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Yeah.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=72.37,378.61"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/2","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 2:\u003c/strong\u003e If everyone would please be seated. Will you pray with me? God of mercy and grace, we come today not to mourn death but to celebrate a life. We come today to remember that we are all travelers on a journey and what a long strange trip it's been. We come to share laughter and tears. We come today to turn to one another for comfort and strength. We come today to turn to you for your mercy. Loving God, embrace all those who mourn in your arms, especially today. We thank you and we celebrate that for Ken, pain and suffering is over. We thank that for ken there is a joyous reunion with all those that have gone before, with his son Jed. We thank you that we can know your grace even in the darkest times. We thank that we know that the bright light of your mercy will shine again. We pray these things in Jesus' name.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=706.52,796.33"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/3","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 3:\u003c/strong\u003e Good afternoon. My name is Dave Frohnmayer, and I want to thank the Kesey family for the invitation, which is an honor and a privilege, to speak these memorial words. With the news of Ken's passing last Saturday so much before his time came my own empty feeling that he would not yet have received the note that I had dashed off to him late last week when I learned that his medical condition. Had worsened. And so this occasion for me, my friends, is redemptive, as perhaps it is to you, to speak in a place full of Ken Kesey's spirit about the greatness of his life and my own great admiration for him. I was invited because, as his son Jay put it so aptly, we just lost our best keynote speaker. So how do we remember and salute this justly famous man? His death was marked by a front page notice in Monday's Wall Street Journal. Hardly the publication one would have expected in 1964. And as I recall, Ken was still not widely known for his daily following of the NASDAQ or the Dow Jones. Sunday's Oregonian carried these words in its lead editorial. The charismatic, gifted author and 60s icon was among the most famous Oregonians of the 20th century, assuredly so. But it goes on. When he looked at you with those icy blue Paul Newman eyes, you had to believe it when he said he was more interested in being a good citizen and dad. Or yesterday's New York Times editorial, it begins. Some names come trailing behind them, not a sense of person, but an idea of something larger, a time, a possibility, an actual shift in the ways of being. Ken Kesey's is a name like that. That is true. He did define new possibilities with his life. His creative imagination and his love. Or maybe even more to the point, the thousands of emails received already by the family in the last few days from across the nation and around the globe. The themes of those messages? Father figure. Kind and accessible man. My own intersections with Ken's family were civic and personal. I never rode on his bus, though a girl I grew up with did so briefly, and she said it was fun and exciting. I never knew Jerry Garcia, though I wear today a tie that he designed. And I read Ken Kesey's moving, elegiac, sometimes earthy memorial tribute to Jerry Garcia—appropriately message to Garcia—about Jerry's loud silence. Perhaps that was premonitory in some way. Ken and I participated together some dozen years ago in the Eugene Symphony's somewhat Zany. Battle of the batons, a spoof of conductors as we attempted to keep track of the orchestra. I grieved as did you all when his son Jed was killed in an accident involving University of Oregon wrestling team's van. One time on my way to Washington D.C. To speak appropriately enough to the Oregon Society, a group of expatriates from this state. Total coincidence I read an inspiring essay on a rural Oregon morning that was authored by Ken and quite coincidentally was in the In-Flight magazine and I know that my remarks to that society later that week were more daring and more personal just because of Ken's example. No one writes as deeply or as profoundly about Oregon and its meaning in the soul as Ken. Or when my daughter Kirsten had leukemia battled back from a bone marrow transplant and was in a difficult time. A box of books arrived and I believe that it was unaccompanied by a note, but there was a book for each member of the family. The box was from Ken. Each was engraved artistically with his own signature in what's known as psychedelic dip. A sailor song for Dave and Lynn. The last go-round for Kirsten. I re-read it Sunday night, looking perhaps for some secret message. Because after all, when he and his class helped to compose a novel, they wrote it as OU Levant. That is to say, U of O novel, backwards. But there wasn't any secret message, the message was open above and above. It was Ken. Was just an act of incredible empathy and kindness, giving something you have created to someone else as an act outreach. When Jed's monument on Mount Pisgah was damaged by vandals, Lynn and I wrote to Ken and Fay of our concern and sent a small contribution to help with the reconstruction. Because we always look for that monument as we climb that mountain, a mountain named after the one in biblical terms from which Moses viewed