Saturday, December 24, 2005

Early Christmas Eve

"So I've been wearing a viking helmet and smoking cigarettes and shooting August with an airsoft gun. It practically is a party. Except all the beer bottles are empty." -- Silliman

Friday, December 23, 2005

August, after waking up from a 20-hour nap:

"I had this dream where you, me, Dan Greene, Jack Hittenger, a terrier and Tom Waits were trashing Saga. Jack was apparently feeling vindictive and kept shouting that we were doing "random acts of terrierism" and then Dan Greene hit him. Tom Waits kept talking in his weird-ass voice about how he had done this stuff for 20 years."
Indeed, what is dada?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


The thing about living with just August - with the rest of you off Happy Holidaying - is that one day he'll appear and be saying "what's for dinner" and give you a 20 minute discussion of Weber on Melville and then you won't see him again for days. It's weird, the sporaticness. And also his mom kinda freaked me out.

Is there any consensus on the prefered late-December holiday(s) well-wishing from the Beat? Merry X-kwananukkamas?

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

So not true

"Undergrad presentations are no place for experimentations in slant rhyme."
        - Dan Greene

Monday, December 12, 2005

Microsoft Office has given me an early dose of home.

Spellcheck is apparently set on appalachian mode--below is the sentence it suggested:

"With them fingers close my eyes."

Ryan, I order you to write a song.

P.S. I just spellchecked this message; spellcheck doesn't recognise itself.

Oh the void.

Friday, December 09, 2005

I had a dream...

that we started this club were we sat around and watched videos of suicide bombers all day and Dave kept saying, "well, at least we're not those guys!"

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Not only is the Void staring is also making funny faces.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Courtesy of Farnham: a slogan off.

Current idea at the Beat: write ourselves and/or the Beat into Wikipedia.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Gibs, after some sort of revelatory experience involving a buggy and train, is starting a counter movement. The Beat will soon be devided into two factions - The Voids and The Absurds.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The void

"Picture a number of men in chains, and all condemned to death; each day some are strangled in the sight of the rest; those who remain see their own condition in that of their fellows, looking at one another with sorrow and without hope, each awaiting his turn. This is the picture of the condition of man."
        - Pascal

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Evan's Fingers Be Lightning, John's Drums Be a Cannon, and Kyle's Bass Blows Our Collective Asses Out

An acrid pall is hanging over our basement, thick with a loathesome doom. It smells of beer, melted tubes and fire. Like a war. Like a firefight. The whole house is hemorrhaging sound as Midnight Special rocks the revolution.

Two double-deuces of Steel Reserve is cheaper than a forty, FYI.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

The summit of void is insurmountable.
Since posting Toothpaste for Dinner comics seems to be the flavor of the week, here's one for the beat.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Blackout '05
Beatniks in the dark.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Everyone at The Beat is losing their respective minds. Man to watch for the upcoming week: Jon.

House Neurosis Poll:

Friday, November 11, 2005

Somewhere in Japan....

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Testing testing...

Can you smoke caffine? Apparently, no one's tried and we don't know.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Why are cell phones great? So your roommate can call you from the bathroom and ask you to bring him TP.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Nominations on best costume of the night?

Saturday, November 05, 2005

You should read John McNamara's blog.
Crunk Fix
I've been layin' down some tracks with a buddy.
AETz: The heaviest bombs in Japan since Nagasaki.

Thursday, November 03, 2005




spread the revolution, comrad!
Just to clear things up, the beatnick found passed out in random house, was found passed out in random frat house. On the pot (not the rag). And he also blew chunks. He blew chunks at the presidents house. On the presidents lawn.
So, August made a zing tonight. Not a burn, not a burn pshhhh, and certainly not a burn third degree pshhhh. We talked about it, and his comment "they are descent" in response to my comment that people have sex with the dead all the time.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Can we invite this guy to one of our parties?

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

"Ohhhhh, uterian Cock Block. 'The fruit of my loins shall not be corrupted by your seed, be gone!'" Lee's description of my date last saturday.

Monday, October 31, 2005

August: Are you hung over?
Lee: No.
August: Well you're drinking water...

Monday, October 24, 2005

Lee and Jon, in a contest to describe the Beat

the sketch
el sketcherino
sketched up
sketchtastic 7000

Lee: We also make up funny words.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Friday night review:

One beatnik AWOL, found next morning passed out in random house.

Five people passed out in the living room.

At least two beatniks barfing their guts up.

One beatnik maced in the face for touching member of the same sex in their "bathing suit area."

PS. one Beat Pledge barfing the next morning...light weight.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

I thought I'd pass this on

If anyone is interested besides me...

My Morning Jacket and Kathleen Edwards in concert at St. Andrews next Tuesday (25th). Kathleen is like a Canadian Lucinda Williams. She's very good - I'd say she's nearly as good as Lucinda, which is saying something. MMJ is Neil Young playing Radiohead awash in reverb. More info HERE. Cost = $15

Broken Social Scene is also playing at the Majestic Theater in Detroit on the 27th, but I'm at home then.

