We've made it to the second issue! Doesn't that mean the Journal will last forever? I (that would be Frisbé a.k.a john thomasson) am sitting here in the den of iniquity writing this introduction on the eve of my stint as Co-op Scribe. I'll leave for New Zealand in ten days and the co-op will be far away. (Does anyone know of a magical way I can get a round-trip ticket back to the US for the reunion?) The co-op created the scribe stewardship last fall prompted by interest in Amelia Kaplan's (1996-1997) thesis on the co-op and the approach of the 40th Anniversary. As the first scribe I've done my best to connect the present co-op with our past history and alumni. The scribe is also the co-op's Minister of Defense-- by showing our importance to the Harvard community and to our alumni we can prevent Harvard from ever again trying to phase us out... don't worry though-- at least for the time being we appear safe. We are on excellent terms with Dudley House. The new masters Everett Mendelsohn and Mary Anderson have been especially enthusiastic about the co-op... and Margaret Handy, Tom Dingman, and Jenny Lamont are doing a great job helping us all to graduate. We have two wonderful tutors, 33 or so wacky co-opers, a few cats, some goldfish, two beautiful houses, a new lounge, a full pantry, and Emily Hobson the next co-op scribe ...Anyway we want to thank all of you for your enthusiastic support of the newsletter with your many letters, e-mails, visits and contributions to Harvard Cooperative House. May the co-op outlive Harvard...
Come by foot, plane, train, automobile, or federal express and celebrate the unique role of the Coöp in (or out) of the Harvard community as well as the hundreds and hundreds of Co-opers who have passed through '05 and 3 Sac over the years. The Co-op Reunion/ 40th Anniversary will be held on Saturday June 6, 1998. The 5th and 7th will be open houses. At the event there will be story telling, a group picture [3 PM] a pot luck dinner, a dance [any good p.a.'s and bands out there?], jam sessions [bring your instruments], games [anyone have a good volleyball net], etc. Our archives will be available for perusal. If you are interested in helping to organize the event please e-mail the new co-op scribe, Emily Hobson, at firstname.lastname@example.org or call her at 617 493-6657. If you plan on coming to the event please take a moment and fill out the information at the end of the newsletter and return it to the co-op.
Please continue to send us address corrections for the alumni database. Remember to include your years at the co-op (ie. John Dudley (1978-1980)). If you don't want us to give your address out to other co-op alumni please tell us. Feel free to contact us if you are trying to find fellow co-opers.
Please contact us if you know of the whereabouts of any of the following former co-opers:
If you want to receive a back issue of the newsletter please send your address and a stamp to Dudley Co-op Scribe, 3 Sacramento Street, Cambridge, MA, 02138.
I know the web page (www.hcs.harvard.edu/~dudcoop) is still pitiful [One co-oper wrote me to say he was glad I had better things to do... another wrote to say that the page 'sucked'.] I recently added a guest book which will allow you to post messages. Also the first letter we sent out and both issues of the Journal are now posted. Now that my tenure as co-op scribe is coming to an end, perhaps the next regime will make the web page a priority. Also, if anyone wants to help...email@example.com
In December, with the help of Susan Zawalich and Margaret Handy, we procured two heavy duty 4-door file cabinets to store our archives in. The archives are now safer and more accessible. Unfortunately we are missing a chunk of time in our records because the producers of the movie "With Honors" stole co-op journals and other related material and have still not returned them. If you have any interesting co-op related stuff- pictures, posters, articles, etc. we would love to have copies.
The Second Annual Dudley Co-op Wheel-chair Time Trial Race produced a three-way first-place tie between Thomas Munroe, Josh Corngold, and Ty Gibbons. To determine one winner a dance off was held with Thomas emerging as a victorious dirty-dancing-wheel-chair racing champion. Last years top-finishers Frisbé and Mark Engler finished in last place but recieved style points. The course included the ever popular "deliver the word" as well as new parts- "sign up for points", "play the piano", "Free-pile the clothes", and "knock on the door." Our poor wheel-chair (I think it is has been in the co-op over fifteen years) is getting to be quite worn out...
The Dudley House Committee including co-opers Frisbé and Mark Engler organized a speech by famous saxophonist Maceo Parker. Over 100 people came to the event. Maceo's picture was featured on the front page of the Crimson... We held a wine and cheese opening for the Johnnie Walker Photo Exhibit in the 3 Sacramento house laundry room. Johnnie Walker lived in the co-op from the mid-1980's to the early 1990's. He was a great photographer and left many of his photos in the co-op archives... other events included the annual Holiday Hoopla and Yankee Swap, the Co-op Thanksgiving dinner (much good food was had by all), the lingerie study break (once again we weren't shut down and evolved into mass performance art in Lamont Library), several concerts, and the Nina Mitchell/ Heather Haxo Phillips co-op prom... For the Co-op Mustache Extravaganza, ten of the co-op men grew beards over winter vacation and reading period and then shaved down to just mustaches for final exam period- at the co-op mustaches were back in style.... In a final exam period Den of Iniquity Rubber band game, Mark Engler won 8277 candy bars off of Marcus Wholson in a single game.
For a statistics final paper co-oper Nitzan Shoshan shifted his anaylitical gaze to 3 Sac and 1705. He said, "Co-opers usually consider themselves and the co-op as a whole more politically and socially progressive than the general Harvard population. I was interested in examining whether these beliefs had in fact a valid base in reality." The following is a poll of Co-opers and Harvard students. Check out the results:
Question 1: What is your position on the legalization of gay marriages?
|Response||# of Co-opers||% of Co-opers||# of Harvardites||% of Harvardites|
Question 2: What is your position on the legalization of drugs?
|Response||# of Co-opers||% of Co-opers||# of Harvardites||% of Harvardites|
|a. support legalization of all drugs||12||36%||1||3%|
|b. support legalization of "soft" drugs||19||58%||13||43%|
|c. oppose legalization of any drugs||2||6%||16||53%|
Question 3: Are you a vegetarian or vegan?
|Response||# of Co-opers||% of Co-opers||# of Harvardites||% of Harvardites|
|a. I'm vegan||0||0%||0||0%|
|b. I'm vegetarian||9||27%||3||10%|
|c. I'm neither||24||73%||27||90%|
Question 4: What is your position on labor unions?
|Response||# of Co-opers||% of Co-opers||# of Harvardites||% of Harvardites|
|a. they're good for the country||26||79%||17||57%|
|b. they're bad for the country||0||0%||1||3%|
Question 5: Should medicine be public or private?
|Response||# of Co-opers||% of Co-opers||# of Harvardites||% of Harvardites|
[editor's note: Several of our respondents answered the co-op poll from the last issue. In order to conserve space I will only list the questions here: (1) What is your name? (2) What is your age (feel free to lie)? (3) What is your occupation? (4) What do you dream about doing when you're working? (5) Are you a vegetarian (Don't worry some of us still eat meat)? (6) Are you still involved in cooperative living or purchasing? (7) What years did you live in the Co-op? (8) How do you describe yourself politically? (9) Are you involved in any sort of social/political action? If so, what? (10) Is there a chance you might come to the Co-op's 40th Anniversary in June 1998? (11) Which of the two Co-op houses would you prefer to be reincarnated as?...]
