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...factions of expression. But this, of course, was not always the case. Last weekend, the Wasserman Forum presented a talk titled, “Losing the Revolution: A discussion on the loss of seditious potential when avant-garde art and rock music stopped sleeping in the same bed.” Although the discussion itself quickly degenerated into anti-war proselytizing and reminiscence about the good old days of 1968, the topic of discussion broaches an important question in the context of pop culture...
...represented the rejection of love and beauty; supporting the war would mean that one was unable to critically question the goings-on of the outside world. Avant-garde art and music literally began sleeping together. John Lennon and Fluxus artist Yoko Ono’s famous bed-in, followed by their erection of billboards in cities around the world reading “WAR IS OVER” epitomized the joint efforts of the musical and artistic communities in to effect social and political upheaval...
...weird girl I don’t really know who lives upstairs probably won’t mind if I crawl into bed with...
...magazine was put to bed early Thursday mornings long after the daily paper staff had gone to bed. The resulting fatigued focus on getting things done efficiently has served me well in later life, but the schedule trashed my grades in Thursday morning classes. I doubt I missed anything in those courses to rival what the magazine brought: friendships, laughter, a satisfying sense of growing something lasting from the embryonic magazine we’d inherited and discovering you really can get a buzz from mixing Coca-Cola and aspirin in large doses...
...that first issue, the three of us worked way past the time the paper had been put to bed. I discovered that Melanie R. Williams ’91, extraordinarily, could keep talking through the night. She chattered about future stories and her hometown in New York, while Dave A. Plotz ’93 and I got wearier and more silent. (Through the year, in desperate moments, Melanie would throw her fist into the air and cry, “Sleep is for the weak...