Tuesday, August 28, 2007
'Please do not spit in the water fountain'
Rednecks' days are numbered. Oklahoma State to go 'backer free. The only sacred cows left at OSU are the ones at the bull test station.
--ER
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Signs similar to this one used to be up in certain buildings on campus. The Classroom Building and Ag Hall for sure.
Ag Hall classrooms -- most of my econ classes were there for some reason -- also used to have signs on the back wallsd that said:
"Please keep boots off walls."
The ag kids would come trompin' in with mud and s--t on their boots, sit in the chairs in back and prop their boot heels up against the wall, leaving the janitors and physical plant personnel un-a-mused.
Probably still do -- 'cause they ain't fricking outlawed mud and s--t yet!!
Ag Hall classrooms -- most of my econ classes were there for some reason -- also used to have signs on the back wallsd that said:
"Please keep boots off walls."
The ag kids would come trompin' in with mud and s--t on their boots, sit in the chairs in back and prop their boot heels up against the wall, leaving the janitors and physical plant personnel un-a-mused.
Probably still do -- 'cause they ain't fricking outlawed mud and s--t yet!!
As fer as I recall from my days coverin' the OSU regents a decade and a half ago, there wasn't any smokin'. Don't know about the chew, though.
Sounds to me like civilization might be inching its way towards OK. Now, if you could just do something about James Inhofe. . . (Mild snark meant in jest; please do not attack me)
Dr. Lobo,
I covered every regents meeting from November 1991 to November 1993. I went to Muskogee/Warner and to Guymon/Goodwell. Of course, we were tracking President Campbell's final run, knowing through our anonymous sources who were close to the regents that Campbell's reign was nearing its end. Ah, those were fun conversations in Jim Bellatti's office using a speaker phone.
I covered every regents meeting from November 1991 to November 1993. I went to Muskogee/Warner and to Guymon/Goodwell. Of course, we were tracking President Campbell's final run, knowing through our anonymous sources who were close to the regents that Campbell's reign was nearing its end. Ah, those were fun conversations in Jim Bellatti's office using a speaker phone.
So you and I definitely breathed the same air.
I was in a committee meeting in Muskogee when I saw a "confidential" piece of paper held by a regent that indicated Campbell was firing the A.D. That made for an interesting 24 hours. After the meeting, while on deadline to file my story back to the paper, I was asked to go to the Conner State president's home to ask Campbell directly about what I'd learned.
He made me hang out for half an hour before meeting with me in one of the bedrooms, where I told him what was going to be in that afternoon's paper and asked if he had any comment. He didn't, then commenced to strong-arm me into telling him how I learned of such news. I didn't budge, then had to rush off to the convenience store to call back the "no comment" comment from Campbell. We held up deadline by two hours, but the story was all over the OKC TV news that evening.
I was in a committee meeting in Muskogee when I saw a "confidential" piece of paper held by a regent that indicated Campbell was firing the A.D. That made for an interesting 24 hours. After the meeting, while on deadline to file my story back to the paper, I was asked to go to the Conner State president's home to ask Campbell directly about what I'd learned.
He made me hang out for half an hour before meeting with me in one of the bedrooms, where I told him what was going to be in that afternoon's paper and asked if he had any comment. He didn't, then commenced to strong-arm me into telling him how I learned of such news. I didn't budge, then had to rush off to the convenience store to call back the "no comment" comment from Campbell. We held up deadline by two hours, but the story was all over the OKC TV news that evening.
Teditor,indeed we beathed the same air, but I made my report to one man. You might think of me as someone's personal reporter. You would have never noticed me.
The gentleman's fate was sealed when he supported the wrong side in a activity in late 1989. The first to go was one of his fellow presidents under that board and then came his turn. It sometimes takes a while to get changes made, votes shifted, and to find the right leverage, but it can always be done. Me, I was just a messenger and observer.
ER, what the heck....do you have a link to Central State Hospital?
The gentleman's fate was sealed when he supported the wrong side in a activity in late 1989. The first to go was one of his fellow presidents under that board and then came his turn. It sometimes takes a while to get changes made, votes shifted, and to find the right leverage, but it can always be done. Me, I was just a messenger and observer.
ER, what the heck....do you have a link to Central State Hospital?
Holy crap, dude, did you see that? Fly-by nuttiness! And he had to type it in, because of the whole word verification thing. Should he find his way to my blog, I might actually have to delete a comment, something I have never done before.
Well, I saw it waaaay early this morning, and was heading toward deleting it and my computer froze up. Then I just forgot. Now, I think I'll leave it. It's fascinating, in its own way, for its utter insanity. Maybe I'll trash it if it comes again.
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