the promised land, we always stop now by that reconstructed memorial. And I think Ken was grateful to know how much Judd's life and that monument meant to other people with its glorious outlook over farms, his own farm, valleys, rivers, and the Cascade Peaks, his promised land of Oregon. I know Ken, of course, through his role at the University of Oregon, an energized undergraduate, a champion wrestler who attended matches long after he graduated, an avid duck football fan who wrote of attending the first Rose Bowl in our memory, that is to say of 1957 when he was a senior with his entire family, who then wrote about that over an email message before last year's civil war that ended with a treaty. Any kind heart to help a worn-out duck get two tickets? He got his two tickets. Ken Kesey, University of Oregon student recruiter. I know students and other people on the faculty know students who attend, quote, because Ken Kasey went here. A master teacher, a person whose lecturers were always standing room only, a stern disciplinarian, actually, in his creative writing classes, always attended by the best and the brightest, taught by the the best that there is. His awards. The Distinguished Service Award given by the University of Oregon faculty only after careful consideration each year in 1978. In 1984, the Distinguish Alumni Award given the University Of Oregon Alumni Association. The Webfoot Society Award in 1984 by the Athletic Department. The Pioneer Award in 1986 by the university president and the University Oregon Foundation. That bespoke of his deep allegiance and the university's deep appreciation in return of Ken Kesey's monumental contributions and life. Did I know him through his merry pranks? Not well. But I do think of an analog, actually, from a North German town in which I lived once briefly, where Till Eulenspiegel is buried. Till Eullenspiegal, an earlier incarnation of the merry prankster, a person who in medieval times carried with him a mirror and did pranks. And the point of it was to hold a mirror up to other people so that they could see themselves. The notion that humor can illuminate a deeper truth about ourselves that sometimes can be done in no other way. Ken's humor was illuminating, never malicious, never that of ridicule. He had fun, and he was. He was a good man and a great man, but frankly he would be less worried about being a great man than a good one. He would have wanted to be called that and is justly called that at this hour. His passion for life and intellectual curiosity that was unbounded. His daughter Shannon told me that even in his hospital bed he still took notes or asked so that he had the raw material of human experience and interaction with which to work. His love of his family, deep, profound. Decency, his influence on us. I would call him authentic in the sense of that word that its Greek root implies—authentic, yourself. He wrote for others, but what he wrote in his own self was extraordinary. I asked his family members if he regarded any particular of his works as autobiographical, and they said, no. Ken is in everything that he wrote, his character and presence in so many ways. He said once, I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph, or on magic, some of which we'll see you this afternoon. Magic is seeing something that extends beyond the visible. His eyes, amazing because they saw farther. His ears, astonishing because they heard more acutely. His imagination, so grand because it comprehended so completely the complexities of the human soul and experience. I asked a friend of mine who also was a prize-winning novelist what his thoughts might be on this occasion, and among the many that he shared with me, he said these things, and I share them with you. Kesey decided early to be himself, and he's a shining example of making that work. He changed American culture, and though these changes are somewhat unfashionable now they were in many ways important, positive and lasting. He had fun. He then concludes, I only met him once and, alas, until halfway through the conversation I thought he was wavy-gravy. But he gave off such a sense of well-being and generalized benevolence that I will treasure the memory as long as I live. I think we will treasure his memory as we live. I will treasure it in two ways and celebrate it. One is, of course, because of the spirit now in this room, and every single time that I and my family hike up Mount Pisgah, stand by that memorial. At the glorious Oregon that he loved, and of which he was such a shining example. To put it in the Latin epitaph, and then to translate it, si monumentum requiet, circum spiche. If you seek his monument, look around you.