You are not a button.

Well, there go the early comments. Had to happen eventually. Good thing we've got the built-in ones now. Unfortunately, I was not foresighted enough to believe this blog would really last more than a year, but here we are.

Oh, Scho Bowl. So crazy. So awesome.

So I, figuring I had nothing better to do, just spent 7 hours at the Von Steuben tournament. In fact, it was, the college student who gets up at noon whenever possible, who had to wake Casey up. And so I drove there to drop off Casey and say hi, and well, one thing led to another and I was coaching the B team.

“You guys can’t think of yourselves as the B team. That’s too negative. From now on this is Team A-2.”

They went 1-4… but they are improving. A-team [theme song goes here] went 5-0 in the morning, brilliantly led by Nathanial Ross, with such notable performers as All-Star, Crazy Pete, Jaybird, The Incomparable Mr. Smith, etc. They came within one question of beating Wheaton North, too. It was Ramadan all over again. But if you ever need to know, the ore zinc comes from is sphalerite. Of course, that helped no one, so it was just a buzzer-race on “atomic number 30”. But anyway: Sphalerite = Zinc. Anyway, congrats to the Scho-Bowl team for an excellent performance, and for suitably carrying on our legacy. And a big shout out to Mr. Draski.

So, somewhat at the inspiration of Tonerblog, I’ve just been looking at our early archives. Damn, there’s some crazy stuff back there, if I do say so. And an extremely long argument between Alex and I about my status as a button. Also, love made me rather goofy. Whereas today, love mostly makes me twitchy and forlorn. Ah well. The Girl, though, is still beautiful.

Well, people are starting to get back, but we’re still missing some key players. Marty and I are establishing a terrible track record at event organization, but for convenience, I will blame everything on Kevin “The Mexican” Altier, if only because he’s not in the country to defend himself. Even so, Kevin “The Mexican” Altier is much preferable to The Mexican, which came up during my brief run-in with Kevin and Marty on Friday (during which I managed to drive to a geographically similar, but totally wrong, location which was not in any way a movie theatre). Sweeney really wanted to throw stones, understandably, but, alas, there were none immediately available, despite our being at the Quarry.

Also, hopefully I’ll deliver the first of a new series of rants before Christmas.

Semi-final point: The Kinks are good. I was mostly unaware of them, but The Village Preservation Society is a damn good album.
“We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety”



Finally, on the continuing theme of "What the fuck, America?". Words fail me.

"We’re goin’ home"

Well, I’m already home, as of Saturday. And awaiting the massive influx of people this weekend, and ensuing madness. However, being home is good, except for leaving the mighty Funk-o-tron in my dorm room. Yes, my computer is named “Funk-o-tron.” It’s far mightier than the one I’m typing on. Anyway…

Being home is also a little strange. I have to get back out of the flow of dorm life. I feel weird eating meals for which I have not directly paid, for example. And having multiple rooms of living space… which is a good thing, actually. And no impending assignments, which is why I can do this.

Now, for those of you who envy me for the fact that I’m done with finals while yours are about to start, consider this: I have exactly as many finals weeks left as you do, thanks to the quarter system. I also invite anyone who so chooses to com down in early June and laugh at me. Actually, same thing goes for anyone still around the first couple weeks of January.

Also, a crazy man with a banjo will never disappoint for entertainment, especially when accompanied by acrobats. I speak, of course, of the indubitable Al Schorsch. In this case, Al was playing background music for a group of jugglers, balancers, and assorted ne’er-do-wells known as the Runaway Circus. I saw this on Friday at our very own Ida Noyes Hall, and it was most entertaining. Thence followed a set from Al and a band called the Grillers, which was also very good in a way that involves the occasional 80’s hit being played on a banjo, and actually working rather well.

Alright. Back to slacking off. But first to clarify my opening quote.

“You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home”
- Beatles, "Two of Us"
Not completely relevant, but hey, it's stuck in my head.

Well, I feel that I should make some sort of post. Since it has been awhile, although I don't believe I have anything too constructive to say.

Finals week crawls ever closer here at Grinnell as people are bogged down with papers and presentations. I have two finals and a paper to acccomplish before I arrive home in beautiful Berwyn on the 18th. I'm really looking forward to celebrating Christmas this year (seeing as I spent the last holiday season gettting an internal organ removed).

In other new, "Tulips are Better than One," is a hit on KDIC radio here at Grinnell College. I think last weeks show was particularly good, seeing as we had several people call in to compliment us. The blend of wacky talk interspliced with good music never fails.

Finally, the facebook has finally done something good for me. My best friend from grammar school recently got a facebook account, so all of the sudden we are back in touch after a long hiatus. It turns out that he has a radio show at DePaul. So that's pretty cool.

And now I must depart to Wal-Mart to buy things.