Is the Collegian ever going to be published online again? It is the same damn page from this summer still.

Lee who?

I either have to assume that this -- While there were many highlights to the week long trip, the [White House] Fellows were especially appreciative of Lee Nunn. Aside from assisting with planning and logistics, Lee also introduced the Fellows to wild jumping salmon and the grizzly bears who love to eat them ... He told stories ranging from his tour in Vietnam to his fellowship in the Nixon administration and beyond. Yes, Fellows…There is life after the fellowship. With his actions, Lee set a high bar for this class as it transitions to alumni status. -- is not our Lee Nunn. Or I have to believe that he's taken his "mama bear" powers and chosen to use them for a chummy, lets-all-sing-a-chorus-of-he's-a-jolly-good-fellow type evil.

Lee, if you're going to betray us for evil, it better not be a salmon-watching trip for some suits. Also, I demand stories ranging from your time with Nixon to your days in 'Nam.

And Dave says, "Yatchs?"


Photo by Tony Gonzalez

Congratulations to Lukey2Beers, who is/is-going-to-be a father.

Thank you, Molly Moore. "The thorn in your hangover is a wild rose from Ireland."

The Scoop on the Beat house

We've moved out. Can't find enough people. Jon D. and I live at 219 N. Manning. Chase and Econ live at Parkplace. Dylan's at home with cancer. August is lost in a sea of registration tables, residence unknown.

Hard times have befallen Guertin, who is charging us around a thousand dollars worth of damages.

The flag, pictures and door are secure.

Gentlemen,

I am more than a little drunk....

I miss ya'll.

So it goes.

"I've always been mellow."
"I'm as confused as you are."
"I think the problem is, basically, we've totally outgrown the two-party system."
          - Chuck D., talking to me tonight.

Anderson Cooper is a total nutrug.

I just bought a "new" car. I'm going to drive it home and totally destroy it in a misguided attempt to convert it to run on waste vegitable oil. I don't have Bob's number or else I would call him so that he can laugh at me. If, by some freak accident, it happens to work, then I'll be taking a cross country trip in September if anyone is free and feels like getting lost and stranded in the desert. -HARVY

I got a job here.

When is graduation or any parties thereafter? I might be able to stop by if it is May 11-17.

"But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before."

Vonnegut is dead.



So it goes.

Mais nous étions hypes.

Malitia reboot

A: "We never get invited to potluck dinners."
L:(doing impression of potential potluck dinner host) "'They tell fat jokes...'"
A:(also doing impression of potential potluck dinner host) "'Their conversation is peppered with racial slurs.'"

-laughing-

*smack*
L:"And that, honey, is why you don't mess with the WARRIOR! YEAH!"

Desperate Times...

So it goes... the Beat once again appears to be on the brink of collapse.




If you were concerned about a violation of tradition, I understand. For all I know, it might be a big feast day, and the high-church folk can drink. But it's not about drinking. Well, maybe it is a little (or a lot).

The situation is three members are moving on. And the landlord wants some names, and I haven't got any. And there's still some uncertainty about Dylan and August. I was about to wash my hands of the place, but I was convinced to give things another try.

I'm going to use this party to reassert the Beat ethos into the community here. Hopefully, I can attract some new members to help carry on.

If some of you were planning to come, and you assumed it would take place in late April or early May, condolences. But if you are free, come on the 9th.

I'd like to organize a cross-continental expedition to Cape Disappointment (1, 2, 3, 4).

Fuck your grief.

1. The record label is "Fat Fish Music".
2. The babies look scared as shit (especially the one on the left), like there's a douchebag from Full House hovering over them or something.
3. Why is he sleeping in a bed in a New Mexico adobe palace court yard?
4. The black choir is just gratuitous.
5. That guy playing bongos is so into it.
6. Is that a monastery they're in?
7. And he's naked in the there with the babies.
8. They're not even going into a bath or anything.
9. Oh, Beach Boys.
10. I like the "goof off" moments.
11. He's wearing white jean overalls at one point.
12. And trapped in a film strip.
13. 2:06, I think they show the baby's genitals. No, I wasn't looking. Shut the fuck up.
14. That keyboard player has a sweet vest.
    

As I recall, the door was first signed in 2000, or maybe 2001. It's filled up a bit in 6 or 7 years.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kancho

Jack says everyone must see this before they die: