Is someone on here responsible for the "You Are Beautiful" on University Avenue?

More importantly, there's going to be a Mobile Disco Tuesday night. A Mobile Disco is a British thing where a bunch of people show up in a public place with their iPods, walkmans, discmans etc. and dance to their own music. It's going to be at 10 p.m. Tuesday May 16 ( Read more... )

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Props to my homeboy Lorien (aka Deep Erudition in Mathematica) for that line at the poetry slam last night. And for the poem about a parasitic fluke that lives in the digestion of cows. See, these flukes start out inside ants, and to get into cows, they compell the ants to climb blades of grass while the sun is up and sit at the tip, all day, ( Read more... )

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Joshua Ellis on The Grim Meathook Future:I have discovered something: We all are fucked. And when I say “we” I mean “you and me and everyone we know and Colin Farrell and Matisyahu and all the contestants on American Idol and pretty much everybody else, too,” and when I say fucked, I mean proper fucked. Like, the-first-day-of-prison fucked ( Read more... )

It's been raining today. The world smells like life

I'd like to take a moment away from writing an article about it to tell you folks the Monkey Ball is this Saturday. It's Theatre UAF's semi-annual bash, and this year is going to be especially crazy. The color-theme this year is two-toned costumes like the ones jesters wear, and in addition to ( Read more... )

It snowed a fuck of a lot last night. Or slushed really -- it was 31 degrees. Still several inches of slush, gone from most everywhere when I woke up at 1:30 (I had a long night. Fuck off).

It was funny to watch the people at the Marlin freak out about it. "It's snowing! But it's the last week of April ( Read more... )

"The burlesque existentialist is a stock character of the popular imagination, dressed in black and uttering gnomic assertions about life and the universe."

The phrase "burlesque existentialist" does not make me imagine the bleak goth existentialist stereotype. It makes me think of hot girls in very little clothing dancing about while singing ( Read more... )

"Lanky works with powertools" day. But at least the door to my outhouse actually closes now ( Read more... )

Dammit.

But on antibiotics and cold medicine, I persevere.

I think I'll write a poem about it all, full of metaphors involving war and video games and Legos, and read it at the slam on Monday.