sorry for the almost three month absence. it kinda wasn't my fault for a long time though. my computer was broken. for some reason i could not log in to any website that required a password (ie, my bank account, paypal, ebay, email, blogspot). but peppy fixed it. i'm now using ubuntu as my operating system. it's much nicer.
i don't really have time to give a full recap of the past few months, but they've been pretty good. toni and i went to assateague island in june with ursula, von, maxine, and christal. the weather wasn't really so great (cold and windy) but we had fun anyway. bill and sam visited for a couple weeks from san francisco. it was good to see them again. bridget, jeremy, and gus also made an appearance in the 412 recently. always good to see them, even though their visit was much too short.
i started going to a men against patriarchy group. lots of interesting discussions. toni and i are also working on starting an anti-sexism/anti-patriarchy group that will be all-gender inclusive. so we're pretty excited about that.
toni and i have also been busily working on electronics and organizing our little collective/partnership to make everything run more smoothly and equitably.
i had a big hole in my tooth and ended up going to the dentist for the first time in about 10 years. he fixed it. but i found out that there are actually five holes in my teeth (i don't think that's too bad for not having a check up in so long). the dr fixed three of them in my first visit. he actually drilled the whole way through one of my incisors from front to back. i could feel my lip with my tongue through the hole. that was weird. and i'm going to get two more fillings in a couple weeks. i guess it's finally time to start flossing.
as i'm typing this, we're getting ready to take a greyhound to erie. should be a nice time. but i'm going to have to wrap this up. the next blog update will not be too far in the future...and it will have pictures. i promise.
bye bye
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
all the young boys, they are dressing like sailors
toni is now working on electronics with me. she started the other day by learning how to make contact microphones (pictures below). they are the easiest thing that i currently make, so she picked up on it right away. soon, she'll move on to making some shaker boxes (aluminum enclosures with a contact mic so that you can amplify the sound of whatever you shake inside them). i think toni will catch up with me in no time. she's really smart, so she'll probably even pass me by. it's a lot of fun to work with her on this stuff. i think she's excited about it, too. i'm glad we're finally doing this. josh said he's still interested, as well. i don't know when he'll want to start, though.
i also just finished building a guitar synth for this guy who contacted me through ebay. he's paying me $370 plus shipping to do it. it's a pretty good deal...for me, that is. the parts probably cost about $150. but it is the most complicated thing i've made so far. i'm really happy that it works because it took a long time to put together. i think i'm going to start making these regularly and selling them on ebay. if i can manage to sell one a week, i'll be doing pretty well. here's a stock photo of what i made. i didn't build an enclosure because the guy i made it for is going to do it himself (which is good, because i'm not very adept at woodworking).
*added a new non-cool warning sign to previous post.
i also just finished building a guitar synth for this guy who contacted me through ebay. he's paying me $370 plus shipping to do it. it's a pretty good deal...for me, that is. the parts probably cost about $150. but it is the most complicated thing i've made so far. i'm really happy that it works because it took a long time to put together. i think i'm going to start making these regularly and selling them on ebay. if i can manage to sell one a week, i'll be doing pretty well. here's a stock photo of what i made. i didn't build an enclosure because the guy i made it for is going to do it himself (which is good, because i'm not very adept at woodworking).
*added a new non-cool warning sign to previous post.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
hey everybody! let's go to the beach!
last weekend, toni and i went out to mt oliver to help megan and trunin paint the railing on the porch of the house they were trying to buy. it was my first time painting anything and i actually liked it a lot. i kinda enjoy doing work like that because when youre done you can stand back and see what you've accomplished. and it's extra nice when you have done a halfway decent job (which i think we did). here are a couple pics from that day. it was nice and sunny...and quite a relaxing day. i didn't get any good pictures of trunin. so i'm not trying to slight him by the exclusion.
and i ran into megan and trunin on friday while walking over to meet toni at kiva han. they said that they got the house! that's really exciting and i'm happy for them. it is a really nice and big house with a lot of potential to be even more awesome. i can't wait to see what they do with it. and it's really close to the 54c busline, so it's not a terrible inconvenience to go visit them.
