Turns out the I Hate Eugene t-shirts aren't as free as they used to be. Our distributor is asking for about 8 bucks a shirt, and they're all going to be green. If anyone still wants one, I'll put up the money now if you promise a sexual favor of equal or greater value. Hey, blatant chauvinism! One more reason to hate me. I'm going to need to ( Read more... )

Kyle is gone.

Yesterday, a freshman from my dorm died face down in a field. That evening, a tasteful vigil was held. His autopsy is being performed in Columbus today. By the end of the week, his father is coming up to collect the things from his room. Saturday is the semiformal; casual attire.

Ahem, an e-mail sent to my entire campus from anonymous conspirators ( Read more... )

The Wrens
March 12th
Maxwell's - Hoboken

Go?

So I put up a Jeff Goldblum is watching you poop flyer in a stall on my floor and now I'm inexplicably drawn to it when I need to take a shit. It's like that seminal actor materializes in all his nakedness to rudely peer down your pooper if you stare at the grainy black and white picture long enough. It's altogether eerie and motivating, ( Read more... )

I'm updating now because my English class is cancelled. A few of the professors are taking pity on the kids who waited on the longest ballot line in the history of the country (no joke). Walking back from the class I saw a lot of kids in tears, most dressed in all black after hearing Kerry conceded this morning. Through the walls I hear Rob ( Read more... )

I had a dream about Creation last night. All I can see is God's face moving over that of the water. As He passes, forms in the ocean are illuminated. They swim away from the light in fear, issuing only hints of their ghastly shape. He travels faster and faster, His robe begins to flap violently as shadows close in behind Him. Then Ben Affleck ( Read more... )

This week has been longer than most. It's like it sucked the life out of the other weeks and sits as one bloated, glaze-glowing roast with stuffing oozing out of its exhausted shell. I went to Interpol/Secret Machines in Columbus on Saturday evening. Secret Machines: Great, Interpol: Poo. As far as I can tell, there are two types of great music ( Read more... )

Yes, christ he exists. I spent an hour with my philosophy professor making that abundantly clear, but also distinguishing him from the reality of Descartes and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I managed to argue my B+ up to an A- with that hour. God, I'm fucking hardcore ( Read more... )