G.A. Minutes 5-29-12

A new person from the alley showed up tonight. A very charming and intelligent woman who didn’t realize that the combination of capitalism and democracy is not mandatory. You can just imagine the discussion that took place. We also started discussing where the tents should be placed. Oh, did I mention that the camp is coming back? Right in the Courtyard? Tents will start going up on Thursday. It will be smaller of course, as the Courtyard is smaller. You should stop by. If you do, you might get the full story.

G.A. Minutes 5-26-12

G.A. Minutes 5-26-12
All our good people are back safe and sound(pretty tired though) from Chicago. They have lots of stories to tell. Apparently, Chicago is the 2nd most militarized city in the world(London is 1st). The Anti NATO rally was reported to have between 8,000 and 15,000 participants. Many incidents of police brutality were witnessed. Beating Occupiers appears to have been very much in fashion across the country over the past 8 months or so. A lot of the mtg consisted of discussion of Chicago politics. There was good hot coffee, gluten free treats and a warm fire on a cool, damp night. Wish you were there.

G.A. Minutes 5-22-12

G.A. Minutes 5-22-12
Mostly work tonight. Everything went very smoothly. All the tables and chairs are moved, lettuce and flowers planted. Urban gardening rocks! We received word that all our people in Chicago are safe and well. There was another big demonstration there today. Of course, the media never reports these things. We’ve got a lot of exciting things coming up. Stay tuned. Better yet, come to the next G.A.(Sat.6pm in the Courtyard).

G.A. Minutes 5-19-12

G.A. Minutes 5-19-12
We made a homemade tarp to protect is from the forecasted rain. Good discussion re: racism and local politics, upcoming benefit to raise $ for our people who will have legal fees because of unwarranted police harassment and the idea to hold an Interdependence Day event some time near the 4th of July. The wind and rain came down, the tarp held. Great mtg.
A shout out to our good people in Chicago. Our minds and spirits are with them.

G.A. Minutes 5/12/12

G.A. Minutes 5/12/12
Mike N. states he has written a letter to the editor of the DNT. We will watch to see if it actually gets printed. A lengthy discussion then takes place re: ways we can protect and improve our meeting and storage places. People accept various tasks to find more information and possible knowledgeable people who would be willing to help us. A beautiful night.

G.A. Minutes 05/08/12

G.A. Minutes 05/08/12
There have been two G.A.s since May Day (5/01). Minutes were not taken at either of these meetings but a good time was had by all.
On 05/08 /12 we discussed our general impressions of our May Day event. It was decided that in spite of an hour or so of unwarranted police harassment, the event was successful and we learned a lot of things we will be able to use in the future. It was also decided that we will organize a benefit to assist several Occupiers with their legal expenses. These expenses were incurred as a result of the police harassment.

Claus and Daws.


The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus
by Ogden Nash

In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.
In school he never led his classes,
He hid old ladies’ reading glasses,
His mouth was open when he chewed,
And elbows to the table glued.
He stole the milk of hungry kittens,
And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE.
He said he acted thus because
There wasn’t any Santa Claus.
Another trick that tickled Jabez
Was crying ‘Boo’ at little babies.
He brushed his teeth, they said in town,
Sideways instead of up and down.
Yet people pardoned every sin,
And viewed his antics with a grin,
Till they were told by Jabez Dawes,
‘There isn’t any Santa Claus!’
Deploring how he did behave,
His parents swiftly sought their grave.
They hurried through the portals pearly,
And Jabez left the funeral early.
Like whooping cough, from child to child,
He sped to spread the rumor wild:
‘Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
There isn’t any Santa Claus!’
Slunk like a weasel of a marten
Through nursery and kindergarten,
Whispering low to every tot,
‘There isn’t any, no there’s not!’
The children wept all Christmas eve
And Jabez chortled up his sleeve.
No infant dared hang up his stocking
For fear of Jabez’ ribald mocking.
He sprawled on his untidy bed,
Fresh malice dancing in his head,
When presently with scalp-a-tingling,
Jabez heard a distant jingling;
He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof
Crisply alighting on the roof.
What good to rise and bar the door?
A shower of soot was on the floor.
What was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
The fireplace full of Santa Claus!
Then Jabez fell upon his knees
With cries of ‘Don’t,’ and ‘Pretty Please.’
He howled, ‘I don’t know where you read it,
But anyhow, I never said it!’
‘Jabez’ replied the angry saint,
‘It isn’t I, it’s you that ain’t.
Although there is a Santa Claus,
There isn’t any Jabez Dawes!’
Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
‘Oh, yes there is, and I am him!
Your magic don’t scare me, it doesn’t’
And suddenly he found he wasn’t!
From grimy feet to grimy locks,
Jabez became a Jack-in-the-box,
An ugly toy with springs unsprung,
Forever sticking out his tongue.
The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
They searched for him, but not with zeal.
No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,
Which led to thunderous applause,
And people drank a loving cup
And went and hung their stockings up.
All you who sneer at Santa Claus,
Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
The saucy boy who mocked the saint.
Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint.