone is the witch,
Gone is the witch,
Gone is the witch.
I heard that Garcia budgeted $200,000 for this event but the trustees did not approve it.
Dude chuck the cheap sunglasses. You look like an old pimp.
Love Jim's writings, however I am a bit surprised they are appearing here??? Hummm! what did I miss?
I hate the bitch.
Good work Jim. Drop the Snowbirds Shades dude. But you wont. It's your Angela Davis afro in-your-face I don't give a fuck what you think statement, right? Right? If not, them shades are the cheeziest pair of shades ever and you need to fire your hair fashion consultant.
V.I. (Village Idiot) Windhaus
and didn't Adela look stunning?
Kiko would make a great UTB president.
there needs to be a term limit to the office of President at UTB.
1 term = 6 years
2 terms = 12 years
A two term limit is reasonable.
the current president needs to retire.
please retire, no one wants you.
As dark as those sunglasses appear to be, they do not shield from the glare of the Texas sun. They're worthless. I just needed them for that one uncool pic. Actually, they reminded me of the shades an optometrist gives you after dilating your eyes.
Jim
i like old pimps
Don't listen to them Jim, get down with your bad self. The haters hate that you look all pimping, lol.
Mr. Grand Master Capulina
I don't mind at all Grand Master. The pic was a joke, sort of dumb. The blog world is wide open. Anyone who can write, can. No credentials needed. Only the words on the page. How's that for incomplete sentences?
J
he could give George Clinton some comp. aLL HAIL to
BIG DADDY PIMPMASTER JIM BARTON!!!
Many faculty will recall that when the "partnership" (read takeover) occurred in the early nineties, the campus community responded (over Juliet's objections) with a Wake. It was a wonderful event held in the Paseo between the North and South Buildings and costing the campus not one penny as I recall. Indeed, administrators were cautioned not to appear since their appearance might cast doubts on the real nature of what was going on. At any rate there was dancing, music and a large coffin which one of our colleagues, now departed, found for the occasion. I think that since the faculty went to pains to bury our beloved TSC then, we need to have a Resurrection Party now. Guess he who laughs last, laughs best.
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