toni and i also went to philadelphia this weekend with anthony, ursula, pj, luis, jess, and danielle to see the b-52s concert. it was a lot of fun. i even danced a little bit. but not much. it's too bad if you missed it, though, because it will probably never happen again. we also got lost while looking for a hotel and ended up in new jersey for about five minutes and had to pay $3.00 to get back into pennsylvania. boo new jersey. then we decided to go south to look for a hotel, but they were all booked or only had one room with just a king sized bed. so after stopping at this neat diner we kept going and made it to delaware before turning around. anthony, ursula, toni, and i finally found a shady motel near ridley park at 4am. it was cheap ($70), but dirty, smelly, and there were lots of sketchy characters milling about. it was all ok in the end.
the next day we decided to get some vegan cheese steaks (which were really good...we brought the menu home because the place ships the food to anywhere in the nation). and then we went to the philly art museum where frida kahlo's works were on display. it was an ok time considering i was surrounded by art. i did get to see marcel duchamp's "fountain," which is just a urinal lying on its back. a piece of what he called "readymade" art. i like that because, first of all, dada is my favorite art movement (not that i know very much about art at all) and i like how irreverant the dadaists were towards the art scene. and because it seems to illustrate that anything you do can be called "art" if you are famous enough. i mean, you're not doing too badly if you can get people to pay to look at a urinal that you put on a table.
it was weird to see the division of labor in the art museum, too. it really was conspicuously divided along racial lines. first you have the white women working in the front at the ticket and information desks...you know, all the workers that have to interact with the public. they get computers and chairs. then there are the gallery attendants. these were predominantly black men and women. usually younger, but there were couple older women. it was their job to make sure we didn't touch anything, use a cell phone, have a drink of water, sit where we weren't supposed to, or use the wrong stairs. they also managed the long line of predominantly white people who were waiting to see the frida exhibit. this group of workers was lucky if they had a chair (i think i only saw two provided with chairs). so they have to stand around in one little room for 8+ hours and look at the same paintings and pretend to care if somebody has a bottle of water. then there is the last group that i noticed: the gallery attendants who are old white men. they seemed to all be clustered in the european art section. i believe they had chairs. i'm not sure what this all means. just some observations i made. i also couldn't help but wonder what the gallery attendants think of all the museum patrons. i'll bet they hate them/us. i wouldn't be surprised if they also hate art more than i do.
we also saw the rocky statue at the art museum (he ran up those steps in the movie). that seemed to be the most popular attraction after frida.
lately i've been thinking about getting older and what that'll be like. i have to say i'm viewing it more as a curiosity these days rather than dreading it. although i still don't like the fact that each day brings me closer to my death and the absolute nothingness that awaits (unless you want to be all transcendentalist and think about how great it will be to return to the soil and nourish some plants and insects).
anyway, i'm interested in what it will be like to grow old with toni. she says that she believes we are a "cool couple." i'm assuming she's right because she almost always is about most stuff. but that also made me wonder when i/we will stop being cool. we started to come up with some warning signs. she's younger than me, so i'm going to have to rely upon her to inform me when i'm being a square. i can't remember all of them, but i'm going to start listing them here:
1. wearing stupid clothes (e.g. the t-shirts that my mom buys me while on vacation or that she just thinks are cool...unless they are steelers shirts...but even then they will have to pass some scrutiny)
2. stupid haircut/facial hair. this includes moustaches and mullets for ironic purposes (although, i think these two examples have ceased to be ironic and are now just fashionable among hipsters). also, growing a pony tail if i'm bald.
3. liking shitty music (e.g. eric clapton after cream)
4. ceasing to be an anarchist. this isn't to say you have to be an anarchist to be cool (although it certainly helps). i guess it's more about selling out.
5. along the same lines, generally becoming more reactionary (e.g. thinking gentrification will benefit poor people or respecting cops)
6. being materialistic/consumeristic
7. being pretentious about anything we do
8. wearing a fanny pack for any reason other than being fabulous.
9. getting a ridiculous tattoo (e.g. tweety bird or barbed wire)
10. making a list of things to watch out for in order to stay cool (?)