Take it to the streets!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Coming soon to theaters everywhere in Kresge

You wouldn't have thought so, but the very blue top-hat-and-monocle-wearing hippo head is indeed the exact image of Mark Twain.

Other excellent scenes from the five minute Mark Twain midterm film shot by beatniks on location this evening were the Tarintino and Guantanamo inspired tourture scene backed by a washed out American flag in the basement, the half-staff show down where da Profane Frank (in cowboy hat) was shot down dead (at least) five times, and the very popular hippo head/Twain dance sequence where Twain finds his life purpose in, quote, loving your mama.

So while supplies last and all that.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

If TFing was the most popular form of intimacy, the world would be a kinder place for August.

Saturday, October 15, 2005


New Party Trick: wearing a giant costume hippo head with a top hat and a monocle. See Lee at a party for further details.

In other news Ryan seems to have a toady.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Fighting the good fight for pigritia victoria

Prosp3ct: How go things on the beat front?
Silliman: um... latin, ghostbusters, hockey, a paisley shirt, with dishes laying around the living room.
Prosp3ct: In that order?
Silliman: pretty much.
Prosp3ct: Very well. Carry on soldier.
Silliman: Yes sir.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Where weirdness reins

August is ironically calling himself "Captain Alcoholic."

Ryan says genetics is obviously bunk because if there are genetics then how come his two scientist parents didn't give him the pass-chemistry-and-physics-easy-with-an-A gene? Huh?

Lee's driving to Wisconsin for a wedding of someone he doesn't know.

Jon and Dave just got back from "cleaning the House of the Lord."

I'm scrounging the internet for technical and scholarly articles on Artificial Intellegence.

I haven't seen Harvy in days. I think he's hiding.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

The Beat got an honorable mention in the Collegian's best places to party. Apparently our parties are "very chill, pants optional."

Monday, September 26, 2005

I Swore a RUMBLING OATH to Abandon My Xanga

New's been around. Here's the link.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Over Jordan, over home

Last night we discovered a common appreciation for black gospel music, the old spirituals and so forth. Or maybe we just feel manly when we sing that low. Anyway none of us apparently know one whole song, but one of these days we're going to have Spirituals-Hymn-sing, with maybe a late slide into Johnny Cash. The lyrics - including Old Time Religion, Go Down Moses, Glory Glory Hallelujah, 'Zekial Saw the Wheel, I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger & Swing Low Sweet Chariot - are all here.

Speaking of the south, August "I hate you all" Stafford (who wasn't man enough to wear a Chester A. Arthur for even a day) thinks the Beat should get a deep frier so we can enjoy Elvis's beloved deep fried peanut butter and banana sandwhiches.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Mmmm--What Siliman meant to say was as follows:

Watching Blood

Watching Corpse

Getting Krunk't

Raiding the Mu Alpha Party and Stealing Foods

And Smoking Free Hookahs at the Arabic Party

... more to follow.
A Friday evenin' of culture (Hillsdale style)

2 - Group house cleaning by the whole sick crew.
6 - Viewing of a La Jete-styled (student) film starring Mr. Gibbons.
9 - Polka music at the Annex with, as Honey Bear said, dancing depending on pre-partying.
12 - Drinks and music at the funeral home.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

To those who may be interested:

Lucinda Williams in Ann Arbor on Oct. 2.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Finer details of demonology

Nunn: If Satan really possesed Emily Rose... Wait. Wasn't he called Lucifer before the fall?
Silliman: Yeah.
Nunn: So if he's calling himself Lucifer then like he's not really.
Silliman: Well he might still call himself Lucifer.
Nunn: Shit, I thought I had him.
Silliman: You gotta remember, Lee, he's the Father of Lies.
Nunn: Damn.

The Beat.


Be there!

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Just so everyone is forewarned. I have a video camera this year. I plan to tape some, if not all, of the crazy shit that goes down at the beat. Any copies of these recordings must be hidden away, only to be shown at Beat gatherings, or to get some. Unles Boy Wonder starts running for political office. Then we may use them, collectivly, as a house, to black mail said boy wonder, who ever he may be. Typing drunk is hell. I see that Jon and I have missed the first No Pants Party, so I will post a picture from Scotland.


Thursday, August 25, 2005

SPREAD THE WORD: Party at the Beat Saturday. Chilling and jaming to ensue 9ish.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Inaugural links for the 1st day of classes

History of the tee shirt.

How to sacrifice a goat.

Apocalyptic squirrels.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

I guess Amanda and I are...broken up...or something...on a break (maybe). I dunno, but I guess that was the last thing that was coming between sharing some tender, homoerotic moments in the same room with August this semester. See you all on the 21st. There are some pictures from the final Greybyrds show on my shit-ass xanga.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Peter Jennings is dead.

