Changes are apace, dear readers. All of a sudden it’s December and we’re still not quite sure how to navigate this in-between-holiday liminal space. Also… finals? Are those a thing? Celebrate the magic of transformation with us at our open meeting tonight at 9pm in Lerner 510!

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THE CREATION

Before the earth and the sea and the all-encompassing heaven
came into being, the whole of nature displayed but a single
face, which men have called Bwog: a beauteous, unstructured mass,
everything that is weighted with each word, a general conglomeration
of matter composed of disparate but compatible elements.
No Lerner the ramp god was present to cast his rays on the universe,
nor Westside the market to replenish her grapes and grow to her fullness;
no room (510) suspended in equilibrium, wrapped in its folding mantle of talk;
nor time (9pm), the goddess of all, to stretch her sinuous arms all around the room’s abundant pitches.