11. playing in a white-man blues band
that's all i can remember. there will be more. feel free to submit your own.
bye.
and i ran into megan and trunin on friday while walking over to meet toni at kiva han. they said that they got the house! that's really exciting and i'm happy for them. it is a really nice and big house with a lot of potential to be even more awesome. i can't wait to see what they do with it. and it's really close to the 54c busline, so it's not a terrible inconvenience to go visit them.
toni and i also went to philadelphia this weekend with anthony, ursula, pj, luis, jess, and danielle to see the b-52s concert. it was a lot of fun. i even danced a little bit. but not much. it's too bad if you missed it, though, because it will probably never happen again. we also got lost while looking for a hotel and ended up in new jersey for about five minutes and had to pay $3.00 to get back into pennsylvania. boo new jersey. then we decided to go south to look for a hotel, but they were all booked or only had one room with just a king sized bed. so after stopping at this neat diner we kept going and made it to delaware before turning around. anthony, ursula, toni, and i finally found a shady motel near ridley park at 4am. it was cheap ($70), but dirty, smelly, and there were lots of sketchy characters milling about. it was all ok in the end.
the next day we decided to get some vegan cheese steaks (which were really good...we brought the menu home because the place ships the food to anywhere in the nation). and then we went to the philly art museum where frida kahlo's works were on display. it was an ok time considering i was surrounded by art. i did get to see marcel duchamp's "fountain," which is just a urinal lying on its back. a piece of what he called "readymade" art. i like that because, first of all, dada is my favorite art movement (not that i know very much about art at all) and i like how irreverant the dadaists were towards the art scene. and because it seems to illustrate that anything you do can be called "art" if you are famous enough. i mean, you're not doing too badly if you can get people to pay to look at a urinal that you put on a table.
it was weird to see the division of labor in the art museum, too. it really was conspicuously divided along racial lines. first you have the white women working in the front at the ticket and information desks...you know, all the workers that have to interact with the public. they get computers and chairs. then there are the gallery attendants. these were predominantly black men and women. usually younger, but there were couple older women. it was their job to make sure we didn't touch anything, use a cell phone, have a drink of water, sit where we weren't supposed to, or use the wrong stairs. they also managed the long line of predominantly white people who were waiting to see the frida exhibit. this group of workers was lucky if they had a chair (i think i only saw two provided with chairs). so they have to stand around in one little room for 8+ hours and look at the same paintings and pretend to care if somebody has a bottle of water. then there is the last group that i noticed: the gallery attendants who are old white men. they seemed to all be clustered in the european art section. i believe they had chairs. i'm not sure what this all means. just some observations i made. i also couldn't help but wonder what the gallery attendants think of all the museum patrons. i'll bet they hate them/us. i wouldn't be surprised if they also hate art more than i do.
we also saw the rocky statue at the art museum (he ran up those steps in the movie). that seemed to be the most popular attraction after frida.
lately i've been thinking about getting older and what that'll be like. i have to say i'm viewing it more as a curiosity these days rather than dreading it. although i still don't like the fact that each day brings me closer to my death and the absolute nothingness that awaits (unless you want to be all transcendentalist and think about how great it will be to return to the soil and nourish some plants and insects).
anyway, i'm interested in what it will be like to grow old with toni. she says that she believes we are a "cool couple." i'm assuming she's right because she almost always is about most stuff. but that also made me wonder when i/we will stop being cool. we started to come up with some warning signs. she's younger than me, so i'm going to have to rely upon her to inform me when i'm being a square. i can't remember all of them, but i'm going to start listing them here:
1. wearing stupid clothes (e.g. the t-shirts that my mom buys me while on vacation or that she just thinks are cool...unless they are steelers shirts...but even then they will have to pass some scrutiny)
2. stupid haircut/facial hair. this includes moustaches and mullets for ironic purposes (although, i think these two examples have ceased to be ironic and are now just fashionable among hipsters). also, growing a pony tail if i'm bald.
3. liking shitty music (e.g. eric clapton after cream)
4. ceasing to be an anarchist. this isn't to say you have to be an anarchist to be cool (although it certainly helps). i guess it's more about selling out.
5. along the same lines, generally becoming more reactionary (e.g. thinking gentrification will benefit poor people or respecting cops)
6. being materialistic/consumeristic
7. being pretentious about anything we do
8. wearing a fanny pack for any reason other than being fabulous.
9. getting a ridiculous tattoo (e.g. tweety bird or barbed wire)
10. making a list of things to watch out for in order to stay cool (?)