Harry Rudloe (1958-1959): One question you left out of [the co- op poll] is: What do you think of Harvard - the good points as well as what is wrong with it? This would be helpful to alumni whose children are approaching college age. I did not consider sending my children there - if you look at the the class reports, you will see that approximately 1/2 of each class does not contribute to Harvard and a substantial percentage refuse so say anything about themselves- because they are hurt and mad. A question that must be posed is, what is it about Harvard that alienates so many nice intelligent people? Any how - better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. the co-op poll: (1) Harry Rudloe. (2) 59. (3) computer programmer and technical writer (presently on sick leave). (4) Painting pictures. (5) no. (6) no. (7) 1958-1959. (8) Democrat. (9) Banning land mines. (10) yes. (11) 3 Sacramento St. 443B Massachussetts Ave., Lexington, MA 02173 [editor's note: It was an oversight to leave out a question about Harvard in the co-op poll. One of the most constant themes at the co-op for at least thirty years has been anti-harvard sentiment. I've found "Fuck Harvard" etched into the oddest places... but there has always been a wide spectrum of feelings towards Harvard-- from students who genuinely like the place to people like me who feel that being a dudley co-oper is the next best thing to not being a Harvard student...]
Alba Wayne Hall (1962-1963): I am returning to the groves of academe at UH-Manoa in Spring '98 to get that long-deferred sheepskin. The transfer-grades-credit analysis-person didn't count my freshman seminar independent study in '62 (the esoteric "Epic in American Literature") because it didn't confer a grade but a tawdry pass-fail quotidien only!! In hopes of getting a stipend for study abroad (UK) by May, I hope to parachute into the 40th reunion en route to "merry olde" (I was at the 30th (inexpressibly delightful), encountering Jon Ericsson [an upstate NY divinity Don and fellow-'66'er and Rick Sullivan [the house resident tutor in '62 and his was a brief drop-in from his Boston ER duties...querying about Peter Miovic (or was it Milosovic?), his subaltern Serbian under-despot-job choreman who harassed me sorely for my insolent ways] and quaffed the house bathtub beer, as a later day miniver cheevy) and get me off this highly pestilential rock... Anybody else from those days, please requite me with a visit to my guest book and write in what slanderous vein you will. My signature e-mail entry mysteriously vanished from the upgraded newsheet. Pity because it marked the earliest pre-hippy entry from a jurassic-age co-oper. Anyway, I am entered @ UH-Manoa in Honolulu as a full-time undergrad Jan '98 and am currently being aided by the Dudley House Sr. tutor's subaltern, one Margaret Handy, in delving for my file in the archeological digs of the Delmar Leighton mastership to unearth evidence of my independent studies and which then can be translated into credit hours in my transition to becoming a '90's undergrad. Like the sleeper awoken or Young Man Axelbrod, I have to adjust to a fin de siecle milieu fast or else seem a painful parody of a late '50's ivy leaguer. firstname.lastname@example.org, Alba's Home Page
James Ellickson-Brown (1967-1969): Jim Ellickson-Brown, who along with Douglas Huff, Jared Rossman, and Michael Kelley was one of four freshman assigned to the co-op house in the fall of 1967, is currently Cultural Affairs Officer at the U.S. Embassy in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Current housemates of this H-R dropout are spouse Debbie, 16-year-old daughter Emily and 78-year-old father-in-law William Brown. email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org, USIS AmEmbassy - Kuala Lumpur, AAPO AP 96535-8600
Douglas Huff (1967-1969): I lived at 1705 Mass Ave my first three semesters at Harvard (67-69), was in the army from '69-72, returned the summer of '72, then left again and haven't been back to the Boston area since... Of the seven freshmen who moved into the co-op in the fall of '67, I think four of us dropped out at least once. Not sure how many never came back... Spent ten years in Germany playing bassoon in an opera orchestra. Currently working on a doctor of musical arts degree at the University of Iowa --- at least that's what I should be doing, but I find myself writing to you guys... Some things I recall from my Cambridge daze: -My first parachute jump at the Orange airport with Dick Downing and Richard Olken (does his family still run that bike shop in Harvard Square?); -Frequent use of the words MUNG and DOUCHE (as in SACK OF); -All night poker games with Mitch Pezdeck, James Maslach, Bill Batstone, Bruce Jones, and Bob Reese. -Tony Ramullio's Varsity Sub Shop at 1703 (?) Mass Ave ("Huff, these hands are CLEAN!"); -Staying up all night in the TV room in the basement of 3 Sac --- thru the snow show and the farm report... the co-op poll: (1) Douglas Huff. (2) 48. (3) Bassoonist. (4) --- (5) No. (6) No. (7) Sep'67 - Jan'69. (8) Registered Democrat, but sometimes vote Libertarian. (9) No. (10) Slight chance. (11) Resident of 1705. 1412 W.30th Street, Cedar Falls, IA 50613-4970, (319) 266-0329, email@example.com
Fred Bartenstein (1970-1972): Thanks for the cool newsletter. It makes a huge difference to remember that Harvard wasn't all stuffy fatheads. I'd kind of edited the Coop Houses out of my memories of Cambridge, with some of the other weird stuff of those times (69-74). My class is heading into a 25th reunion, and I'm suffering from "Harvard BLECCH! Syndrome." To make it even weirder, my 17-year-old daughter says yesterday, "Dad, I might consider going to Harvard." the co-op poll: (1) Fred Bartenstein. (2) 46. (3) Organization Development Consultant. (4) Joining a bluegrass band and touring the country. (5) No. (6) Does "living in Yellow Springs" count? If not, no. (7) Second semester freshman year (1970 -- they told us freshman couldn't live in the Coops, then there was a recruiting table at breakfast in the Union) to end of the summer junior year (1972), when I moved even farther off campus, to a cottage in an apple orchard in Harvard, MA (on the way to Fitchburg, about 40 miles out -- I really missed quiet, but then the refrigerated apple trucks were left running all night). (8) As left-wing as I can get and still count. Mostly, that means voting for Democrats. (9) My solution to political conflict has always been mediation, bridge-building, or infiltrating the power structure, carrying out messages to the disenfranchised. I do that today in my consulting... for example, I'm mediating the Cincinnati Welfare Reform agreement with the State of Ohio. Last year, I facilitated discussions among bureaucrats, polluters and tree-huggers on new clean water regulations for Lake Erie. The last infiltrating I did was attending the Promise Keepers rally at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati and interpreting the experience to my feminist friends, who were a little nervous about 40,000 men in one place. (10) Yes. (11) Tough question. I guess 3 Sacramento because 1) I got my mail there, 2) There was food and company there, 3) My guitar and hi-fi were stolen from 1705, 4) My girlfriend visiting from Bloomington, IN flipped out in 1705 and had to fly home forever, which was a life-changing bummer, and 5) Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys came to 3 Sac when I brought them to Cambridge for a concert in 1970. FredBAssoc@aol.com
Doug Stevens (?-1972): I walked in last June during my 25th Reunion, re-living memories- nothing has changed. Dylan's lyrics had been chasing me all week and pushed me into an honorary memory of the RDFA (Recovering Dylan Freaks Anonymous) from the Dudley Co-op class of 1997. I cried, seeing her start and me stop on a turn of the Great Mandala. I remeber my buddy Frank from the Harvard House of Pizza telling me he'd kill me if I ever walked in his restaurant in the condition I did one day with a girl I made a movie with. Of course it opened with me walking out of 1705, Narcissism forever, and took its title from her address in Nahant: 21 High. (Or did it?) I "lived" with Leighton Ku and watched him solve biochemistry exam problems by staring into space for what seemed like hours. I miss him. My problems took longer. In the same room, I started back from MY LIFE OF ANGUISH as I wrote an encouragement to myself: "There is a higher level of being. Do not be afraid." The tunes I composed in the room with the piano (since requisitioned as a room for students since the living room has now been partitioned unless I was in the wrong house) are on my record, Stand at the Sky Maybe it hasn't sold more because of all the keys that were missing on that piano. Now that I think of it, the Co-op House gave me a place to survive. I was so "heavily defended" that I didn't get close to many people, but without it, I might still be staring into space trying to solve my exam problems. 3158 O ST NW, Washington DC, 20007 [ed. note: Doug Stevens sent us a copy of his record Stand at the Sky which is now available in the Dudley Co-op archives.]