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=818.86,1584.2"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/4","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 4:\u003c/strong\u003e My name is Sterling Lord, and I've known Ken Kesey since the early 60s, and have had the privilege and pleasure of working with him as his literary agent since that time. And almost from the beginning, sort of the tone of Kese and working with Kese was set. And it happened when the famous bus trip terminated in New York, and the minute they got their keys, he called me, and... Not knowing quite how to classify the trip or how to ask an intelligent question, I said simply, Ken, how was it? And in what came to be a typical Ken Kesey response, he said, Sterling, when we hit New York, the city just rolled over on its back and purred. So there was, as I suggested, there was always a lot of fun in working with Ken and a lot of surprises and something new all the time because, of course, his ideas were interesting and new. They were always interesting and new, not only the total concepts, but the way he executed them. And it was just very, very exciting to work with him. But the things that I will remember about him and the thing I remember most is his generosity. He was giving, he was always giving. This last Sunday when I got out here I called my daughter in Florida, she's 36, and she had met Ken three times. She met him when he was five, when she was five. She met when she when she 12 and then the two of us were in, met Ken in Toronto again in about 12 years ago. And uh... And my daughter was a little weepy. And she said, you know Dad, she said I always felt safe and loved when I was with Ken. It was as if his heart was reaching out and touching my heart. And that was one of Ken's gifts, and it's a gift that I'll always remember him for, and I know my daughter will too, as will many others. I'd like to finish just by reading the last two paragraphs of an extremely interesting article in today's Register Guard by a man named John Darling. I'm reading this without his permission. And he says, I want my grandchildren to live in an America where they name a school or a mountain after Kesey. Yes, yes. Yes, psychedelia underlay much of it, and it's not politically or morally correct to give that credit for anything. So we'll keep saying that was a movement in American, a non, sorry, that was non-event in American cultural history. Kesey didn't do the things he did to get merit badges and invitations to speak at the Rotary Club. Somewhere back there, Kese saw the face of the beast, the dark side. Of a free society that works to snuff out freedom, and he spent his life not giving evil for evil, but pranking its pants off.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=1611.49,1830.14"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/5","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 5:\u003c/strong\u003e Along the western slopes of the Oregon coastal range. Come look. The hysterical crashing of tributaries as they merge into the Wakanda Agar River. The first little washes flashing like thick rushing winds through sheep's sorrel and clover, ghost fern and nettle, shearing, cutting, forming branches. Then, through bearberry and salmonberry. Blueberry and blackberry, the branches crashing into creeks, into streams. Finally, in the foothills, through Tamarack and Sugar Pine, Shidambark and Silver Spruce, and the green and blue mosaic of Douglas Fir, the actual river falls 500 feet. Opens out upon the fields. Metallic at first, seen from the highway down through the trees, like an aluminum rainbow, like a slice of alloy moon. Closer, becoming organic. A vast smile of water with broken and rotting pilings jagged along both gums, foam clinging to the lips. Closer still, it flattens into a river, flat as a street, Cement gray with a texture of rain. Flat as a rain-textured street, even during flood season, because of a channel so deep and a bed so smooth, no shallows to set up buckwater rapids, no rocks to rile the surface, nothing to indicate movement, except the swirling clots of yellow foam skimming seaward with the wind and the thrusting groves of flooded bam, bent, taut, and trembling by the pool of silent, dark momentum. A river smooth and seeming calm. Hiding the cruel file edge of its current beneath a smooth and calm seeming surface. The highway follows its northern bank. The ridges follow its southern. No bridges span its first 10 miles. And yet, across on that southern shore, an ancient two-story wood frame house rests on a structure of tangled steel, of wood and earth and sacks of sand, like a two-storey bird with split-shake feathers. Sitting fierce in its tangled nest. Rain drifts about the windows. Rain filters through a haze of yellow smoke, issuing from a mossy stone chimney into slanting sky. The sky runs gray, the smoke wet yellow. Behind the house, up in the shaggy hem of mountainside, these colors mix in windy distance, making the hillside itself run a muddy green. On the naked bank, between the yard and Humming River's edge. A pack of hounds pads back and forth, whimpering with cold and brute frustration, whimpering and barking at an object that dangles out of their reach over the water, twisting and untwisting, swaying stiffly at the end of a line tied to the tip of a large fur pole, jetting out of a top story window, twisting and stopping, It's slowly untwisting in the gusting rain. Eight or ten feet above the flood's current, a human arm tied at the wrist. Just the arm, look, disappearing downward at the frayed shoulder where an invisible dancer performs twisting pirouettes for an enthralled audience. Just the arms turning there above the water. For the dogs on the bank. For the blinking rain. For the smoke, the house. The trees, and the crowd calling angrily from across the river, Stamper! Hey, god damn you anyhow, Hank Stampper! And for anyone else who might care to look.