The Fed

Letters to Feditors

hello feddies!  right about now the majority of people on my floor (12), my residence hall (carman) and my class (2003) are shaking their bootys down at the roxy and i am holed up in my cell -  i mean room - building a bomb - i mean checking my email.  why, you many ask, are you being so anti-social? don’t you enjoy flailing your limbs about in unnatural ways in a claustrophobically hormonal room while skanky guys you’ve never seen before put their meaty paws all over your body? and don’t you want to bond with your fellow freshmen and women? are you some kind of (gasp!) LOSER??????

well, it depends on your definition of "loser".  am i successful in my athletic pursuits?  no.  am i very good at dieting?  not really.  do i have friends?  yes. do i like to go out and have a good time?  yes.  but i also enjoy being by myself and plotting to take over the world.

which brings me to the fed.  your publication was like a beacon in the long dark night that has been orientation. (not true - i’ve actually been having a great time) .  and i would be honored to be invovled with your subversive doings.  subversive might have well have been my hiddle name.  but instead it’s hilary.  damn.

so now i will get back to my bomb.

xxx amy "subversive" phillips



dear federalist,
        i stumbled on your paper by faith i suppose.  I was reading your articles and i think it’s one of the few things i agree with in this whole institution.  it can really suck being here when you are new.
        you see i come from califas (california) from a small varrio out in centro ca.  from a poor working class and all that comes with it type of thing.  i’m trying really hard to find my little corner pero it’s not that easy.  it’s hard to relate.  this is one of the few places i’ve ever been where even mexicans (mostly sell outs) got monney and those who look all hard are mostly a bunch of plastic posers.  i feel like a little fish in an ocean full of sharks if you can understand.  you see most of my camaradas (friends) never even finished high school.  many of them are now doing vacation time up state in california’s number one affirmative action institutional the d.o.c. (depoartment of corrections) at corc and the rest are in half way homes.  some times when i look out my tiny art studio window it reminds me of when I was my self doing time in santa clara county.  i see all these people kickiandola (hanging out) and and i feel like i’m on the outside looking in.  i realize now more that ever why most of us never make it to higher education it’s just to hard, not the academics but the environment.
        i miss my varrio, the music, the food and the people.  i’m here as an art student hoping to further my talent so that i may soon return home and help out those less fortunate than my self.  i’m not here to get rich, i just want to learn.  every thing i say to you in here directa (letter) is true.  because i hope you can publish this in your paper in hopes that these thoughts don’t fall on deaf ears.  maybe some of you out there know what i’m talking about and can drop me a line.  i really need the suport.  well with out taking any more of your time, i’m signing out.  shot outs to all the people of all colors in the struggle.  and to all the fine chicanitas out there, mandenle un alamble to this fine cholito form califas.  If any one out there would like to e-mail me i’d really appreciate it a whole lot: vfg6 [ a t ] columbia or drop by my studio at lion’s court 204 after 6p.m.

respectfully,

victor cervantes
aka: el toker/ o night owl



"But to wear out your brain trying to make things into one without realizing that they are all the same - this is called ’three in the morning.’  What do I mean by ’three in the morning’? When the monkey trainer was handing out acorns, he said, ’you get four in the morning and three at night.’  The monkeys were all delighted .... So the sage harmonizes with both right and wrong and rests in Heaven the Equalizer.  This is called walking two roads."

-Chuang Tzu: Basic Writings
(sent by Grace Kim)
September ish, 1999