Wallace Barreler (1974-1975): As CEO of Revker Industries I was proud to announce 4.2 billion dollars in profits for this past fiscal year. The board approved my 25 million dollar salary for 1998. I just bought four houses in Malibu. I might run for president- please don't tell about the naked dinners! See ya at the reunion!
Rich Thibodeau (1974-1977): I really appreciate your efforts in publishing the "Journal for High Energy Metaphysics". It is good to see that those aspects of Coop life that I can recall fondly are still alive and well, and it's good to hear from people I do remember, even if only through the haze of time - and other things. the co-op poll: (2) Without lying my age is 42; when I lie it's only 39 (still seems pretty old, I'll wager!) (3) I'm currently "transitioning" (at last check that was the polite way to put it) into programming / software development. (4) Developing computer simulations for learning is what I dream about when I'm not working, and that's what I hope to be doing REAL SOON! (5) I've been a vegetarian, "losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds" and I've been a "cheeseburger in paradise" (I ate vegetarian for a couple of years after working as a cowboy on a ranch in Wyoming...) Having noticed a tremendous difference in my energy level, etc, and having been exposed to the propaganda of Andrew Weil, I'm currently leaning back toward a predominantly veggie diet, along with all the other smart baby boomers... Still, every time I pass a certain ice cream stand in Westford, MA, I'm reminded of the line from "Sleepers" when two twenty-first century doctors are discussing Woody Allen's 1970's diet of health foods, and one asks the other, "You mean they didn't know about hot fudge?" I'll never give up ice cream. (6) Other than the Coop, I've never lived in a cooperative arrangement unless you include the years I shared an apartment with roommates. I've been a condominium owner with my wife (we're divorcing now - she gets the home, since our son lives with her.) Currently I share a house with two other unmarried men. There are virtues to sharing and to owning outright; in the end I see it strictly as a matter of personal preference. (8 and 9) I would describe myself as a strong supporter of maximixed individual opportunity, self-expression and self-determination in a context of enlightened common discourse. Having tried on a classic liberal mindset for several years I finally arrived at the conclusion that social engineering cannot work. While Nozick and the libertarians seemingly ignore the fact that children don't decide into what circumstances they're born, Rawls and the socialists would banish charity; by dictating that anyone who is better off, (whether by nature or circumstance) MUST relinquish his margin (NOT "give" - there is no giving here) for the benefit of the lesser off. My humble experience of life suggests that there seem to be enough incentives in simple enlightened self-interest to ensure that human affairs can arrange themselves with a minimum of interference from an all-knowing government. Athens during the stewardship of Pericles and America in its infancy, come to mind. Then again, Tocqueville has plenty of worthwhile things to say... is this a trick question? How about a beer?... I'm involved in enhancing community wherever I feel it. (10) I would love to come to the Co-op's 40th Anniversary. I'd especially enjoy seeing: Dan McDowell, Andy Rosenbaum, Dave Markun, Sharon Cole, Steve Schenker, Maurice Herlihy, John Stadler, Bob Cowdrey, Bob Taylor, John Vetter, Greg Weisz, Peter Hollinger, Joel Gurin, Andy Rosenberg, Tyack Hull, Henry Sandow, Gene Flood, Leighton Ku, Peter Metcalf, John Haury, Kathy Duhon and Jon Greene, Jeff Kristeller, Perri Klass, Ann Pongracz, Wendy Krasner, Steve Yokun, Mark Miller, Laurie Downing, Gil Marin, Steve Beers, and a baby's arm holding an apple. I'm afraid further efforts may dislodge a few more identities... [I reluctantly add for those who knew Bill Charron and Joe Garza, that they are both dead.] (11) I'd rather be reincarnated as 3 Sac, 'cause that's where Damon made his biscuits, where Bill Charron made his yogurt, where Joe Garza lived, where Steve Schenker did his physics problem sets in front of the TV, where Sharon Cole played her Minnie Ripperton and Phoebe Snow records, where the winner-take-all weekend-busting poker game was held, where the table hockey challenges and water fights were fought, where the dart board hung, where the communal fires were and last but not least, where the beer was stored. 382 Central Street, Acton, MA 01720, 508-635-0049, firstname.lastname@example.org
Craig S. Butler (1976-1977): Simply fab to get the inaugural issue of JHEM: lots of flashbacks (whoa, duck!), I mean, reminiscences of the three semesters I spent at the Coop ('05: 76-77). Thrilled to hear from Gus Yates (who sewed his own tents and would head off to Baxter State Park in the middle of winter for hiking solo), Diana Borden, Tom Arnold , Rich Parker (who has now added Latin to his Thai and Mandarin). I visited a couple years back with my family at the invitation of a student Anais Teupker (1993-1996) and toured the joint. Disappointed that the roof access of '05 was sealed. Many a balmy evening was spent there taking in the stream of life that surged to and fro on Mass Ave. Once sat transfixed for a half-hour watching Brother Blue commiserate exuberantly with a fellow who had somehow run his car up on the concrete median. Painted the fender of my first car up there. The back fire escape was always a favorite, and the usual way back to the room after volleyball. A quick shower and off to Hilles to catch a few zzzs. I do seem to remember a party... Theme rooms--mine, window open to the frigid winter night, snuggling under several sleeping bags to gaze upon the peel-and-stick glow constellations above, John Abercrombie on the headphones. The upstairs bathroom at '05--very snazzy when I last saw it (the kids were tickled by the see-through curtains)--was a finger painting studio. The normal array of intoxicants; somebody streaking down Mass Ave.; very quiet, bare and elegant in Mark Miller's room. After graduation, I wandered: built a house with Jon Greene (at 20 a budding master); followed my kung fu teacher to California while auditing Chinese at U.C. Davis; returned to Vermont several months later with my dog Lieu, delusioned (the teacher divorced his wife months after she gave birth to their first, finding new joy with a 17 yr. old high school senior) and poor; finally saved the money working in a bakery to pay for a ticket to Taiwan, where I lived for four years (language, travel, martial arts, regular employment, marriage). I remember a fun visit from Peyton Smisson. Introduced to my Chinese tutor by Judy (now Prof. Judith) Zeitlin ('05, '77?), who preceded me by a year or so and returned for another brief visit before grad school. Spent six years in grad school before getting the call to return to Harvard: now teaching the same courses (Chinese Ba and Bb) I took 20+ years ago, in Vanserg!, that guided me on the path to the world of the Chinese. The ground floor of Vanserg is also where son Daniel (now 7 and three-quarters) and Per Klass's ('78?) daughter were mates in the Red Door Room. Just days ago, Shiuan (18) was ritually eased from the nest as a first-year at BU. Finally, free parking for Red Sox games! email@example.com, (617) 484-8559
