The Capital Times By Crispin Sartwell Marion Winik and I called our wedding,"Woodstock 3: The Love- In." It had a flavor of ersatz nostal gia: we were a bit too late (only 11 in 1969) to have been hippies the first time out. And our festival was more bourgeois than the original: we got married at our own largish house, and there were more people in twelve-step programs than on drugs, though it was a close call. Her 11-year-old son Hayes was my best man; my 11-year-old daughter Emma was her maid of honor. But the festival had a homemade flavor: no caterers or servers, rock and roll handmade by the partici pants. The mysterious Coco emerged from the cornfield and slithered suggestively to "Groove Me Baby." Pete Laßonne played his new hit song "We Made a Mountain Out of a Molehill (of Love)." Naomi Shihab Nye sang Welcome Back! By Roderick L. Lee On behalf of the Student Govern ment Association, I welcome back all returning students and extend a special welcome to all new stu dents. You have chosen an excit ing time to be at Penn State Harris burg (PSH) because of the aca demic programs as well as expan sion of the facilities. During the fall, PSH will hold groundbreaking ceremonies for the Community Aquatic Center and new Student Housing facilities and dedication of the new Library dur ing the winter. These events are sure to mark their place in Penn State Harrisburg’s history. The SGA’s goal this year is to enhance campus life for present and future students. This year we spe- Photo by Matthew McKeown SGA President Roderick L Lee Woodstock 3: The Love-In about lullaby rafts and rutabagas. The four-year-old Juliet Mallouk did her version of "Hey Mr. Space man," accompanied by her father the research chemist on guitar. The ceremony was cobbled to gether out of traditional and space cadet elements narrated by Robb Green, the mayor of Jefferson, Pa., and Dana Ellinger, a shamanic priestess from Austin, Tex. I played "Here Comes the Bride" on a cajun squeezebox as Marion came down the aisle. And I kissed the piss out of her, persisting until our mothers raised a little howl. By the time we reached our sum mer of love we were a bit more beat up than the kids who gathered in upstate New York to see Jimi Hendrix destroy the Star Spangled Banner. On a little table or altar were pictures of the people we had to let go of along the way: our fa thers; my brothers, killed by drugs; her husband and brother-in-law, lost cifically want to address the needs of the non-traditional students, and those students who live on campus. Because this is your college, each of you is encouraged to become in volved with SGA and the various campus clubs and organizations that offer opportunities to gain practi cal experience and skills that are readily applicable to the workforce. Finally, the first SGA meeting will be held on August 31,1999 at 12:30 p.m. and each Tuesday there after at the same time in Room 216. Please be sure to find out who the senators from your perspective di visions are and visit them during their posted office hours. (Roderick L. Lee is president of the SGA. You can contact him by e-mail at ri1142 @psu.edu or by calling 948-6137.) Policies of The Capital Times The Capital Times is published by the students of Penn State Harris burg. Opinions expressed are solely those of the author and are not representative of the college administration, faculty or student body. Concerns regarding the content of any issue should be directed to the editors. The Capital Times welcomes signed letters from readers. No un signed submission will be reprinted. However, a writer's name may be withheld upon request and by approval of the editors. You may reach The Capital Times at Penn State Harrisburg Campus, W 341 Olmsted Building, 777 W. Harrisburg Pike, Middletown, Pa., 17057. You may phone at (717) 948-6440, or email at capdmes@psu.edu. All materials - articles, photographs and artwork - are property of The Capital Times. No parts of this paper may be reproduced without the expressed written permission of the editors. The Capital Times does not endorse its advertisers. COMMENTARY to AIDS. Somewhere deep we prob ably both still believed in free sex and good drugs, but both the sex and the drugs had at some point started costing more than we had. But even with all the damage, all the loss, all the carefully cultivated cynicism and exhaustion and isola tion, love is still possible, still needed, still miraculous. By the time I reached Marion, I thought it was too late: I had people to love and screwed it up, or I had watched them die, or the love had been re placed one molecule at a time over decades with anger and pain, so that imperceptibly love had mutated into its opposite. I'd been jealous, judgmental, vicious. The people I loved had been irresponsible, faith less, ill. Love was the last thing I expected or wanted. Marion was giving a reading at a bookstore in Baltimore when I met her; we went to dinner, then had a drink at her hotel. I gave Wanted: Talented and Creative People (We Know You're Out There) The Capital Times needs you! If you enjoy writing, editing, drawing, photography, meeting new people, and being active on campus, then we have a place for you. We are looking for talented and dedicated people to write stories, to interview campus officials, draw cartoons, and take photos of cam pus life. We also need a person to manage our business account. If any of these positions sounds like something you would like to do, then please join us for our staff meetings every Thursday at 12:30 p.m. in W 341 Olmsted Building. The Capital Times is open to all students, so please join us! her a quick hug and drove back home, thinking: you should have kissed her. I wrote her an e-mail to that effect and then some, held my breath, and hit send. Two weeks later we were sharing a room on Rittenhouse Square. Then we were walking around Philly, telling our lives and falling in love. When love arrives, it's always shocking, and this time it was so strong and so fast. We weren't look ing for it; but it found us anyway. And we watched it happen or al lowed it to happen; we didn't make it happen. I didn't want it until I had it, and then I didn't want anything else. By the time we arrived at that wedding, we were famous for be ing stupidly in love, for talking only about one another, for spending all day e-mailing, phoning, exchang ing Hallmark schlock. Our friends seemed tolerant no matter how ir ritating we became, and hence EASY asEASYSAVER? Now saving money (an be a whole lot easier, thanks to the U.S y's new EasySover Plan for U.S. Savings i. Sign up once and automatically purchase (I.S. ings Bonds from your checking or savings mt. 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