11. playing in a white-man blues band
that's all i can remember. there will be more. feel free to submit your own.
bye.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
he hands you a nickel. he hands you a dime. he asks you, with a grin, if youre having a good time.
i might get another job soon.
toni and i ran into tim brown on the way back from the swoon lecture at cmu. he works in the kitchen at the brillobox (until thursday). tim asked me if i wanted to maybe work with him at this hipster online clothing store. he said that he works in the shipping department and only has to wrap the items in blue tissue paper, put them in boxes with an invoice and then tape up the boxes. seems pretty boring and easy...which is just how i like my jobs. tim also said that the pay is around living wage and he gets benefits...plus there is a cook on-site to make people lunch. i guess he makes something for the meat eaters and something for the vegans/vegetarians.
i don't really want a job right now. but it seems like i probably shouldn't pass up an opportunity like this. i mean, benefits...i never dreamt that i would ever have health care. i told tim that if they let me work part time so that i can continue with my electronics projects, i would definitely take the job. but i would also consider doing it full time. if i don't take the job, toni might want to try to get it.
a new job would also be a welcome distraction to other issues. and it's fun to work with tim. he's a funny guy. this would actually be the second job he's helped me get. the first being at galaxy music warehouse on the south side (they have since closed down...good riddance!).
it also feels weird to be in a position where i'm able to turn down a job. i've always had to take whatever i can get. but now, since i have a couple options, i feel like i'd be much more willing to bargain with them for pay and hours...and if they don't want to compromise, fuck it. i don't need the job.
it's strange that i'm the most financially secure i've ever been in my life (after leaving the protective circle of my parents), and i'm technically unemployed. even by government statistics, i'm unemployed. don't get me wrong. i'm still poor. but i've been much more destitute. i have a little breathing room now.
that kinda leads me into another topic that i've been thinking about lately. and i've discussed it with toni and nathan. namely my white, middle-class, straight, male privelege. toni and i were recently at my parents' house. for some reason, i thought it'd be wise to tell my mom that i'm getting a relatively large tax refund this year and how i was thinking of using it (supplementing travel to west coast or europe, new computer, or just necessities). my mom remarked that she couldn't understand how i survive on $20,ooo a year (this is actually a generous estimate). and i've made more this year than any other. maybe more than all of them combined.
i guess my point with that little anecdote was to illustrate my background: one in which money is not scarce. both of my parents were teachers in pennsylvania (probably the best state in which to be a teacher). now they draw 80% of their pensions. they might say that they don't have much money, but that's only after they spend $8,000 on new kitchen and laundry appliances or put an in-ground pool in the back yard. our christmas celebrations in such years do not reflect a family that is in the throes of financial hardship.
i've never consciously tried to escape my privilege. i definitely have, subconsciously. as an anarchist, i've always been ashamed of my background. in fact, this is the first time i've been so open about it with anybody other than toni and nathan (both of whom have been to my parents' house). it represents most of what i oppose: a belief in the benevolence of capitalism and (conservative) government, wasteful consumption, the idea that money makes one happy, intolerance and ignorance of other cultures (especially those within the same community), racism, sexism, homophobia, etc., etc.
but i don't think it is possible for me or any other white, middle-class, straight male to escape such privilege (i can't speak to other forms of privilege that i haven't experienced). i mean, sure, i could renounce my parents and sever all contact with family and maybe go live in a cave in montana. but i could always go back to society. and when i get back and cut my hair, i would be given preference for decent jobs. the police won't hassle me on the street. when i find a place to live, the landlord won't feel the need to say, "i don't take vouchers." i can do drugs and get away with it. i could always go back to college. and i'm sure my parents would welcome me home with open arms and a sack of money.
it's not fair that, no matter how badly i fuck up my life (and according to my parents i have fucked it up), i seem to always have a way out. a safety net.
is downward social mobility a myth, too? could i ever truthfully say that i'm working class?
this is all just kinda disheartening and makes me feel a little ashamed of who i am and the society that produced me. even though, for the most part, it's not my fault.
not that i necessarily agree with the message in the song, but i'm reminded of the zappa line: "i'm not black. but there's a whole lotsa times i wish i could say i'm not white."
so, yeah, let's smash capitalism, the state, and every form of hierarchy that we can. i still think we can win.
toni and i ran into tim brown on the way back from the swoon lecture at cmu. he works in the kitchen at the brillobox (until thursday). tim asked me if i wanted to maybe work with him at this hipster online clothing store. he said that he works in the shipping department and only has to wrap the items in blue tissue paper, put them in boxes with an invoice and then tape up the boxes. seems pretty boring and easy...which is just how i like my jobs. tim also said that the pay is around living wage and he gets benefits...plus there is a cook on-site to make people lunch. i guess he makes something for the meat eaters and something for the vegans/vegetarians.