Emily Alice Kane (1977-1978): the co-op poll: (1) Emily Alice Kane. (2) 41. (3) physician (Naturopathic Doctor, Licensed Acupuncturest). (4) swimming in ocean, building a tree house. (5) only eat wild, fresh. (6) Yes, bulk food. (7) 1977-1978. (8) left of center, tolerant to most except racists and fundamentalists. (8) I vote and give money to N.O.W. and Sierra Club. (9) No, I live in Alaska. (11) the little one. 418 Harris St., #329, Jeneau, AK 99801
Zina Merkin (1977-1980): By the way, I'll be in Boston for the Association of American Geographers conference March 25-29, and will be sure to stop by and say hello. I had the keynote speaker, John Stilgoe, to dinner at the house in 1977 or 78, near the beginning of his career at Harvard. He was fascinated by the place. ZMERKI1@UKCC.UKY.EDU
Nancy Sinkoff (1977-1981): I confess that I was (blitheringly) moved by your first issue of the Journal for High Energy Metaphysics... Has anyone mentioned the nickname for the coop: the cudley do-op (as in doo-wop). You haven't lived until you have sweated the whole night away to Gloria Gaynor's "You're a Honeybee." Trust me.
Mark Brissenden (1979): the co-op poll: (1) Mark Brissenden. (2) 40. (3) software engineer/ blue grass fiddler (double career). (4) hiking in a dry climate overlooking water. (5) no, I like the tast of meat too much. (6) President of my 4-unit condo Home Owners Association! (7) 1979. (8) main-stream democrat. (9) WFA (World Federalist Association) - a U.N. advocacy group. (10) yes. (11) Although I've lived in 3 Sac, I've always had a special affection for '05, because that's where José Sanchez (who claimed to be the least competitive person at Harvard) and I used to practice music. 2429 Spruce St, Apt 4, Boulder, CO 80302
James Stodder (1980-1981): I was at the co-op for just a year (1980-81) but it was one of the best of my life, and a well-supported "soft-landing" back into academic space after a 10-year absence not of my own choosing. I am still sometimes in touch with several co-opers from that year: the hilarious and psycho-dramatic Joanie Filler, that deep spring Matt Evangelista, that polymathic rocker Andy Fox, and the world-conqueror himself, Vladimir Klimenko. I may be a practicing economist, and at a business school no less, but I still try to live and breathe some of that old co-op spirit. 237 Old South, Litchfield CT 06759, (860)567-1074, firstname.lastname@example.org
Laura Wharton (1981-83): After graduation I worked for about six months in New York, moved to Israel, joined the Israeli Army (in which I served for two years), and became a member of Kibbutz Kfar Blum (in the Upper Galilee) on which I lived for about twelve years. On the kibbutz I did all kind of things -- worked in the orchards, taught mathematics in the regional high school, was a counselor to high school age kids, and then became the kibbutz' work and service manager. I also married a kibbutznik and had an adorable daughter named Timna, who is now three years old. About two years ago we left the kibbutz and moved to Jerusalem, though I'm still kind of hoping to further the cause of socialism. At this point I'd be satisfied just to see the infamous Bibi Netanyahu thrown out of office by his ear, and am doing my best to see that that happen. In addition, I'm working at a center at Hebrew University for international relations and am trying to finish up a master's degree. Any visitors in the Middle East are welcome to stop by or give a call. 22 Shachar St, Jerusalem 96263, Israel, 972 (2) 651-9985, email@example.com
Elizabeth Ferry (1981-1984): I recently sat down and read the "Journal" from cover to cover. Thanks for putting it together. It brings back good memories and a sense of kindred spirits. I live in a cooperative household of 2 people and 3 cats in Vermont. I work in land conservation, write, and garden. This Spring I taught a short course on land and theology at a local seminary. Increasingly I find that open land and *space* are my church. This winter I hope to write a series of essays called "Reading the Land", which will have a philosophical and spiritual bent. I don't have any whacky party stories. I just remember wonderful dance parties that we used to have in the dining room... A whacky kitchen story, though: passing through the kitchen at 5:45, the finishing touches going into the spaghetti sauce according to the coin. (Remember flipping the coin??) Included was peppermint tea. God knows what else. It tasted fine, though. I remember the coop so fondly, including an enchanted broccoli forest that Sara Putnam made for my birthday. I have kept in touch with Claire Calcagno (1983-84) who is studying maritime archeology at Oxford. I visited former fellow tutor Lilian Alvarez deTesta in France in 1989. She's back in Mexico now, teaching at the University, I think. the co-op poll: (1) Elizabeth Ferry. (2) 40. (3) land conservation consultant. (4) Carving (sculpting) stone and casting metal in metaphysical shapes. (5) yes. (6) yes. (7) 1981-1984 (tutor while at the Divinity School). (8) Thoroughly disenchanted. (9) no. (10) Definitely. I look forward to the reunion. So many good people to be with again! (11) '05 for its backyard. RFD #2, Box 116A S. Royalton, Vermont 05068,EWFerry@AOL.com
Atau Tanaka (1982-1985): http://zeep.com/atau, http://zeep.com/sensorband, firstname.lastname@example.org
Mitsu Hadeishi (1984-1987): Hey! Got your newsletter in the mail. I lived at the Coop 1984-85 and again in 1986-87 (I took a year off to go to UC Berkeley). My wife Susan Chow also lived at the Coop with me (she had just graduated from Berkeley the previous fall and came to live with me for my spring term, though she wasn't a Harvard student) during the spring and summer of 1987. I was there when Eva Thaddeus and Kathleen Walker painted the "Institute for High-Energy Metaphysics" sign (I was the lazy bystander who told them the first sign wasn't very well centered, so they painted another one, and we put it up in front of the blue house---later, I guess someone found the other sign and stuck it up over the other house...) the co-op poll: (1) My name is Mitsuharu "Mits" or "Mitsu" Hadeishi. (2) 32. (3) At the moment, I'm a multimedia/Internet software developer, trying to build a cool fun community working environment. Check out our company home page. . Check out another cool fun page we made. (4) I dream about building an even cooler fun community working environment for myself and my loved ones and my friends. I dream about being able to help more people achieve their full potential and their dreams in life, including but not focused only on myself. (5) I stopped eating mammals when I was in 10th grade, and have never eaten a mammal or any part of a mammal knowingly since. However, I don't have much sympathy for chickens. So I eat them. I was inspired by Thoreau, who said, "Eating beef might not be so great, but I don't think eating fish is so bad." Or something like that. Look it up. (6) I'm far too disorganized and have far too weird a schedule to live cooperatively as I did when I lived at the Coop, but I'm certainly still actively involved in promoting cooperative work and societal arrangements. At the moment I'm involved in a partnership which does not live together but works together, using the Internet as a means by which we keep in social and professional contact (in addition to "real life" meetings and gatherings). We are trying to build a more human, more efficient, more satisfying way to do business, to work in the world. (7) 1984-85 and again in 86-87. (8) There's no name to describe my politics---it's unique. But basically, I believe in what you might call the politics of paradox: I believe that most political philosophies attempt to simplify the world into just a few dimensions, or just one dimension---I believe that the way to deal with things is to accept the paradoxical