With the left flipper she ricocheted the ball off of the
bumper and into the double bonus hole. The ball stuck
inside the hole. In the process of trying to free the ball,
she accidently tilted the machine. She tilted the
machine chained next to her also.
"Damn it," she said. "I'm sorry, here's a quarter."
"That's alright. I still have five games left."
She drank a diet soda and ate an ice cream cone for
breakfast. The radio played in the background: You
never asked me what I wanted. You only asked me
why."
There was a long article in the "Phiraderpma
inquriee' on space exploration. According to a highly
respected proffessor at Cal Tech, we could send a
person to Venus or Mars. The problem was getting the
person back to Earth. The professor proposed two
solutions based on this fact. One, we ask for
volunteers to go on such a mission. He was sure that
there were plenty of brave patriotic americans who
would volunteer for the sake of Space exploration and
country. Otherwise, he suggested, we send monkeys.
The halls were crowded. She heard snippets of
conversation on her way to class.
"She's such a nice and the formula in class is
different Steve asked me to drank five beers in about an
hello Helen."
"Oh, hello, I'm sorry Alex. I didn't hear you because
of the noise. She had a crush on Alex. He wasn't really
handsome, but his eyes sparkled as if in reflection on
an inner vitality. Alex also shared her love for the
stories of Checkow. And he never seemed to notice her
blackness. Unlike most other whites, his attitude
towards her was neither condescending or demeaning.
He treated her naturally
"The meaning of life, according to Lawrence, is in
love, sexual not platonic," droned the professor. Helen
examined the wood on her desk. The grain ebbed and
flowed like waves on the ocean. The blond wood
reminded her of what she imagined Alex's skin to be
like. She was running her hands through the silky, thin
hair on his chest.
Alex and Helen were friends. They often ate lunch
together after class and discussed books or movies or
other people they both Knew. but their reiationsnip naa
never developed any further.
She once followed him to class. He lived in a red
brick house with many windows. On the way to class
he picked up his mail and met two friends. She
imagined leaving him a note in his mailbox:
"The frail petals that encircle the
flower of my love longs
to enfol • • " _ _
Ori
Upon arriving at out third
checkpoint we aligned our maps
with our compasses. We looked
at the densely wooded hill
across the field on the other
side of the road that wound
down into a valley towards the
bottom of the hill and out of
sight.
The next checkpoint was
somewhere on or beyond the
hill. Should we follow the road?
That was one possibility. After
considering our options, we
decided to do a "beeline" to the
next checkpoint, climbing the
hill deirctly towards out target.
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Orienteering is played in
the woods and involves both
mental and physical facilities.
Locating various checkpoints
by using a map and compass is
the object of this sport.
It's modus operandi is de
termined by the type of orien
teering event. In cross-country
mienteering, participants are
given a map with each check
point location circled. Using
A rose between friends
enteering:
compass directions and distan
ces to points given, the goal is
to visit all checkpoints in the
shortest time.
Another orienteering event
-Score Orienteering - is played
by giving participants a speci
fied time in which they try to
visit as many of several check
points as thet can.
While route choice is made
by participants in the afore
mentioned events, in line ori
enteering the orienteer is given
a route to follow, but must plot
the location of hidden control
points en route on their maps.
Time is a competitive factor
in this event. For those who
prefer a more leisurely trek
through the woods, there are
events where time doesn't
count.
Deciding which route to
take is an intregal part of
orienteering (excluding line or
ienteering). A participant may
have to choose between a hilly,
rocky and highly vegetated
route and a dirt road route on
Lifestyles
There would never be such a note however. Helen
was married. Her husband supported her financially to
a certain extent and besides .... He loved her. She was
his first lover, his only lover and he was utterly devoted
to her.
She could not hurt him. She couldn't even say no
when he asked her to many him. But she never really
knew if she loved him or not. Love was so strange. She
loved her brother, her parents and her friends -- yet
with that love she need not be monogamous.
"You don't ask me to apologize. I wont't ask you to
forgive me," sany a voice on the radio. She had just
won two games on the pinball machine. Alex walked
in.
"Did you finish reading "A Catcher in the Rye?" he
asked.
"Yeah. And you?" She responded.
"No not yet, I'm almost done. We still have a few
hours till class. I'm going to go home and study," he
said. Helen quickly lost the two remaining games.
It was a cold, crisp fall day. The leaves were
crimson and ocher and the ones on the ground were
leather brown. The wind whipped around the buildings
through the streets. Someone was having a bonfire,
she could smell it in the air. An elderly derelict lay
sleeping coverd with newspaper on the soft earth.