i don't really want a job right now. but it seems like i probably shouldn't pass up an opportunity like this. i mean, benefits...i never dreamt that i would ever have health care. i told tim that if they let me work part time so that i can continue with my electronics projects, i would definitely take the job. but i would also consider doing it full time. if i don't take the job, toni might want to try to get it.
a new job would also be a welcome distraction to other issues. and it's fun to work with tim. he's a funny guy. this would actually be the second job he's helped me get. the first being at galaxy music warehouse on the south side (they have since closed down...good riddance!).
it also feels weird to be in a position where i'm able to turn down a job. i've always had to take whatever i can get. but now, since i have a couple options, i feel like i'd be much more willing to bargain with them for pay and hours...and if they don't want to compromise, fuck it. i don't need the job.
it's strange that i'm the most financially secure i've ever been in my life (after leaving the protective circle of my parents), and i'm technically unemployed. even by government statistics, i'm unemployed. don't get me wrong. i'm still poor. but i've been much more destitute. i have a little breathing room now.
that kinda leads me into another topic that i've been thinking about lately. and i've discussed it with toni and nathan. namely my white, middle-class, straight, male privelege. toni and i were recently at my parents' house. for some reason, i thought it'd be wise to tell my mom that i'm getting a relatively large tax refund this year and how i was thinking of using it (supplementing travel to west coast or europe, new computer, or just necessities). my mom remarked that she couldn't understand how i survive on $20,ooo a year (this is actually a generous estimate). and i've made more this year than any other. maybe more than all of them combined.
i guess my point with that little anecdote was to illustrate my background: one in which money is not scarce. both of my parents were teachers in pennsylvania (probably the best state in which to be a teacher). now they draw 80% of their pensions. they might say that they don't have much money, but that's only after they spend $8,000 on new kitchen and laundry appliances or put an in-ground pool in the back yard. our christmas celebrations in such years do not reflect a family that is in the throes of financial hardship.
i've never consciously tried to escape my privilege. i definitely have, subconsciously. as an anarchist, i've always been ashamed of my background. in fact, this is the first time i've been so open about it with anybody other than toni and nathan (both of whom have been to my parents' house). it represents most of what i oppose: a belief in the benevolence of capitalism and (conservative) government, wasteful consumption, the idea that money makes one happy, intolerance and ignorance of other cultures (especially those within the same community), racism, sexism, homophobia, etc., etc.
but i don't think it is possible for me or any other white, middle-class, straight male to escape such privilege (i can't speak to other forms of privilege that i haven't experienced). i mean, sure, i could renounce my parents and sever all contact with family and maybe go live in a cave in montana. but i could always go back to society. and when i get back and cut my hair, i would be given preference for decent jobs. the police won't hassle me on the street. when i find a place to live, the landlord won't feel the need to say, "i don't take vouchers." i can do drugs and get away with it. i could always go back to college. and i'm sure my parents would welcome me home with open arms and a sack of money.
it's not fair that, no matter how badly i fuck up my life (and according to my parents i have fucked it up), i seem to always have a way out. a safety net.
is downward social mobility a myth, too? could i ever truthfully say that i'm working class?
this is all just kinda disheartening and makes me feel a little ashamed of who i am and the society that produced me. even though, for the most part, it's not my fault.
not that i necessarily agree with the message in the song, but i'm reminded of the zappa line: "i'm not black. but there's a whole lotsa times i wish i could say i'm not white."
so, yeah, let's smash capitalism, the state, and every form of hierarchy that we can. i still think we can win.
Friday, April 4, 2008
ich bin stolz ein arschloch zu sein!
fuck!
i hate the bare naked ladies and that stupid fucking song in which the guy talks really fast about how he's proud to be an asshole! it's been stuck in my head for the past 3 fucking hours!
god dammit!
this is not helping.
nor is the fact that i'm going to feel guilty for going to "white night" in garfield because i told adam i would stop by his gallery opening.
the other two options are to either hang out with tom at the bilbobagginsbox or to stay home and feel sad.
ugh.
i hate the bare naked ladies and that stupid fucking song in which the guy talks really fast about how he's proud to be an asshole! it's been stuck in my head for the past 3 fucking hours!
god dammit!
this is not helping.