nature of the world, which usually means dealing with the fact that there are almost always multiple different factors which are seemingly contradictory. That can mean compromise, but what it can also mean is a clever solution that combines the best of all worlds. I believe that the highest good is something elusive, which you might call Quality, which cannot be named, pinned down, or simplified into a formula. In this I would say I am following in the footsteps of Christopher Alexander. I believe in maximizing QWAN: Quality Without A Name. (9) To me, I'm always trying to help promote and build an altnerative to the traditional authority structures that inform most businesses. Instead, we're trying a different structure, trying to encourage quality, encourage people fulfilling their life dreams. Rather than resisting evil, as it were, we're trying to help build the good. (I'm surprised that there's no question here about spiritual/philosophical development, so I'll add my own question here.) Just as I did while at the Co-op, I am still involved heavily in my own spiritual process. I've been studying Dzogchen and Taoism with a great, down to earth, plain speaking American teacher based in the Bay Area. I also still do non-violent martial arts (Shintaido), when I can. (10) Yes, I didn't go to my own 10th class reunion because, when looking over the list of people who were going, I didn't read a single name of anyone I knew. A Co-op Reunion would certainly attract far more people I care about, and it would be well worth the plane fare. (11) I would be reincarnated as both at once, since I believe the two houses are inextricably interlinked, forever. email@example.com
Judd Kruger Levingston (1985-1986): the co-op poll: (1) Judd Kruger Levingston. (2) 33. (3) rabbi, school principal. (4) long bicycle rides in NW Connecticut, hiking, sleeping. (5) mostly. (6) We own a building in a co-operative (New York style, that is: co-op instead of condo...) and I serve on its board. (7) 85-86 school year and summer '86. (8) left but not radical. (9) mostly through my synagogue. (10) probably unable to make it. (11) reincarnated as neither, but as Stereo Jack's which I saw open and close every day from my glroious dormer window on the upper floor of 1705 Mass Ave. 3080 Broadway, New York, NY 10027, 212.678.8824, JuLevingston@JTSA.edu
David Franklin (1985-1987): My name is David Franklin. I majored in Shintaido with a minor in Chinese language and culture, although Harvard's records may show that I majored in something called "Anthropology." Since life has been much too complicated to describe in coherent prose, I hope you'll accept short descriptive words and phrases: China. Japan. Waterfall. Shintaido instructor certification. San Francisco. Watertown. Acupunture school. AIDS Care Project. Art. Drawing. Greece. Sculpture. Video art. Performance art. Mobius, Boston's artist-run center for experimental art in all media. Artezan theatre. The Heckler. Allston. Rugg Road. Pan-a. Video production. Continental Cablevision, a.k.a. Media One. Artists' loft. Keg parties. Performance art events. Dance Complex. Shintaido classes. Democracy. The Democracy Machine. Neovoxer, a neo-mytho-poetic-erotic epic butoh/kung-fu action film. A 1968 Cadillac Ambulance. Shiatsu. Shiatsu school... My apocryphal dinner story (except it is not apocryphal because I personally witnessed it): André Dryansky, who was here from about 1984-1986-ish, though I severely doubt you'll ever be able to track him down, was either loved or despised or tolerated by most co-opers. He was not very cooperative, but his peculiar charm led some to perceive his devil-may-care attitude as the sign of a liberated soul rather than the non-justification for arrogance and laziness that others perceived it as. In either case, he didn't do many chores and when he was finally prevailed upon to cook dinner one night, his gypsy ancestry took over and he made Hungarian goulash. You must understand -- this was a guy who, living in Canaday freshman year, cleared absolutely everything out of his and his roommates' common room in the dorm in order to direct a production of Sartre's No Exit in there. It was on the first floor, but the audience were led to sit in chairs around the edge of the room while the action took place in the middle and the door to the outside was the actors' stage door. He had a set and everything-- antique wooden chairs and tables he "borrowed" from somewhere. André enthusiastically prevailed upon me to come, virtually insisting that it was essential that I be in the audience and how great and incredible the drama would be. I knew nothing about Sartre, and also Andre neglected to mention that the whole thing would be in french of which I understood not a word. So I was trapped in this small airless room with no escape while these incredibly sophisticated fellow frosh-people droned on for hours in an incomprehensible language. Fortunately I was able to lean my head back against the wall and fall asleep, snoring audibly... ah sweet unconcious revenge... So when Andre cooked goulash, instead of making various side dishes or salad or anything else to go with, he just made goulash. About 12 or 14 bowls of it lined up on the serving table. They were of varying degrees of spiciness, so we could have "freedom of choice." The least spicy one was just a bowl of warm water with one or two limp pieces of zuccini and tomato floating in it. No paprika in it at all. All twelve or so bowls had signs indicating how they were - ranging from things like "impotent", "insipid", and "tasteless" through "mildly worthwhile" and on up the spicy scale. "Authentic" was somewhere near the top. But beyond that lay bowls red with paprika that were labeled "palette scorching", "incediary", and "infernal." I think the one at the top was something like "super thermo-nuclear" and it was just a little piece of vegetable material in an entire bowl of paprika. Typically, some people were furios because only a small portion of these concoctions were edible (not enough for 30 people), and it was a huge waste of expensive paprika ta boot! Others thought it was hilarious and a work of art. "At least it's vegetarian" said Andre, "what are you complaining about?" Will the food wars never end? PO Box 374, Allston, MA 02134, Gumbysan@aol.com [editor's note: Incidentally the food wars have pretty much ended with victory for vegetarians, although during the summer when many "non-standard" co-opers move in, meat has a tendencey to rear it's ugly head inciting much hand-wringing from the old guard. David's dinner story reminds me of one from two years ago. One night about ten minutes before dinner was to be served it was discovered that cook's ass (salad and desert) had not been done, The points chart was checked and it turned out that Dumi Banda, a long-time co-oper was signed up for the job. It was spring of his senior year and like many senior co-opers he was having difficulty keeping up with the co-ops strenuous job responsiblities. Somebody called him up to tell him of his forgotton responsibility. Dumi came over from '05 and gathered up some oranges, apples and bananas cut them up in half, and neglecting to peel them threw them in a bowl and put them out for dinner. Salad and desert in one- how economical! Ever since then, whenever someone forgets to cook desert or does a less than satisfactory job, the famous "The Dumi Fruit Salad" story is reverently told. How can you forget looking in a salad bowl and seeing half of an un-peeled banana? Perhaps he had read the Anarcists Cookbook and hoped to keep the psychedelic properties of banana peels in his desert.]