There goes the "liberal media."

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Sssst. Burn!

As much as I was demanding a monkey, I'm willing to admit that even an Elvis-impersonating monkey would not liven up weeknights at The Beat like a couple of Lee's lasers and gernades.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Breaking news: RoboRyan is off campus.

Time to move a bed into the Turkish prison?

Sunday, July 24, 2005

I'm AmTraking whatever trains of thought were present before this post.

I will freely admit I am pretentious. In fact, for no apparent reason,

The List of Things Deemed Bourgeoise:
-The Grateful Dead
-Discussing Music
-Those Damn T-Shirts with Things Like "I Have Issues" Written Upon Them
-Debating about Music
-The Internet
-The Term "Bourgeoise"
-The Expression That Something Is "The New Black"
-Gene Wilder
-Art Garfunkel (the files for both "incredibly redundant" and "terrifically useless" were already full)
-Sex (although this falls more into the "passe" category)

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

'God used me as hammer, boys'

Ethical question: how sappy does a friend have to get before it's okay that you just have to punch him in the head?

Ryan, I'm talkin' to you.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Silliman, I find it very amusing that this is one of the first results when google image searching your name. It is not until much later in the search that you find this picture of you (looking very much like my aunt's former lover) or this one of you looking very kalifornia (notice how I spell it with a K, thereby making myself cool).

And if I have anything to say about it, this will be the new top result!

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Where monkies are born every minute

I was thinking about Lee's monky, the one he doesn't have and is not bringing to the Beat. Too bad, I was thinking, a monkey'd be cool.

Heyman once had us all in stitches and all the smoking SAGA workers whispering wow with his description of how he was going to have a monkey and a turtle (working as a team). I know certain beatnik's would rather have a manatee, but really, where are we going to keep a manatee and could we fend off the attacking boat motors?

And if we can't have a manatee, we should have a monkey.

And then I was thinking, holy monky noir! Our own dear Finite is constantly tripping over to see his JewishMother in where?

Baraboo WI.

And what's in Baraboo WI?

The world flipping head quarters of the Barnum and Baily Bros. Big Top Circus. I mean, they're probably practically giving monkies away.
Today I drew a keg in CAD. Then I drew the Beat. Much amusement was had.

...and I just crashed my computer trying to figure out how many kegs we could fit in the Beat.

PS. I don't think I'm suppose to have CAD installed on my computer.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Strange, but I miss you guys.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Yesterday, a man in the gas station was complaining about the new cigarette tax here in Kentucky. He is apparently going to switch to Ky's Best from Camels because, he "refuses to pay more than $3 for a pack of smokes." After handing the cashier $2.05, he walked out of the store a happy man with a pack of smokes.

Eat your hearts out.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Confrontation time ...

You have a problem, Gibbs, and its time to admit it.

We're your friends, we're here to help.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

I bought a monkey today..., not really but it was the only cool thing I could think of saying...

Party on, rock out, peace, etc.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Reflections on the weekend, anyone?
Beat Announcements:

Announcement the first:
This coming Tuesday, May the Third, Anno Domine Two-Thousand and Three will be held at the beat Ye Olde annual Toga Partae.

Announcement the second:
This coming Friday, May the Sixth, Anno Domine Two-Thousand and Three will be held at the beat the annual "That ain't poetry it's just noise" Beatnik Party.

Announcement the third:

I can't find that gallon of Everclear, which we should not allow into the wrong hands (Whiskey Kate).

Monday, April 25, 2005

"If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind."
-Kurt Vonnegut

ah, finals...

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Your sorry ass is mine, Fleidermaus!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Cold pizza and gourmet coffee make a delightful breakfast and an energizing start to the day...especially when your day starts at 1 in the afternoon.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

This morning/afternoon we were reminded that the front porch of the Beat is equiped with a doorbell. We were very excited.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Lou Reed, David Bowie, or Iggy Pop, and why.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Important Question:

Are the Beat members more like the Avengers, the Fantastic Four (despite numerical issues, naturally) or the X-men (If you need me to explain why we're not like the Justice League, you obviously should not be posting).

Friday, February 18, 2005

Party at the Beat Friday. Why? les raisons trois:

Reason the first (and foremost, incidentally): Just 'cause.

Reason the second: Dr. Dre was born today in 1965

Reason the third: It's either a coming-out party for my head, or a going-away party for my hair.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

So, I'm watching the movie rendition of William Golding's Lord of the Flies...oh the irony.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005


A few notes.

1) Wazoo has a blog. Check it out.

2) Seraphim is engaged.

3) Rome is cool.

4) Are my movies still at the Beat? If there's a whole bunch of old movies, they're mine. I'll come get them, sometime, some way, some how.

That is all.