nor is the fact that i'm going to feel guilty for going to "white night" in garfield because i told adam i would stop by his gallery opening.
the other two options are to either hang out with tom at the bilbobagginsbox or to stay home and feel sad.
ugh.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
the coroner told me this kind of thing happens everyday
sorry for the long absence again. lately i've been feeling shitty and depressed more often than not. but i think i'm starting to pull out of it. at least, i'm really trying to. but i won't bore you with the details.
i recently shaved my beard. i don't have a picture yet. but here is a close approximation of what i look like:
toni and i went to see cindy millstein speak at the merton center about anarchism and paul young speak at pitt about animal liberation and the green scare. both were pretty good. i liked cindy millstein a little better. they both, at least, made me want to get involved with more local activisty stuff again. not pog, of course. i'll start going to fnb regularly again, i think. maybe find something else, too.
next month pog is having a veteran of the spanish revolution speak at the merton center. i'm really excited for that. i guess he was only 16 when he ran away from home to join the durruti column. yay!
i finished a couple of the weird sound generators that i mentioned earlier. one has managed to sell on ebay, the other will probably sell, too. i figure if i can sell two of these a week plus a couple pedals and some contact microphones, i should be able to get back up to employment-level income. maybe even above! yay! and i'll probably only have to "work" 3 or 3.5 days a week. take that, IWW! i didn't need you in order to fire my boss and own the means of production.
i do actually want to collectivize this venture eventually...when i know it is capable of supporting more than one person. toni is interested. josh might be, too. i'm not sure anymore.
here is the video demonstration i made for the ebay listing:
i told megan a while ago that i would post a cute picture of her on my blog. i think this is the one we were discussing. it's from a few weeks ago.
nathan is about to leave us forever. he left for berkeley yesterday. then portland. i guess he'll be back in two weeks. but that will only be for a few days. then he'll join the growing list of good friends who have made me sad by moving away from pittsburgh and me.
that's it for now. maybe i'll update again soon. maybe not. we'll see how i'm feeling in a couple days.
i recently shaved my beard. i don't have a picture yet. but here is a close approximation of what i look like:
toni and i went to see cindy millstein speak at the merton center about anarchism and paul young speak at pitt about animal liberation and the green scare. both were pretty good. i liked cindy millstein a little better. they both, at least, made me want to get involved with more local activisty stuff again. not pog, of course. i'll start going to fnb regularly again, i think. maybe find something else, too.
next month pog is having a veteran of the spanish revolution speak at the merton center. i'm really excited for that. i guess he was only 16 when he ran away from home to join the durruti column. yay!
i finished a couple of the weird sound generators that i mentioned earlier. one has managed to sell on ebay, the other will probably sell, too. i figure if i can sell two of these a week plus a couple pedals and some contact microphones, i should be able to get back up to employment-level income. maybe even above! yay! and i'll probably only have to "work" 3 or 3.5 days a week. take that, IWW! i didn't need you in order to fire my boss and own the means of production.
i do actually want to collectivize this venture eventually...when i know it is capable of supporting more than one person. toni is interested. josh might be, too. i'm not sure anymore.
here is the video demonstration i made for the ebay listing:
i told megan a while ago that i would post a cute picture of her on my blog. i think this is the one we were discussing. it's from a few weeks ago.
nathan is about to leave us forever. he left for berkeley yesterday. then portland. i guess he'll be back in two weeks. but that will only be for a few days. then he'll join the growing list of good friends who have made me sad by moving away from pittsburgh and me.
that's it for now. maybe i'll update again soon. maybe not. we'll see how i'm feeling in a couple days.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
closer than my peeps you are to me
toni's back! yay! i made it!
we're having a party on saturday, the ides of march (anniversary of the assassination of the proto-fascist, gaius julius caesar), to generally celebrate the violent deaths of evil authoritarians.
the party is also to celebrate the return of toni and josh.
i'll provide some drinks and snacks, but if you plan on getting trashed (and i hope you do) you should bring your own beer/intoxicants. you know how it works...
we're having a party on saturday, the ides of march (anniversary of the assassination of the proto-fascist, gaius julius caesar), to generally celebrate the violent deaths of evil authoritarians.
the party is also to celebrate the return of toni and josh.
i'll provide some drinks and snacks, but if you plan on getting trashed (and i hope you do) you should bring your own beer/intoxicants. you know how it works...
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