Evan Glenn Anaiscourt (Orenstein) (1985-1988): Thanks a lot for the awesome newsletter! I'm married to Dawn Anaiscourt '88. Her maiden name is Dawn Duckett, so folks who know her from college probably would know her by that name. I also changed my name when we got married - in college my name was Glenn Orenstein, so people probably know me by that name who know me from college. the co-op poll: (1) Glenn Anaiscourt. (2) 32. (3) MBA Student. (4) I dream about running my own show - something that stands on its own (not dependent on outside funding) and which exists no more solely for profit than we exist solely for food. (5) I was a vegetarian for 6 years (became one at the coop). When I joined the Peace Corps, they told me that given my assignment, I would have to eat meat or not go. In the Gabonese interior, the diet consists largely of meat and starches, and volunteers who went vegetarian generally became anaemic. Haven't been able to wean myself off meat entirely since returning last July. (6) Not still involved in cooperative living or purchasing - option's not really there at this time for me. (7) Lived in the Co-op from 1985-1988. (8) Politically, I describe myself as essentially apolitical. (9) I am involved with a relatively new student group called the Students for Responsible Business (SRB), and will probably be a member of Business for Social Responsibility (BSR) after I graduate. (10) I'm really hoping to come to the 40th. in June. I don't want to make promises I can't keep, but I'm basically planning to come. (11) I'd prefer to be incarnated as the main house with the kitchen. I lived in them both, and while I have many fond memories of the other one, especially looking out the back at a snowfall from that marble desk in the little room I was living in, crawling into my tent/loft/bed, and getting onion pizzas and baklava at the Greek pizza place across the street, the main building just has more life and more of a sense of community. 3175 S Sepulveda Blvd., #203, Los Angeles, CA 90034, firstname.lastname@example.org du
Claudia Brett Goldin (1985-1989): I was ecstatic to receive the Journal today. Immediately upon retrieving it from the mailbox, I sat down to a traditional co-op feast of chips, hot sauce and a beer, and began devouring the news. I see Charlie Zender (mid to late 1980's) in Boulder, Colorado quite frequently. He and his wife Robynn had a wonderful Colorado wedding this summer. Bride and groom arrived for the processional on horseback! I saw Michael Farzan and Peter Balogh there (nice surprise). I'm also in touch with or recently in touch with) Justine Henning, Elisabeth Sperling, Lisa Brailey (She has the best ears!), Denise Calprice, and David Cooper (who, coincidentally, grew up with my husband and is a close family friend). I read and enjoyed Eva Thaddeus' Steps of the Sun- it was fun to read about the co-op and other places from her perspective... Life is full and good. And now that I have made the mailing list of the Journal it is even better. I often tell people that I didn't really go to Harvard - I "went to" the co,op. I asked my toddler what he wanted to tell the co-op. He said, "Co-op up!" the co-op poll: (1) Claudia Brett Goldin. (2) 30 (The woman cutting my hair found one gray hair and my husband found another, but really at heart I am still only 19, Justine!). (3) attorney for the Colorado State Public Defender. Recently retreated from trial work into the more hermit-like world of criminal appeals. But I will emerge from my windowless office one day! (4) winning the lottery, and then taking an extended world vacation accompanied by my family, a nanny, and a friend for the nanny. (I bought a ticket today, so we'll see!!!) (5) no. (6) Well, I've turned to the strangely traditional nuclear-family type "cooperative living" for now. I still cook up a vegetarian curry stir-fry on occasion out of nostalgia. My husband specializes in gourmet vegetable dishes (heavy on the butter) and grilled anything. And my toddler prefers to cook eggies or 'roni. (7) 1985-1988 (and 1 month in 1989- january), (8) Leftist (and left-handed and left-brained. (9) Well, I am a public defender. Depending on how you look at it, that's political action of some sort. I'm going to be serving on the Mayor's Commission on Child Care this week. I've started going to Democratic Party meetings. (In my precint the Democrats are still quite left of center, believe it or not.) I hope to do more in the future when I'm not so busy with trips to the zoo, playground and changing table. (10) Unfortunately, I will have to miss it. (11) It would have to be 3 Sac - my reincarnated self simply must include a kitchen!!
John Fellas (1986-1988): I just this minute received the Alumni mailing. I was the tutor between 1986 to 1988 living in 3 Sac. Is there still a tutor? I always felt that the post was a little redundant, and that I was the one who needed more guidance than my supposed tutees. I doubt things have changed. fellas@HUGHESHUBBARD.COM
Mirka Negroni (1987): I can't thank you enough for bringing some sunshine to this foggy San Francisco day. I LOVED GETTING THE JOURNAL. For those of us who have chosen an alternate path sometimes the only experience at Harvard I can say that I honestly enjoyed (other then the stuff put on by Radcliffe) was the semester I spent at Dudley Co-op. I didn't find the place until second semester senior year (Spring of 87 and only because my off-campus situation fell through. But I tell you it was the best time ever and thanks to the journal I get to find some of those crazy people again. If you haven't seen Peter Balogh's yearbook please be sure to ask him for one. It was a trip and there's a million good stories in there including the time someone mistook the mop for the dog... the co-op poll: (1 and 2) My name is Mirka Negroni, am 32 and proud of it. (3) I work at the International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission (Check out our website at http://www.iglhrc.org/) working with groups in Latin America and the Spanish speaking Caribbean monitoring, documenting and mobilizing responses to human rights violations on the basis of HIV/AIDS sero-status, sexual orientation and gender identity. (4) When I am working I dream about being just about anywhere with my life partner Alejandra who lives in Tepotzlan, Morelos, Mexico (how nineties can you get a lesbian commuter marriage and we both work for nonprofits can you say CRAZY) (5) I eat seafood but no red meat, pork, chicken or turkey. (6) I live alone and HATE IT. (7) I lived in the Co-op the Spring of 1987. (8) Radical. (9) Aside from my work I am involved in organizing around latina lesbian issues locally here in San Francisco. (10) I SURE HOPE SO!!! (11) I would want to come back as 3 Sac for sure. Program Associate, International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission, 1360 Mission St., Ste. 200 San Francisco, CA 94103, 415-255-8680, email@example.com
