Lee and Jon, in a contest to describe the Beat

sketch
sketchy
the sketch
el sketcherino
sketchalicious
sketched up
sketchtastic 7000
sketchilliac
sketcherific
sketchzilla
sketchville
sketchburg
sketchopolis
sketchogo
sketchvestites
sketchfuzz

Lee: We also make up funny words.

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.

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

I Swore a RUMBLING OATH to Abandon My Xanga

New blog...well...it's been around. Here's the link.

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.

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.

To those who may be interested:

Lucinda Williams in Ann Arbor on Oct. 2.

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.

Homecoming.

The Beat.

Saturday.

Be there!

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.

Cheers,
HARVY

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

Inaugural links for the 1st day of classes

History of the tee shirt.

How to sacrifice a goat.

Apocalyptic squirrels.

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.