December 3, 2004
Dear Owl,
At Reed I knew you only at a distance. Never did pat your sculptural feathers.
Did you and Miss Pussy Cat have a good wedding? The honeymoon boat ride was a popular story..with some honey and plenty of money....or a honey comb and a creditr card...
I did read Ursula LeGuin's Cat Wings books to the grandkids. They were your descendants, weren't they?
Graduating a bit later...in 1962 with a two year old daughter who is now 44 years old,
from the Reed, Art Museum School joint program, then
a MSW from PSU. Lots of Reedies I knew finally graduated from PSU.
Happy Hunting!
Suzi
September 30, 2004
His eminence is, sadly, not very communicative when it comes to e-mail.
But even the mention of his name evokes powerful memories and emotions.
I am endlessly amused that he is already a member of more than one Burning Man tribe, as i have very much wanted to place him between the feet of the Man for over a decade now.
But I have not seen my old pal for almost 25 years.
I hope that he remains hale and hearty, given the abuses he has had heaped upon him. When i knew him, he was capable of absorbing a phenomenal amount of abuse and bad behavior and would stoically just shrug it off.
Sturdy, like a rock, yet capable of inspiring imagination and fervor at an almost religious level, so like the Man.
He was a lot to carry around, but you could do it,if you wanted to badly enough. And getting close to him generally involved a phenomenal amount of work, or dumb luck, or both.
Evidence for the power of the Owl is that, in spite of having a huge number of Tribe testimonials that I have needed to write for a while, the addition of the Owl to my collection of tribe-lings is the first one that drove me to create a testimonial.
I still have regrets abotu the Owl - I never got to do what I thought would be one of the great Owl showings of all-time, placing the Owl not on the bottom of the Sports Palace pool, but on the bottom of the pool for the TRIGA nuclear reactor in teh Chem Department. Sure, the owl would have spent the next ten years as the property of the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, but it would have been worth it to see it bathed in that fine blue Cherenkov glow...
