Yeeha!

Every good Beat will get to die to this song.

Thinking of all of you


This one is for August: The Male Gaze

This one is for all the Beats (w. props to Fr. Quinn and the holy VW): Acting out for God.

This one is for Dave, and that dream he had sophomore year: Fighting churches

Happy Holidays, lovers.

New address:
507 W. Third St., Apt. #1
Madison, IN 47250

Tele:
(812) 265-3684

getting closer...

The Narrows (formerly The Midnight Special), the current Beat band, at the Battle of the Bands. The judges apparently gave us perfect scores but we didn't get any crowd votes. I figured this would happen so I left right after we finished and started drinking at The Beat. All's well that ends well.

Here are some videos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_upXcJfnNUo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IE_KhGUMvUc

I know reposting comedic video clips from YouTube is lame, but this one stars John C. Reilly and has the phrase "no weiner" in it.

Justified like Timberlake, fellas.

Could one of you fine young gents with the celebrated tat' post a photo so I can make sure to have the right font?

Guys, it is time to bring back the debauch.

Who can remember when all The Beat guys were drunk in the same room? The only hang-over I've had in the last month I got drinking by myself in the living room. The point is that no Beat guy should ever have to get drunk in the living room alone. No Beat guy should ever have to drink alone period.

This is a sad and disappointing state of affairs. This is a pathetic and anti-climactic conclusion to a long legacy of drunken debaunchery. This is shameful. Something must be done.

Yes, we all are broke. But that's why they have cheap shit.

Yes, we all have classes. But In Pigritia Victoria.

Yes, we all have shit going on. But it's time to fuck that shit.

I have been the worst of us all, no doubt. But when I get back from work tonight I will be scouring for booze and drinking too much of what I find. Dylan, of course, deserves praise here for being the only one of us to keep up the pace.

In conclusion: guys, it is time to bring back the debauch.

Silliman, Dave, Harvy, Bob and Gibs, I need you guys to go to a tailor and get measured for tuxes (including shoe sizes). I think I've picked out the tuxes, complete with waistcoats and bowties.

Yes Bob, we're letting you wear a tux too and not the lovely bridesmaid dress I had originally suggested.















Festivities begin on the 29th with our rehearsal dinner at the bar...beer and nachos, need I say more?

I thought of you all when I saw this manatee fighting the void by doing the stupidest possible thing he could do. I tried to explain to my co-workers at the newspaper that the manatee, specifically the manatee smoking a cowboy-killer, was the mascot of my house at school and that Dave used to draw pictures of manatees and hang them up.

I don't think they understood.



For Christmas, we '06 grads should all pitch in $5 and adopt a manatee in the name of the Beat.

In Pigrattia Victoria,

I saw Broken Social Scene in Indianapolis last night and was struck by how much they rocked and how lead singer Kevin Drew looks like Evan.

The Nunn's latest family member, Guinness, a three year old rottweiler/pitbull that we got from the Humane Society yesterday.

"What do you mean, 'Why are you chillin' with hoes?' Read the New Testament, bitches."

-Jesus

By the way, we need to add to the "True Badasses" section the Rev. Quinn Mann.

At what point am I just being pretentious, as opposed to being informative, when I add "... in French" to the end of a sentence?

"I'm reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez in French."

"I'm delivering a lecture on Memphis Blues in French."

Incidentally, does anyone have any blues MP3s they could send me?
Jag.Gibbs@gmail.com

My life is ... something

Today I saw a banjo player, from some big country band I've never heard of, standing on a stage at an Army base underneath a giant giant American Flag, playing along to a CD of Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby."



I wasn't sure what the song was until Vanilla said "word to your mother." Then I remembered it from VH1's top 100 one hit wonders.

Lee,

If we ever get to the point where we don't like that tattoo, where we aren't comforted by it, we can change it to the Gabriel Garcia Marquez quote,

"'That's how it goes,' Ursula said, 'but not so much.'"

Or that could just get a spot on the other arm.

I find myself strangely comforted by having "So It Goes" tattood on my arm.