Friday, March 03, 2006

Danger on a too-cold Friday night
tom

Tom Waits doing a Cole Porter cover.

Animated Table Top Joe

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Nominations for the DBL?

Wednesday, March 01, 2006























Now you’re messin’ with a- (a son of a bitch!)
Now you’re messin’ with a son of a bitch.

Now you’re messin’ with a- (a son of a bitch!)
Now you’re messin’ with a son of a bitch.

Monday, February 27, 2006

I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole 'til I die...

Awkward? Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

What? Okay.

Tonight

The Beat

Balls to the Walls '06: A Crunk Party

Friday, February 24, 2006

If anybody doesn't know

1) There's a party here on Saturday.
2) All of August's new friend's are supposed to be here.
3) Dave's making the play list.
4) I think all of us seniors are gonna try to go to dinner at Broadlawn together (and maybe get Lee to go).

Sunday, February 19, 2006

August got picked up by ATO today.
Congratulations and good luck to a man who will always have home at The Beat.
When I try to say how I miss Lee, I end up describing him as the rug in the Big Lebowski.

He just, I'll say, made the house hang together.






So I'm the only one here this weekend who doesn't want to join ATO.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Oh yeah? Check out this shit.
My submission for the coolest page on Wikipedia: Henryk Batuta.

I want a tee-shirt that says Free Henryk Batuta!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Pointlessly interesting question of the day:

If the only political choices were Communism, Fascism, or Anarchism (as in the Spanish Civil War, e.g.), which would you choose?

Monday, February 06, 2006




Photos by Tony G.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

The Danger Cart
short version

So we took a cart, the thing Bob brought down and had been bumping around the basement, and Dave spray painted the sides with the word "DANGER." Except on one side he forgot the N. And Ryan made a mask, duct-taping the pointy end of a bleach bottle to two paper bowls. It kind of looks like a mouse. He cut out eye holes drew red flames and taped it to the front of the cart.

So then last night we took it and pushed each other to parties yelling "Danger Cart!" And then at the parties we made people come outside and see it and if they didn't seem impressed enough we said it's a danger cart.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Ancestor to the Danger Cart.

As much as I would like to, I don't know enough to retell last night's escapades through a Hellenic lens.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

For Gibbons:
"He was injured, injured bad."

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Who's your favorite Jesus?


Friday, January 20, 2006

Life at The Beat; or, The Day After I Met the Whole Sick Crew


Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Update:
to what extent we don't know all the words


The house is mostly back in order. The kitchen, bathroom and foyer/mail room all clean, and maybe as clean as they've ever been, and new light bulbs up and on. Thanks to those who helped and the rest of you owe us. Ryan's room is sweet and bigger than either Jared or Lee ever realized.

The place is mostly back to normal, w. classes started today and a chill party a few days ago complete with a banjo-led sing-a-long of Wagon Wheel and Who's Got the Crack (because none of us know all the words). It it feels a little empty, though, as we realize to what extent Lee really was larger than life.


A poem for the vegatarians amoung us:

Language comes from meat. Without meat,
There’s no language. It’s too obvious.

Meaty words shaped and rolled by a meaty tongue,
Such as tender, juicy or sliced, for example, would be
Meaningless without the muscles, tendons and fat
That wrap around bones. Words such as dead, lovely,
Haggard, touch, desire or satisfaction. Further,

Everyday language is overstuffed with meat.
Don’t you slander my meat. A piece of meat,
She turned down such prime meat.
          - Linh Dinh

Sunday, January 15, 2006

A very merry fuck you to Gunner, Bob, etc. for graciously destroying our house after Silliman worked his ass off cleaning it up. Passive-aggressive? Yes and fuck you.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

How often do you get to launch 250,000 bouncey balls on San Francisco?

Note: My sister and her friends, touring Europe last fall, bounced a dozen of these all over Paris, with one guy getting thrown out of Napoleon's tomb for talking about bouncing one off the marble.