Friday, May 11, 2007

Scenes from the Humanities & Languages end-of-semester party

Jeanne's place is in Tustin, and it's lovely, inside and out.

Limber Lou played with the dog. He was pretty smiley. Lou, I mean.

Bea w/ flan, I think.

Kate & Brenda sat on the porch, like Andy & Barney. I think I was Floyd.

Steve (& Jeanne). You'd never guess lookin' at him, but Steve's our "religion" guy. He's good.

Shel w/ shark cap. I see him maybe once a year, and he's always wearing that thing. (He always reminds me that I gave it to him.)

Lisa, observing me on the floor with my camera, seemed dubious. "Taking pictures up ladies dresses, eh?" said a nearby Red Emma. Nope, I was just down there talkin' with the dog.

Red qua Dick—and Fumiko qua Fumiko.

Frank grabbed my camera with a big show of annoyance. He took a snap of Jeanne 'n' me.

Karima, dean of H&L, among other things.

Lou was happy, playin' fetch with a drool ball. I hosed it off.

Jeanne reads to Lou. Somethin' about executing a servant girl for spillin' milk. You know: a children's book.

Jan & Jeff are happier than ever, I think. Somebody said that they're retiring. Could be.


  1. Looks like a nice party. Also, looks like bingo night down at the AARP.

  2. Thanks Roy for the great pix. I am always thinking I should have pix of these people I spend so much time with, now I do. Next party in the canyon!

  3. we're like the whos in whoville...

  4. more like the anyones in how town

  5. no, no no!

    it is very e.e. cummings:

    anyone lived in a pretty how town

    anyone lived in a pretty how town
    (with up so floating many bells down)
    spring summer autumn winter
    he sang his didn't he danced his did.

    Women and men (both little and small)
    cared for anyone not at all
    they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
    sun moon stars rain

    children guessed (but only a few
    and down they forgot as up they grew
    autumn winter spring summer)
    that noone loved him more by more

    when by now and tree by leaf
    she laughed his joy she cried his grief
    bird by snow and stir by still
    anyone's any was all to her

    someones married their everyones
    laughed their cryings and did their dance
    (sleep wake hope and then)they
    said their nevers they slept their dream

    stars rain sun moon
    (and only the snow can begin to explain
    how children are apt to forget to remember
    with up so floating many bells down)

    one day anyone died i guess
    (and noone stooped to kiss his face)
    busy folk buried them side by side
    little by little and was by was

    all by all and deep by deep
    and more by more they dream their sleep
    noone and anyone earth by april
    with by spirit and if by yes.

    Women and men (both dong and ding)
    summer autumn winter spring
    reaped their sowing and went their came
    sun moon stars rain


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