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=1858.73,2111.8"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/6","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e Well, Ken and I did about two dozen shows together over the years. Eight of those shows were Christmas shows with the Eugene Symphony and the Oregon Symphony. And we did about 15 or 16 of my Time and Rivers Flowing shows, the show about the rivers. And so I thought that I would sing a song from the river show. In the river show, Ken was a town crier and he was a hell of a Hellfire and Brimstone Preacher. He sang Roll on Columbia and he read Chief Seattle's Reply and he played harmonica on the Talking Heads tune. And at the end of the show, he was the Kwaki Udall water spirit glup glop. And sort of a, he was a theatrical presence. And as a musician, I'm always kind of stuck behind the microphone and I thought I needed some chaos in the show. If you want wonderful chaos, Ken was exactly the right guy. This is called The Water is Wide. Water is wine, I can't cross over And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row My love and I A ship there is, that sails the sea She's loaded deep, as deep can be But not so deep as the love I'm in I know not how I sink or swim Love is handsome, oh love is true When first it's new But love grows old and it waxes And fades away Like the morning dew Water is white, I can cross over and neither have my wings to fly give me a boat that can carry two I'll row, my love and I, and both shall row. I love and I Thank you very much. This is a piece from one of the River Shows, and I used to introduce Ken when he was doing the Hellfire and Brimstone Preacher as, ladies and gentlemen, here is Ken, for God's sake, Easy I hear a big motor back there.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2141.2,2456.7"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/7","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 1:\u003c/strong\u003e Oh","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2544.27,2544.27"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/8","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 7:\u003c/strong\u003e Stuart, owe me!","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2544.88,2548.0"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/9","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 1:\u003c/strong\u003e Still crazy you're always here still crazy still crazy still crazy still crazy","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2564.13,2576.01"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/10","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 7:\u003c/strong\u003e Not yet! Alright, so...","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2593.92,2597.02"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/11","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 1:\u003c/strong\u003e But I'm not real","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2604.97,2605.95"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/12","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angels feed the trot, With its crystal tide forever, Flowing by the throne of God? Yes, we'll gather at river, The beautiful, the beautiful river. Gather with the saints at the river that flows by the throne of God. Brothers and sisters, please bow your heads in disbelief. The Reverend Ken, for God's sakes.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2623.69,2668.7"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/13","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 7:\u003c/strong\u003e Remember yourself. As we are all gathered here today So it is written, that we shall some day ride on the banks of a mighty river that flows out of the throne of God. This prophecy comes to us from the book of Revelation, chapter 22, verse 1, that says, And he showed unto me a river of pure water, clear as crystal, flowing out of a throne of god. Now, though you may not think of it, every drop of water is important to a mighty river, for without that multitude of drops all joining together, there would be no mighty river. And just so is every voice important in a river of song. So I would like to have all of you now blend your voices together and join us in this grand old hymn, Shall We Gather at the River? A beautiful","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2679.81,2751.33"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/14","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e We're the same","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2756.04,2756.9"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/15","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 7:\u003c/strong\u003e Closed by the throne of God friends and neighbors. The Lord has spoken to me concerning this gathering of on-the-roadies and baccalaureates gathered here in this hall today, and He has told me that if I don't get every man, woman, and child to lift up their voices and sing His name and glory, hallelujah, that He is going to call me home. Now I'm ready. But you're not ready. Obviously you're NOT ready. If you were ready, you wouldn't need these damning jammies and billies and swaggies singing all this crap at you all the time. So I want you to reach way down there deep into the dark ghetto of your goon edge and get this old song, Shall We Gather at the River?","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2760.04,2807.32"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/16","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e Our spirits will be met.