Tracy Brown (Brownbeck) (1987): It's amazing, I only lived in Dudley House for a semester and a summer (Spring, Summer 1987), but it's amazing how the experience affected my life. I had been in Brazil for a semester, didn't bother to let Leverett House know I was coming back and was booted out into the street. I got a horrible au pair position with an attorney for the Church of Scientology and his wife, who hated each other. After two miserable months, I got thrown out of their house the night before my Moral Reasoning final. I already had a spot at Dudley House for the next semester, being my only savior. I think it was Peter that I called, begging him to let me move in early. Needless to say, I spent my finals period sleeping in the Coop living room and in Jonathan's little bedroom in the house on Mass Ave. I spent my Spring semester hermetted in the little attic room writing my thesis, and my final summer in Massachusetts in the great big air-conditioned room on the second floor. I didn't quite fit in, being neither a hippie nor a veggie, but I was welcomed into Dudley House like nowhere before. I still tell my friends about when I lived at a coop, what a great experience it was. And knowing that, even ten years later, I can show up and ask to sleep in the living room and I will still be welcome! Thank you, Dudley House. the co-op poll: (1) Tracy Brown (Brownback). (2) 31 (1/3/66). (3) Emergency Veterinarian. (4) Traveling back to Brazil, re-visiting Boston, a trip to Italy... (5) Are you kidding??? I'm from Chicago! (6) Well, with my pre-med boyfriend, my roomate, our three dogs, five cats, and two parrots, I guess I would call that coop living. (7) I was at the coop Spring/Summer 1997. (8) Hard core Democrat. (9) Unfortunately, no. I keep on meaning to do some kind of community service but have only been out of vet school for two years and haven't gotten myself quite enough settled down to commit to something. (10) It sounds fun! Maybe, if my boyfriend gets in to Harvard Medical School next year. (11) The one on Mass Ave. I grew up in a yellow victorian house. DrTracyB@aol.com
David Berkoff (1987-1989): Question: Is Dusty-- the mean and horrible cat-- still around? He must be old now if he is. I believe I was the only person he did not bite or scratch. Is Harvard still trying to close the Co-op down citing some sort of progressive reason, like perhaps opening a new alumni association or building a nice super-hotel for the rich and famous donors?... I have changed a bit adapting to the surroundings that have become home. In 1992 I moved to Montana and started doing Montana things: stop my vegetarianism, eat meat, hunt fish, hike, mountain bike, etc. I married a local woman here, finished a Master's degree and I am a semester away from a law degree and a job with a larger firm here in town- defense work mostly. We bought a house and are like every other American family-- in debt... Even with the changes in my typical sellout lifestyle I did enjoy living in the co-op very much and really miss those days. I remember when I moved in I was finally happy at Harvard. My mother almost cried... Keep the news coming. I should be in Cambridge in June. firstname.lastname@example.org
Lisa Brailey (1987-1989): the co-op poll: (1) Lisa Brailey. (2) 34. (3) medical student. (4) Painting sidewalks. (5) no. (6) no. (7) 1987-1989. (8) can't say. (9) can't say. (10) yes. (11) '05.` 53 Maplewood Ave, W Hartford, CT 06119-1630
Marta Taylor (1991-1992): Don't feel bad [that I've written this on] notebook paper-- I didn't respond to the Harvard Alumni request for biographical info at all (5th year reunion). the co-op poll: (1) Marta Taylor. (2) 26. (3) I will become a doctor officially June 1998, specializing in otolaryngology (it's much more interesting than it sounds). (4) Sleeping in the sun. (5) I am still a vegetarian. (6) I have lived cooperatively with friends in med school. (7) 1991-1992. (8) politically bleeding-heart liberal. (9) No- I am involved in my medical training, eating, sleeping, but hope to use my position and knowledge in the future. (10) I might actually make it to the co-op in June 1998! (11) I would be reincarnated as 3 Sac.
Pleun Clara Bouricius (1991-1993): Thanks for the journal. So often a plan like that never comes to fruition. Good for you. It's nice to be in touch. Now am I an alum, as an ex-tutor? I finally got my PhD this past spring. This for those of you who thought I would never make it. I took a long and adventurous trip through Labrador and Newfoundland to celebrate. Next spring, I will be turning 40 with the co-op. So enlist my help if you need it. I will be teaching at history and lit this year, so any co-opers who want to get in touch for any tutorial assistance, you can find me there on weds and thurs each week. I still live happily in Plainfield Mass, though no longer in a chicken coop. I have graduated to above a garage. Advantage: no neighbors. how uncommunal. telfax (413) 634-2250, po box 41, plainfield ma 01070, email@example.com
Elena O'Malley (1991-1994): I walked by '05 a few weeks past and was pleased to see Irie was still hanging out in the garden. Tell her to give everyone hell for me, and to bite anyone who tries to tie-dye her. the co-op poll: (1) My name is Elena O'Malley. (2) I'm nearly a quarter-century old. (Sounds so much better than: 24) (3) I occupy my time by being a grad student in library and information sciences at Simmons up in Boston and by being a reference librarian at Cambridge Public Library. My main occupation now is watching TV, to be honest. It's my pseudo-summer vacation. (4) While at work, I generally dream about doing all the work I don't currently have time to do. I sincerely enjoy my job, except when some patron is abusive to me or a co-worker. Then I dream about taking said abusive patron up to the mountaintop, showing them all the world and saying "Be patient, my son/daughter. All the secrets of the universe will be yours if you will just _wait a goddamn minute_." (5) I've been a vegetarian since I was twelve, but I enjoy grinding the beans for my coffee. (I guess it's a kind of transfer of agression.) (6) I have three apartmentmates, and one is a friend I frequently share dinner with, but that's not exactly co-op living. (8) I try to avoid describing myself politically. Usually somewhere left of Attila the Hun, which distinguishes me from some of my relatives. (9) I'm not much into social and political action, although my parents live in community at the Crossroads Shelter (for families) and Social Justice Center in Green Bay, WI. They frequently need community members, if anyone is interesting, let me know and I've send contact info. (They are privately funded, spiritual but not affiliated with any specific religion, and let people stay as long as they need to -- very cool people.) Myself, I take Intellectual Freedom issues in libraries pretty seriously, and I volunteer at Recording for the Blind & Dyslexic (which I recommend if you want to do good but are anti-social). (10) I would definitely like to come to the 40th. If I'm still around, or can afford to travel, I'll be there. I might even volunteer to do Kitchen Cleanup. (My version of that used to put the fear of God, or at least Elena, into fellow co-oper's hearts. Yep, I was one of the really weird ones.) (11) I would prefer to be reincarnated as Irie, rather than one of the houses. Actually, I'd prefer to be Dusty, but I heard he's dead, which makes the reincarnation process really complicated. 102 Line St. Apt. 1, Somerville, MA 02143, 617-491-4487, firstname.lastname@example.org
