From the leaked script of Oliver Stone's movie about George Bush, an oddly Beat scene:

After being accepted to Harvard Business School, W. downs a pint of Wild Turkey, drives onto the lawn of his parents' Washington, D.C., home, and challenges his daddy to a boxing match.

George Sr. is pretty reasonable: "My advice to you—go to an AA meeting."

George W. is pretty adolescent: "Thank you, Mr. Perfect. Mr. War Hero. Mr. Fucking-God-Almighty."

I just clicked "edit page" under the disambiguation page for "the beat" and added a quick line. It will probably be gone tomorrow. Maybe I'll assign it as homework or extra credit next semester. Ah the joys of having sla.. Students.

Hello everyone, this is my son, Ezra.



Also, I would like to second Dave's Wikipedia and Flickr suggestions. I also think we should get together in the Midwest in August, or at least all make it to the next Beat reunion Silliman's wedding.


Also, I liked how most people that were at the Beat and didn't live there could never really tell who lived there, like it didn't matter.

Also, have you guys heard of bershon? photos here

Welcome to the new American Police State.

I wish more communities had people like John Adams.

"Love, Marital Aids and Forgiveness"
or
"The Longest Beat Post Ever"

I.

The history of love, The Beat and Dave Frank will have begun five years ago this November, a little more than two years before the Crunk Party and roughly a year following my institutionalization.

From a 2003 post by Will:

"Dave Frank is the man I hate to love. I'm not at all kidding when I call him a Gary or say he's the biggest tool I know."
-Will

"I can't put my figure on what kind of idiot Dave Frank is exactly. He's like a posing poser who hates the posers. It's like 'The personality traits I stole from someone else are cool, but yours suck. And not just cuz its different.'"
-Prosp3ct

"[I]f any one ever figures out Dave Frank, I am afraid we are going to have to kill them and their family lest this information get out [and] the universe implode."
-Lee

"As I just wrote on my blog, the world has a mixed opinion about Dave Frank. God sees both sides of the issue."
-Silliman

"Every day I drive past a gas station called 'Prospect Service Station.' Even though I have never met Prosp3ct, not do I know his real name, he seems the kind of fellow who would get 'The Cute' seal of approval. I am not so certain the same could be said about Dave, however."
-Sarah Hempel

But, as we all know, the love grew, and I often feel what Silliman described the summer before the Beat Class of 2006 entered its senior year.



II.

1.) I know it's been called for before, but does someone who is less lazy than me want start a Beat wikpedia entry? I promise to participate in resulting hijinks.

2.) Does someone know how to start an online Beat photo album where anyone of us can add shit? Maybe you can do it on flickr, I don't know because I don't have an account.

I can do a photo blog or whatever, but I didn't know what was the best way. There's tons of Beat pictures and memorabilia on facebook, this blog and spread around the internet (and inside Beatnik bedroom drawers which often share space with Eastern European pornography collections).

It would be nice to have all that stuff available in one place for posterity and women seeking marital aids.

3.) Can we update the links to the blogs that don't work? Obviously this is contingent on there being new blogs to replace the old ones, but send Will the link if you got one.

4.) Is there any other Beatniks or known associates (i.e. Luke, Hugger, Green) who have blogs we should link to?

5.) Could Will or whoever put up a picture of the house where the list of current Beat residents now is? Or/also maybe make a list that has each year the Beat was alive with the guys living there at the time.

6.) Can anyone think of an epigraph to be included in an award-winning account of The Beat that will be written by a precocious graduate student during the literary revival of the mid-21st century?

7.) August, I got your call Friday but was at work and then was walking around Virginia City yesterday and I don't get coverage there because my phone sucks. I'll call you today.


III.

This reminds me that it's time for all Beatniks to forgive each other.



It's very late in the West.



"Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland where you're madder than I am/ I'm with you in Rockland where you must feel very strange."

-Ginsberg

Before a crazy mob?

beatnik questionnaire

Dylan Lindgren, 30 March 1985 - 8 March 2008

At 4:30am, Dylan "EZ D" Lindgren passed away after a prolonged battle against Hodgkin's lymphoma.

May he rest in peace.

Mea culpa.
Apologies for the sudden disappearance of comments. In attempting to restore access to the archives, HaloScan stuff disappeared. I still have a copy of the old, now defunct, template, if somebody better than I am with HTML and CSS wants to give it a go. In the meantime, there's always Blogger-powered commenting?

The Collegian featured The BEAT this past week. Check it out here.

Gentlemen, I am engaged.

So it goes.

A ring was produced from the hand of a naked and trembling and kneeling Jon Gibbons about two weeks ago. We're both very happy.

Not even kidding, Jon's long-lost brother:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=21684047

I watched this video a lot as a young Baptist.
Jon might recall it as well.

Carmen
"Satan Bite the Dust"

Nerd questions.

1.) Has anyone found a good continental philosophy blog?

2.) Does anyone know of a group that advocates nonviolence resistance in opposition to American bases around the world? I'm not just asking because I'm trying to speed up the looming battle between Lee Nunn and myself.

I definitely have these moments of, "Am I an adult now?" We have guest towels. You know ... Amber has these towels I'm not allowed to use unless we have guests over. When guests come over we get them out. That seems like that's a pretty big sign. But then, you know, we drank two cases of PBR this weekend.

        - Lee Nunn on the existential problem of guest towels

Also, what the fuck is everyone up to?

Place, profession and a given experience. Maybe a current or recent book.

Me.

-Carson City, Nevada.
-Reporter, writer.
-Me and Jen went sledding on a mountain near Lake Tahoe this Saturday and made a snow sculpture of a giant penis.
-"Amerika" by Kafka.

This documentary rocked my sack. It's the same guy who did "Hoop Dreams."

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0334416/
http://www.steviethemovie.com/

I just want to say, in response to Juno (excellent film)...We liked the Moldy Peaches before they were hip.

Who's got the crack?

Totally unsupported caucus predictions:

Obama beats Clinton, but within the margin of error. Edwards, not knocked out, joins forces with Richardson. Kusinich claims victory, no one knows for what, and Shirley MacClaine agrees.

McCain gets a surge, though not a win. Huckabee takes it, leaving the party split between McCain and Huckabee. Limbaugh gets mad, Huckabee becomes the GOP version of Howard Dean, and Romney takes the nomination. Gulliani says something something 9/11 something terrorists win.

At least one Ron Paul supporter, possibly while tagging the side of the tallest building in Iowa, is shot by a police officer. He will later claim to have been attacked by UN-sponsored riot police.

Forgotten Google bomb

Even though I once, very solemnly and symbolically, flipped off the tower. Even though I fought with the administration and the dean of men called me nasty names. Even though I disagreed w/ all sorts of things about Hillsdale. I really never meant to come out at the top of this google seach.