Cybervaq 9.25.95From the place so nice you need not name it twice.
...from Glendale Community College in Glendale, CA., it¹s the infamous...
EL VAQUERO, CYBERSPACE EDITION
compiled from the 9/22/95 issue of El Vaquero
Editors in Chief: Kris Laca & Wilson Solorzano
Cyberspace Editor: Brian Schwartz
New Bill Possesses Threat to Financial Aid
Planet Invades Southland
COLUMNS OF THE WEEK
Face it ... We're Cool!
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NEW BILL POSSESSES THREAT TO FINANCIAL AID
A delegation of Associated Student Body legislators and Dean of Student Activities Paul Schlosmann are trying to rally the campus to oppose cuts in financial aid.
Sophomore Class President Veronica Amaya and Vice President Alex Davitan were among the student leaders attending a presidential summit hosted by the California Association of Community Colleges (CALSACC.)
A live via-satellite speech about financial aid by President Clinton set the tone for the CALSACC attendees.
A 2% student loan tax will tax schools instead of banks and students on their total amount of student loan volume. Among other finacial aid changes is a cut in the interest free grace period on student loans.
³If it is decided to take $10.1 billion from the student financial aid program it will affect all students,² said Associate Dean Student Financial Aid Services Maureen McRae.
Student aid becomes more vulnerable as Congress feels increased pressure to balance the federal budget.
³We hear from Washington that they just haven¹t heard from students, they think maybe students don¹t care, I don¹t think that¹s true; call or write [Senators] Feinstein, Boxer even [Congressman] Moorehead, just tell them, don¹t cut financial aid.. period,² Said McRae.
PLANET INVADES SOUTHLAND
Never in my life have I seen so much leather or so many bleached blondes. No, it wasn¹t an Aerosmith concert. This leather was the expensive kind, the kind that just gives off the scent of money. And that blonde looked real, no black roots or anything, and you know you have to have money to get a dye job that good. The occasion? The grand opening of the Planet Hollywood restaurant in Beverly Hills.
Not just anyone was invited to attend, you really had to be special. By calling up various television and radio stations, viewers and listeners were given the chance to win tickets to this esteemed ³block party.² I won my tickets from Fox 11¹s ³Good Day LA² show and boy was I excited. Not only would we get to see lots and lots of stars, but we would be treated to a concert featuring Elton John and Chuck Berry! I think the prospect of having actually won the tickets by myself was just the finishing touch. I never win anything.
We arrived at 4 p.m. in Beverly Hills to receive our wristbands from our respective TV/radio stations. Unless you had one, you weren¹t even allowed onto Rodeo Drive.
The supervisors had asked us to be back in the parking lot where we had first gathered, by 5:30, so we had a little time to kill. We walked on to Rodeo, and watched as thousands of people ran around securing last minute details. The party for the rich and famous was to be held outside, separated from the fans by a large stage. There was no way we were getting back there when it began. The barbacks stocked the bar to the hilt, the waitresses decorated the tables and the caterers prepared the lavish entrees.
At 5:30, back in the parking lot, we were escorted by official Planet Hollywood security guards like a large herd of cattle, in to our holding pens that lined the beautiful scarlet carpet that had been laid down in front of the stage. Luckily my companion and I were able to get right up to the railing so we would definitely be close enough to trip the stars with our feet if we really wanted to.
I guess the organizers had planned a warm up exercise for the crowd and they introduced a well known comedian who seemed to get no response from the masses. Poor guy, we were more interested in serenading the Beverly Hills Police Officers with our rendition of ³Bad Boys.²
Anyone who was anyone was at the opening. No wonder, it was held on Rodeo Drive, in Beverly Hills, the playground for people with power and money. Along with the four Planet Hollywood partners, Bruce Willis, Demi Moore, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone, the celebrities included Cindy Crawford, George Clooney(ER), Wesley Snipes, Patrick Swayze, Danny Glover, Marcia Cross(Kimberly, Melrose Place) and Pauly Shore, to name only a handful. I even got to shake hands with the likes of Steven Segal, Tori Spelling, Luke Perry and Roseanne!!
Around 8 p.m., as the stream of celebrities began to dwindle, I became extremely exhausted. So instead of watching the concert, which I probably wouldn¹t have been able to see anyway, we opted to leave. We hopped in the car and sped off toward Glendale, stopping quickly at Taco Bell to grab bags full of cheap food.
Yes, over all the experience was exciting and it¹s something that I¹ll probably never get to do again, but it left me with this sickening feeling. Why do we care so much about celebrities? They are people just like us.
To hell with the champagne and caviar, I love my 59 cent burritos.
Column of the Week
FACE IT, WE¹RE COOL
by Kris Laca
I love living in Southern California.
There¹s something comforting about living in an area that has no football team and an earthquake nearly every day. And to those of you who complain about this area I say, ³GO HOME!²
Where else can you go to the beach and get a deep, tropical tan; then go skiing the next day? And I¹m not talking about those fake tanning salon tans. I¹m talking about the real melanoma-causing skin altering tans. The depleting ozone allows you to get one of those in about 15 miutes now.
And people complain about our beaches. Keep your complaints.
There¹s no arguing there are plenty of people out there. They¹re what makes the beach so much fun. You know what they say, it takes all kinds. Well, they all live here. I give you two words: Venice Beach.
True, the water is dirty, and you have to keep an eye out for those syringes, but the people make it all worth while. Where else can you see such talent? You will probably even see a few people you recognize, no matter where you are from. That roller skating guitar playing guy, for instance, everyone knows him.
Even the really ³cool² people like Venice. It¹s kind of a car wreck beach. We all go there to rubberneck.
But we have other things to do here besides go to the beach. We can go shopping, for instance.
I don¹t know about other places, but here shopping is an artform, not a passtime. To get ready for it, we have to primp for hours, then practice our mall walks.
Don¹t deny it, we all have one. It¹s that strut that says, ³Hey I¹m here for the sales, but I could be persuaded to shop for something more than clothes.² If you still say you don¹t have one, (you liar) you¹ve noticed someone else¹s.
You remember, guys that woman you got slapped for staring at. And girls, that guy in the tight jeans you followed until he went into the men¹s room. Yeah, you know what I¹m talking about.
Malls are one of the top reasons to stay fit in Southern California. Not because of the pick up lines, because you never know who¹s going to try to take that last pair of Dockers on the sale table.
Gotta stay frosty out there.
And speaking of frost, there¹s a nuisance I¹ve never had to put up with here. Why? Well, because we don¹t really have weather here. No true seasons to speak of; just varying degrees of summer. Seasons, bah, who needs them?
It saves us tons of money on clothes. We don¹t need to buy much winter stuff, so we have more to spend on our tanning lotion. Who wants to cover up our nice tans anyway.
And to the rest of the country we all have great tans. I never thought people thought like that until I spoke with this guy who has never set foot on California soil. I was not aware people actually thought that way, but apparently I was wrong. He was under the impression that we lived our lives like a Baywatch episode. Well, I set him straight. I told him not all the men look like the just stepped out of Melrose Place. They look more like they guys on Central Park West.
I sure told him.
Some people think the delusions we give the rest of the country are bad. I think they¹re one of the best things about this state. We can literally create an alternate reality for other people. That is so cool.
Of course, a lot of people accuse us of being plastic, but I bet you¹d never find those people out at Venice milling with the masses, so who do they think they are? If you don¹t like it here, then move.
We seriously don¹t need your vibes.
I don¹t understand how anyone can hate this state? We have mice, surfing, snowboarding and cheese all in one area.
All you need to do is hop into your convertible and drive there.
Your feedback is always appreciated.
See ya next week...
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