Dearest friends and friends to be,
You are receiving this email because you are a member of The Benevolent Society for the Propagation of Assorted Tomfoolery and Other Sorts of Peculiar and Otherwise Absurd and Baffling Nonsense.
What does that mean, exactly?
Well, how did you get here? Where did you start? I have a few ideas:
I suspect a recent bunch of you may have stumbled upon our society at the student activities fair yesterday. You might have left with more questions than answers. What is a guacamole forest? What’s the deal with that book? Is that film really satire? What does any of this have to do with juggling?? In light of those inquires, I offer you the words of Ken Kensey, the leader of the merry pranksters and something of our patron saint:
“the answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer.”
Alternatively, you might be a veteran of our strange electronic ramblings — perhaps for the past three years you have somewhat fondly brushed aside these entreaties into your inbox as occasional oddities, trying to recall when you invited them in in the first place. Maybe we caught your name on some balmy night in Wall Garden, where you watched flames dance before your eyes or after an evening on the banks of the Mississippi playing parachute games with strangers.
It is possible you picked up upon our paper trail throughout the (not so) recent history of this university. You noted offhanded references to the secret society that the artsy types at Tulane (of which you might consider yourself to be) tend to gravitate towards and print publications that characterize us as neo-hippies that laugh in the face of convention, carefree and freewheeling. Maybe your mission for a group to garden with at your new school lead to you us, the self-proclaimed guardians of the garden. Or perhaps your quest for a bicycle of your own brought you to our benevolent bike help desk.
Maybe you’ve just always wanted to learn how to juggle. You long to indulge your fantasy of cycling away with the circus. I recommend it. You never know where you’ll end up.
You wonder if it’s all it’s cracked up to be, this not-so-secret society.
So why ARE you receiving this email? Are the rumors really true?
What is J.U.G.G.L.I.N.G. Club?
Maybe the truth will be stranger than any fiction. Face your fears and come say hello.
Tonight. 7 PM. The Roof of Diboll (aka the parking garage next to the soccer field, for those fresh to campus). Bring your friends and come prepared to make more. Follow the yellow brick road. Find out what J.U.G.G.L.I.N.G. Club can be to you.
And, to those of you who know exactly what this means, we look forward to another season of revelry, whimsy, and tomfoolery with you this fall. !dn2 rebmevon rof sradnelac ruoy kram
You are all cordially invited, by the Parliament of Dunces, to join us tonight and every Monday hereafter.
P.S. specifically to the girl that can unicycle: we will bring the club unicycle out for you tonight!
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You’d be great for juggling club if you love art new orleans yourself joy hope weirdness live music eco-futurism silliness goofiness tomfoolery bubbles bicycles unicycles circus arts flow sports consciousness octopi beetles riddles puzzles absurdist literature sunsets sunrises and other sorts of peculiar celestial phenomenon poetry weird noises convoluted games fundamental human expression hugs and kisses parties where you know everyone parties where you don’t know anyone at all travelling taking the road less travelled by dancing singing reading writing learning philosophizing teaching overthrowing the government crying when youre happy trying new things asking questions building things making friends releasing your inhibitions and feeling the rain on your skin making memories daydreaming about running away with the circus or joining a commune, gardening, and/or being outside tasting the suns tasty tingly rays⠀⠀