Helen smiled down at him.
She walked into the florist shop and purchased a
single long stemmed rose. Attatched to it's stripped
thornless stem as a blank note card in a limegreen
envelope. One the outside of the envelope was written
"To Alex."
"Why don't you tell me 'bout the mystery dance. I
want to know about the mystery dance," sany a voice
on the radio. She carried the lone rose in a brown paper
bag. The derelict she had passed by before had woken
and was smileing. He was already drunk. Helen opened
the door to Alex's mailbox slowly so it wouldn't creak.
It was only open half was when she stuck her hand
down the crack and placed the flower inside. Helen
quickly shut the mailbox and scurried away.
She imagined the two of then were in bed together.
Their lips were madly kissing. Her brown and pink
breasts were thrust against his warm chest. His hands
cupped her round supple buttocks. Just the thought of
it made her tingle.
She waited for him to come to class. He was late,
but he was carrying the single red rose. Alex smiled
back at her from the front of the classroom. But he
didn't guess that it was she who had sent the flower.
He couldn't see her cry, because she was crying on the
a demanding sport
by jeff drinnan
level ground that's twice the
distance to a checkpoint.
Assessing one's physical a
bilities plays a role here. Al
though the road may take you
smoothly to the next check
point, you may gain speed by
charging up the hill through
rough terrain if you're in good
physical shape.
Orienteering is much more
popular in Europe and Canada,
where there are national orien
teering organizations, than in
the United States, where na
tional clubs don't exist and
where the sport is in its' nebuli.
Ski orienteering is also popular
in Europe.
An intregal tool of the in
fantry, orienteering is used
primarily in the United States
by the military, Soldiers learn
to navigate through friendly
and enemy territory and sneak
up or run from the enemy.
Knowing each others posi
tion, finding various landmarks,
making rendevous and other
military maneuvers are done
via orienteering. This sport was
started by the military.
Orienteering was brought
to civilians by Major Ernst
Killander, who planted the seed
in Stockholm Sweden in 1919.
Then president of Stockholm's
Amateur Athletic Association,
Killander introduced
orienteering as an answer
. to
the difficulty in retaining the
youths interest in track and
field, using the forest hill and
lake inundated countryside as a
playing field for the new sport.
After assutling the
densely wooded hill we found
our next checkpoint, but only
after being confused by other
smaller hills and valleys after
reaching the top of the initial
hill. Here's where assessing
one's mental abilities played a
role in orienteering.
We found two more check
points with less difficulty and
found ourselfs on a dirt clearing
just outside the woods, over-
Travolta, Ton? lip
disappoint
by Susan Girobuni
After 'Saturday Night Fev
er" and "Grease," "Moment by
Moment" was disappointing.
John Travolta stayed with
his 'agressive rough and debo
nair' character but the plot of
the movie made this character
look very childish.
The movie opens up as usual
with- Travolta trying to get a
woman's attention. Except this
woman could have been his
mother. Lily Tomlin played the
very serious part of this 'older
woman.' Tomlin needs to be
congratulated for holding up
that long in a very serious
drama. She wasn't snorting as
Ernestine in this role.
The love story was not an
unfamiliar one. Tomlin wasvery
wealthy and her husband was
caught having an affair with a
younger woman, so Tomlin left
her husband.
She went off to her beach
home where a young snotty
nosed kid, namely Travolta,
followed her. He had remem
bered her and her husband
hiring him for one of their
parties.
Tomlin didn't give Travolta
the time of day. But, this didn't
stop him. Tomlin gave in.
From then on it was bedroom
scene after bedroom scene.
What was so ironic about all
was that Travolta's name in the
movie was "Strip."
The couple had their con•
flicts and everytime Travolta
ran away Tomlin would go back
and get him.
All in all the plot of the 'love
story was not the least bit
appealing. But Tomlin did her
best with the acting and Tra
volta was his usual self.
looking road junctions and a
stream that crossed the road
which ran through a field and
out of sight.
We followed the stream
through the field to another
road which we followed a few
hundred meters to out next
checkpoint.
After walking back down
the road, we walked through a
field on a diagonal. Passing a
herd of cattle I remarked "Can
bulls run fast?"
"Yes," answered Barry
"Why?"
When he looked at the cattle
he shared my slightly less than
euphoric feeling.
Fortunatly no animals fol
lowed us and soon we saw a
white phallic structure in the
distance.
This landmark turned out to
be our final checkpoint. Here
we met the rest of the gals and
guys who were orienteering
with us that day.