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2837.04,2839.36"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/17","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 7:\u003c/strong\u003e Sounds good. Yes, friends, life is like a river. We are all of us, a river of life, flowing through time, seeking to reach our eternal destination. But it is not an easy journey, for around every bend there are tributaries of temptation. Backwaters and bogs of badness and baloney, shoals of evil, and ye know and I know where most of these foul polluted waters come from. They are the evil polluted foul waters of booze and dope that come out of our local loggers watering holes and come cascading down the corridors of our college campuses. Say amen. Amen. Oh friends and neighbors, you would not know it to gaze upon me here today, but I too once befouled myself with these noxious substances. Oh, I did! I did. I laved my larynx with the liquors of the Lord of Darkness. I sucked down the satanic smokes of sin, and I popped the pills and powders of perdition. I did. I did, but then... One morning, after a horrible night, I gazed up through the cloud of my chemical confusion and me thought me saw a little angel, a beautiful little angel like a little bird with skinny little bird legs and she was circling around and she saying, just say no my son, just I said no! And higher yet above her, methought me saw her mate, And he was circling around, and he was saying, Just say, I didn't know. I can't be sure of that. I am sure, however, that the message of this winsome angel sank into my heart and took root there. And I say no to everything. Contra-Aid, Lipton's tea, Spearmint gum, the whole shot. Friends and neighbors, you know, when you drink whiskey, you're just doing the work of the devil. And what are the wages going to be this? The wages of sin or death? Are you going to wait for wages like that? Say no! No! Oh, neither do I want you to drink of the foamy rivers of Henry's beer, for even Henry's beer is tap for the devil's own eternal damnation. Oh, would you drink beer for Jesus? Drink beer for... No, don't drink beer, Jesus, my God. Would you get so high that you'd stagger into the light of the Lord? Bud Light? Not Bud Light, no. I say, friends and neighbors, we would all be far better off if we took all the whiskey and all the wine and all of the beer and threw it into the Columbia River, say amen! Amen! If we took the smokes of satanic sin and threw them into the rivers, say Amen! Amen! If we take all the pills and powders of perdition and threw into the river, and then ladies and gentlemen, brethren and sister, when this holy work is done.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=2862.45,3055.52"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/18","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 8:\u003c/strong\u003e And everybody laughed and the birds woke up and commenced to sing and the hazelnuts got more and more perfect and the buttermilk just rolled down the hill. Thanks a lot.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3120.52,3153.63"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/19","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 4:\u003c/strong\u003e Do you want? Oh, no doubt.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3359.27,3360.03"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/20","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 5:\u003c/strong\u003e Of all students from one year to the next on the F-CAT administration. For this.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3364.01,3373.15"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/21","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e District. You know around you know full of, uh, uh... A WIMP!","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3373.48,3388.58"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/22","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 3:\u003c/strong\u003e Thank you.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3401.15,3401.53"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/23","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e Kind of sounds like, you know, cyberbeats.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3412.21,3414.33"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/24","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 2:\u003c/strong\u003e ...The schools, their accountability for what...","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3418.38,3422.74"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/25","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 6:\u003c/strong\u003e Oh hey, listen, I uh...","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3436.62,3437.66"},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/26","type":"Annotation","motivation":"transcribing","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"\u003cstrong\u003eSpeaker 5:\u003c/strong\u003e Some others.","format":"text/plain"},"target":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396#t=3442.89,3443.17"}]},{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874","type":"AnnotationPage","label":{"en":["English [Transcript]"]},"items":[{"id":"https://uoregon.aviaryplatform.com/collections/1635/collection_resources/71443/file/157396/transcript/89874/annotation/27","type":"Annotation","motivation":"subtitling","body":{"type":"TextualBody","value":"https://d9jk7wjtjpu5g.cloudfront.net/file_transcripts/associated_files/000/089/874/original/trint_Coll427_misc_0003_transcript.vtt?1770834446","format":"text/vtt","language":"en"},"target":"https://d9jk7wjtjpu5g.cloudfront.net/file_transcripts/associated_files/000/089/874/original/trint_Coll427_misc_0003_transcript.vtt?1770834446"}]}]}]}