Becca Braun (1992-1994): It was great to read about co-op days of old -- seems like a lot of nostalgia, but I guess nostalgia's not a crime. I live several hours by plane from the nearest Harvard Club, which is fine by me. I recommend Alaska for those looking to escape! My post-graduation summer job here turned into 3 1/2 years now. I'm teaching high school science and math (and hating it) and am up to my neck in political activism fighting the rednecked buffoons that run this state. I may be in Boston in June. I'd love to see everyone. the co-op poll: (1) Becca Braun. (2) 26. (3) currently teacher, would-be writer (occupations change frequently) (4) sleeping, eating, sun, (it is Jan. 5 in Alaska) (5) mildly (mostly) (6) yes. (7) 1992-1994. (8) active and pissed off. (9) yes-- pro-choice in Alaska and environmental stuff. (10) yes-- my grandmother is turning 90 so I am honorbound to be in Boston in June. (11) Mel the cat. 536 Park St. B, Juneau, AK 99801, email@example.com
Margaret McCauley (1993-1995) and Suresh Chanmugam (1994-1995): We are still "dating" 3 years after meeting at the co-op. We spent the last two years living together in Manhattan. Molly was working for the New York City Parks department as an Urban Ecologist and Suresh was doing computer stuff at Arthur Anderson. We enjoyed visits from several non-NY co-op alumni including J. Scott Curry, Heather Haxo Phillips, Naoka Carey, and Rachel Coleman. None of them were able to aid our futile attempts to grow cilantro and Thai basil on the window sill. Perhaps the co-op can mail us a small package of compost. Molly is now in Seattle working on a masters at U. of Washington. Be sure to check up the progress on her thesis at: http://weber.u.washington.edu/~mccauley/ She has reported numerous sightings of former co-opers who now live in the pacific northwest such as Henry Ngyuen and Noah Albert. Suresh is busy working now at one of those "Sillicon Alley" internet startups and is busy trying to figure out a way to concince his new employer to let him telecommute from Seattle so he can be closer to Molly (awwww). Visit him online at: http://www.suresh.com... We're looking forward to the co-op 40 year reunion. Drop us a line if you know of any good residential co-ops in the Seattle area, especially ones with high speed internet access. Margaret McCauley, 423 West Mercer Hall, 1009 NE Pacific St., Seattle, WA, 98105, firstname.lastname@example.org, 206 934-5233 Suresh Chanmugam, 795 Lexington Ave, #4R, NY, NY, 10021, email@example.com, 212 753-3759
Hilary Grubb (1996): the co-op poll: (1) Hilary Maia Grubb. (2) 23. (3) student at UC Berkeley in Interdisciplinary Field Studies: (?!), Brain and Behavioral Studies. (4) Rock climbing, diving, dancing. (5) politically yes (I eat meat very occasionally.) (6) yes. (7) fall 1996. (8) populist-anarchist-hilaryist. (9) queer activism, safer sex education, environmental protection. (10) yes. (11) '05 without the cats (I'm allergic.) 2709 Dwight Way #4, Berkely, CA 94704
Jeremy Rutman (to wasted to remember): Remember the Super-Naked RockNRoll Drug Orgy Finals Study-Dinner? We slipped an ampule of phenyl-dichlorobenzylate into the ventilation system to start things off - meanwhile everyone was getting totally super-naked and studying like crazy. We had a single Zan-Dog (fried carrot) for dinner and that band the Magnetic Noachide Basement Space-Jammers busted out into the Zen-Den in their reflective mylar habitat-suits and commenced to ripping into a James Brown- Cranberries-LedZep-EllaFitzgerald fusion rocker with their electronic dowsing-rods and an array of UHF tone-generators. I was getting looped from all the undovertones so I stepped outside just before Darryl crashed the shuttle bus through the side of 3 Sac, pouring out a phalanx of design students and that guy who teaches the octo-lingual course in just 3 weeks. Me and Nick Cage split a bottle of Robitussin DM (all symptom relief) and climbed onto the roof with AnaisNin, Nitochka, and a grand administrator, who by this time was utterly smashed on one of our homebrew cultures of dandelion wine, foot fungus, stale bread, compressed compost, spirulina, echinacea, cheez-doodles, nachos, and potato(e)s. Daniel the Maniel was floating in the fish-tub taking pics of the goldfish quietly nibbling his toes, Tracery was muggin down with rachel x and a sentient purple plastic Barney Blow-up doll in the hedon's hall, Dave q. had installed an industrial sewing machine on his wall and was making everyone sturdy backpacks, YuriGagarin had grown a full beard and was a beloved cosmonaut, FDA Chairman kessler and romy rimer and satochka winzanskotopopoulis and margaret and becca and rachel z. had gathered round and were telling each others astrolo-tarot-palm-ching-agrams, BillEric and J. Nolan Ryan were doing cocoa/fenugreek depth-charges in the pantry amidst a cloud of sifted, unbleached flour that yermo the donkey-pup was kickin up and I like totally aced all my finals, man... I am going to israel in 5 days for gradskule at the technion for solar shit like totally, man. firstname.lastname@example.org
Susan Gray (?): I am delighted that the coop finally has some sort of a system for keeping track of its own. The years I spent there were so great! I live in San Francisco, and married my husband Duncan in February after two years of transcontinental back and forth. I just bought my own copy of Beard on Bread, not that I make all that much bread these days, but more to reminisce about all the recipes that I made so often at the coop. Here in SF it's almost cheaper to eat out than to cook, so I'm still eating the things I did in my coop days (ie cottage cheese, dried apricots, chips and salsa)... I miss the graffiti in the bathrooms... I see J. Scott Curry sometimes. He's still making the meanest vodka kool-aid drinks around. email@example.com (write anybody!)
Naoka Carey (?): I'm currently temping in San Fran while I apply to grad school (Education and Social W) and plan trips to far off places (next up is Costa Rica). Former summer co-oper Mike Reddy sends hello also -- he's here at Berkeley and we're still wooing each other from time to time. If I don't make the reunion have a wonderful time! firstname.lastname@example.org
Bill Ong (?): the co-op poll: (1) Bill Ong. (2) I don't like lying, but I don't want to tell the truth. (3) Subway sandwich artist. (4) eating. (5) no, a carnivore. (6) me hermit. (7) good years. (8) I prefer to describe myself rudely. (9) yes, shhh, ps ps ps. (10) definitely. (11) Nicks Beef and Beer. (Editors Note: Times are changing- It is now Nicks American Restaurant. For nostalgia purposes Heather Haxo Phillips stole an 'E' from the old sign and it now hangs proudly in our dining room.) 2221 Fairfax St, Denver, CO, 80207
Dove Scherr (?): The biggest things that have happened to me since having left the co-op are finding my partner Nathan Hunt and getting cancer. The cancer looks like it's been beated; and I'm still with Nathan... I enjoy listening to co-op alum (early 1980's) Amy Goodman's radio show "Democracy Now" whenever I get the chance. the co-op poll (1) Dove Scherr (Editor: please note, this does not save Dave!) (2) 36. (3) structural engineer. (4) I dreamed about quitting my job, which I did last friday, so I'll no longer dream at work. (5) I'm a "cockroach vegetarian" which means that I don't cook meat in my house because I am convinced it attracts cockroaches. (6) I was president of a housing cooperative for low and middle class income people in Berkeley until recently when I moved to San Francisco. (7) ? (8) leftist and feminist. (9) I just returned from Guatemala where I am helping to make a documentary on recently demobilized women guerrilla combatants; and I am trying to design a foot bridge over a river for an isolated cooperative in Nicaragua. (10) no. (11) I liked 3 Sac better that '05. 823 Cortland Ave, San Francisco, CA 94110-5630
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