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WeÓNEsdAy, N ovem B er 7, 2001
TI h E CI ac I<AMAS PRiNT
Radio broadcasting class offers hands on experience Chamber
BEN WALKER
Staff Writer
The radio broadcasting class
RB-111 is being offered at
Clackamas again, after taking a
year off. The class is taught by
former Seattle D.J., Alice Nelson.
The two credit class is de
signed to introduce interested
students into the field of radio
broadcasting.
"We are trying to create a set
ting where students can learn,
hands on," said Nelson.
Although this is not the class
to take in order to prepare for a
career in broadcasting, it can be
a way to become familiar with the
basics and make some connec
tions. One student has an intern
ship at Jammin' 95.5.
The class teaches basic tech
niques of broadcasting, and stu-*
"We are trying to
create a setting
where students
can learn hands
on."
Alice Nelson
Broadcasting Instructor
dents are paired up and as
signed to write an approved
script and playlist that would
cover an hour of air time.
Although they do not have the
power to broadcast over the air
waves, during Nov. 26-30 and
Dec. 3-7, they will transmit an au
dio signal Jhat can be received
by the televisions around cam
pus. They will also transmit the
signal through a small portable
radio that will be set up in the
Skylight Dining Room. The mu
sic will be a mix of rock, Top 40
and jazz.
"Although students are
limited to playing music
that they own, I encour
age a flow of music, ca
tering students' wishes
collected in a survey |
done recently," said |
Nelson. Nelson will be I
there while a DJ plays music
through the signal. She will be
answering questions and giving
out small prizes.
LEAHBOERINGA
Staff Writer
Cooking catastrophe leads to creative plumbing solution
Right out of the gate I'd like to
apologize for the photo attached
to this column. I really hate hav
ing my picture taken and attempted
to convince the editor that terror
tactics wouldn’t necessarily push
Marvin G. Baker
Guest Columnist
more newspapers. Unfortunately,
she has a black belt in managerial
martial arts, the Me-Say-Yu-Du
style, so the picture stays. I tried,
on to our next caller.
Believe it or not, I love to cook.
It's more out of necessity now than,
say, twenty-five years ago, but I
do work at keeping things interest
ing in the kitchen. (Those of you I
have dated in the past should prob
ably stop reading.) I even have a
large garlic clove somewhere. I've
seen the cat playing with it. It looks
an awful lot like her catnip mouse
these days and she doesn't seem
to be able to tell any difference,
which is a
great segue
into my last
stab at home
made maca
roni
cheese.
had to be
home anyway my landlord needed
to work on the plumbing so I fired
up the stove and got busy. Never
add flour to thicken anything.
Remember handprint castings from
grade school? Water+flour+heat
= plaster. Not good for pseudo-
mac, but I ended up with a pretty
cool ashtray. You could burn
twenty Camels at once and never
run out of butt holders. Speaking
of which, the smoke detector may
have bleated a time or two before I
pried the spoon free of the mix.
So I borrowed some Super Glue
from my landlord, reattached the
handle to my "guaranteed not to
break" utensil, and took another run
at the cookbook. This time I nixed
the flour and added more cheese.
So far so good. Ten
minutes into
baking this
tsecond
batch, I saw
f my landlord
stroll past the
window with a
three-foot pipe
wrench. Now, I
am all for using a
bigger hammer, but this looked like
trouble. (In the words of Johnny
Cash, "...I hear the train a cornin'...")
I didn't have time to think about it
though, because the smoke detec
tor started criticizing my efforts
again.
Of course I opened the oven,
which let the smoke out and sent
First Alert into hysterics. (I really
hate that little klaxon wannabe.) Im
mediately following this, I heard wa
ter running. Lots of water. Like the
neighborhood kids have a slip-and-
slide under my house. I shut the
oven, threw open a window and
raced to the front door. My land
lord was already there, a hose bib
and twisted length of copper pipe
clutched in hand. He didn't look
happy.
"Do you know anything about
welding?" he asked rather curtly.
So much for Super Glue: I sud
denly realized that I'm holding a
spoonless handle again. Glancing
back at the oven I answered, "J think
I got just the thing... you got a fire
extinguisher and something to pry
with?”
Trust me, you can never go wrong
with Kraft and a licensed plumber.
poet's corner
Into tho Storm
It felt like any other war zone. The unexpected drone of planes flying overhead, the bomb-like roar of impacts, the concussions, the fireballs,
debris and bodies flying, the smoke, the ash, the dust, the flames, the heat, the noise, vehicles rushing past to get clear. People ran, tried to
escape, tried to find safety while keeping one eye back to make sure that nothing was gaining on them. The air raged with choking gases and
debris, and some fell in its wake, overcome. Others caught bits of flaming shrapnel from the blasts. Chaos reigned, and in those first moments,
everyone simply tried to stay alive.
Time was short but hope was not, and once the shock subsided, the cogs of discipline clocked into place. Firefighting squads moved in, only
to be held at bay by the hellish maelstrom of the debris field. Hastily organized rescue personnel walked the perimeter, searching for survivors.
Triage areas were established. Radar searched the skies for new terrors, while planes and weapons prepared for defensive maneuvers and ships
sortied. The thick, choking air forced the donning of masks, and the heat coalesced the air into a muddy sweat that left everyone grit-streaked
and exhausted.
Days passed. Survivors were found in the rubble and taken to field hospitals. The Red Cross brought in food and relief gear and set up
stations for blood donation. Journalists appeared with cameras and notepads in hand, anxious to write the events into the history books. Fears
of security boiled up and were met, fears that the enemy might somehow still be nearby (or even within), evading detection. Slowly, the fires
ebbed, the dust began to settle, and the first inroads were made into the depths of the debris pile. To the tune of a hesitant, collective deep
breath, a flag was raised over the site (Attu! Tarawa! Gettysburg!).
The clock turned. From the macabre excavations, the bodies appeared. Bodies and pieces of bodies, dismembered limbs tossed carelessly
about, taunting rescuers to match name and number to body part. A morgue materialized. Slowly, identifications were made, and loved ones
notified. Prayers were murmured„final rites given.
The funerals began.
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It felt like any other war zone. It was New York City, on the morning of Sept. 11,2001, an infamous morning, a crystalline moment in time that
lodged in the heart and mind’s eye of America like a splinter of ice.
We, the people.
by Sue Pesznecker
Choir
performs
Red Cross
relief concert
On Sunday, Nov. 4, the Unistus
Chamber Choir and Friends, un
der the direction of Lonnie Cline,
CCC music instructor, performed
a benefit concert of Gabriel
Faure's "Requiem" at St. Mary's
Church in Mt. Angel. Donations
were taken at the door and all pro
ceeds were given to the Ameri
can Red Cross. The concert was
held in memory of all the people
who lost their lives in the Sept. 11
attacks.
"I chose this particular piece
because it sounds more like an
uplifting celebration of life, in
stead of a memory of death," said
Cline.
Travis Abliene, a student at
Clackamas, served as a soloist at
the benefit. The instrumentalists
included Karen Almquist on the
harp and Ed Charman on the or
gan.
The Unistus Chamber Choir is
a select group of people who come
together for one common pur
pose: promoting peace and love
through the performance of vari
ous styles of music. Each mem
ber must meet a set of require
ments, including the ability to
sight read music and the willing
ness to commit a great deal of time
to the group each week.
The choir plans to hold an
other benefit concert sometime in
late January with the Sinfonia
Concertante Orchestra led by
maestro Stefan Minde.
The group would like to extend
its thanks to St. Mary's Parish for
donating the facilities and to the
members of the Unistus Chamber
Choir for their dedicated efforts.