The PoTown PoPo?

So what's a good general reaction for the newest addition to what we have to look out for on the weekends: the Poughkeepsie Police. I've always had the philosophy that if you're doing nothing wrong, you have nothing be to afraid of. But, as the semester gets more and more stressful and I make more and more bad decisions, I might have something to be afraid of. I became a little uneasy this weekend when I saw a cop car cruising near Main. I've gotten over being nervous about security but this was a whole new feeling of "oh shit."

I know it's been said that the police are not here to bust us for underage drinking and what not. They're here to keep us safe and keep all the booty-grabbers off campus. But I have to imagine that they have a responsibility to react if they see someone breaking the law. Will they do something if they see blatant underage drinking or someone supplying alcohol to minors? What will they do if they start to smell pot over by Sunset Lake? In the real world, we'd be arrested. Vassar has a nice bubble that keeps us from getting into too much trouble. But now the real world has entered Vassar and what's going to happen?

I guess my biggest question is how will the responsibilities be shared between the police and security? Are students going to have any interaction with the police at all? We should always be responsible for our actions. And despite our frustration on a Thursday night when we have a test in the morning and there are loud drunks outside of our window, no one wants to see a fellow Vassar student get arrested. Maybe we should all act a little smarter when we're outside as to not draw attention. Well, we're supposed to be doing that anyway to avoid security. But maybe be should think about doing it more now that the consequences of our behavior could be a lot harsher.

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I have two weeks left. I'm going to miss Vassar.

Let me rephrase that.
I'm going to miss my friends at Vassar.

Last night, me and my friends played DDR, went to the Limit show (which was EXCELLENT), checked out the Mug, and then spontaneously decided to go to the farm at 1:30 in the morning. At the point that we finally reached the farm we suddenly realized that we should've gone in the other direction, as we were mildly hungry. So we hiked across campus to the Acrop. We were there until 3:00.

I did not get to sleep till 4, and was woken up by none other than Main building herself at 9:00 a.m.

But I don't regret it. Here's why: I LOVE my friends. They're a wildly eclectic group of people, and they're all fabulous. It makes me want to cry sometimes thinking about how great they are, and thinking about how I shall fill the void made by their absence over the summer. Facebook and AIM still exists, but it's not the same. The void can't be filled. At least one of them will be a short drive away from where I live, but the others live several hours away from me.

SO if you're reading this right now, take some time to let your friends know how much you love them. Especially those who you won't be seeing over the summer.

Oh, and
HAPPY FOUNDER'S DAY, BITCHES!

sprink.

Rich Horowitz is a god...and so is William Booth!

So I went in to the Office of Res. Life in the hopes of getting some advice on my housing situation. After all the talking, sending of forms, yada-yada-yada, I still had no roommate! I took refuge in Rich's spacious office, on his slightly squishy couch, as he went through my draw number and the possibilities for rooms (I am a lazy bastard with all of that, by the way). And wouldn't you know it, my draw number is just good enough to grant me a single next year! Woot! The big deal for me is not that I won't have a roommate and rather an entire room to myself (although that is still frickin' awesome); but rather that I just no longer have to worry, after having worried and not done much about it all. Life's sweet during those moments when you don't have to take responsibility for your lack of care about pressing things. But let's not count those chickens just yet...

On a side note, I also walked to the Salvation Army thrift store further down on Main towards Downtown. I have to say that they do a great job accommodating all of those in need. William Booth, the founder of Salvation Army, is a good guy in my opinion. Care to counter?

-Crito

A Great Place to Eat

As much as I just LOOOOOVE the food at the DC, every now and then I like to go off campus and get something to eat. I used to limit myself to the few places right off campus (Babycakes, Zorona's, etc) but yesterday my roommate introduced me to something new. We at La Cabanita, a teeny tiny Mexican place on Main Street just down from the fast food places (KFC, Wendy's, Taco Bell). It was so so so good. If you are looking for some authentic Mexican food (and believe me, I know it) you should definitely check it out. It was really reasonable, too. AND they have Jarritos…. Which I LOVE.

Anyways, peace out kids. Good luck with work… I hope isn't piling up for you like it is for me.

Love SGPG :):)

Wahtahmehlon

I forgot to mention-after the comedy show with John Mulaney last night, I was at UpC and I talked to him...I won't divulge details so as to not give away my semi-anonymity, but he was nice.

Everyone go to Julie's Restaurant cuz those people rock and give you free cookies when they're closing and you ask if they have a dessert menu.

To the Bees of the world: get the fuck out of my room. Please go kill yourself away from me. Stop making me cry.

I can't wait for the Sugarhill Gang. With such dope beats and stoopit fresh lyrics as "now what you hear is not a test--I'm rappin to the beat", and "see I am Wonder Mike and I like to say hello", no wonder they spawned one of the biggest music cultures in the home of the free. However, I have found one disturbing line in their smash hit, "Rapper's Delight": "say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend". The birth of all misogyny in hippity-hop today, folks? To quote my friend, "This is where we get "Tip Drill"'s from". An innocent lyric? I think not.

Eat some watermelon.
CJDC

On Kindness

I ordered take out food from that new Italian place in Poughkeepsie that has been advertising a lot recently: Milani's. Okay, so I called in my order and the woman who answered was very pleasant. I gave her my order, and we hung up. About 50 minutes later, the delivery man showed up at Davison. Meanwhile I had been waiting in the entrance way, so I opened the door for him - a very instinctual thing to do -and he seemed genuinely appreciative. I then told him that I was the one who ordered. He said "Ah, okay, well..." and proceeded to tell me that he not only included an extra pizza (large) for us, but that he upgraded our two small pizzas to normal size. (Keep in mind we ordered more than just pizza).

Having had an exhausting week, during which I had been stressed into outer limits of sanity, I was struck by the kindness of this man, who I believed (from the way he was talking to me), that he was probably one of the owners or in the family of the owners. I was overwhelmed, perhaps more than I should have been, by this act that was completely superfluous yet so selflessly nice. This act reminded me that people can be generous, nice, caring even when it's not expected of them. It's so nice to think that there are other people who are nice just for the sake of being nice. It's refreshing, and it's fulfilling in a sense. I don't want come across as prideful, but I revel in doing things for others - my parents, friends, acquaintances, classmates, professors, whoever - just because I know it will make them happy.

It's nice to be on the receiving side of this relationship - to be the target of the good act - because it strengthens my own desire to continue to do the "good deed."

I hope you'll give and receive some kindness today,
-Poseidon

Wish I Hadn't Lost That Other Umbrella

My $5 Target umbrella flipped inside-out this morning. It was a) embarrassing and b) inconvenient. Damn you, weather!

On another note, I was walking back from Rite-Aid this afternoon and an old man stopped me, complimented my boots and scarf, and then ripped two pages of poetry he had written from his notebook and gave them to me. My personal favorite:

“’My Part-Time Sort-Of Girlfriend’
Likes girls and fellas,
I’m not sure if
I flipped ‘er or what,

She says, aw,
Billy, you’re so
Tender & gentle
& sensitive,
Yer like David Bowie.
& I’m like, yeah,
Well, thanks a lot, bitch!

Naw, I know
She meant it
as a compliment”

Nothing better than a chance encounter with a homeless budding poet on the streets of Poughkeepsie to brighten a rainy, inside-out umbrella kind of day.

xx
littleone

Flogging Molly

A few of our readers went to the Flogging Molly concert last night at the Chance Theatre in Po-Town and were kind enough to send us pics!

Rumor has it that a Vassar student got so drunk before the concert he/she was unable to actually attend it and was sent home before it even started!

Those who were able to attend the concert informed us that it was spectacular.