We Won the World Series

i forget how to embed videos. wah wah wah. click the link.

http://consumerist.com/5060872/japan-introduces-monkey-waiters-blogger-scratches-another-business-plan-off-his-list

OCTOBER

Get Scared!!!

mishik

mishik i mish u

Unbelievable

So i know I haven't posted in a while, but I figure this story is worth rekindling my love affair with the blog, so with no further adieu i give you my morning yesterday.....

I wake up from a 10 and a half hour night sleep at 9:00 am Tuesday morning. (This was a much needed night's sleep, since i had amassed the same amount of sleep in the previous 3 nights.)  I felt very refreshed and ready to take on whatever the day had in store for me.  I got my quick routine shower while listening to Rob Bass, and grabbed a banana for my walk to work.

Just an average walk, except for whatever reason everyone kept asking me if I knew where things in the area were, as if I was the king of the illadelph.

Where's the Commerce Bank?

Where's the (UPenn) admissions office? (Multiple times)

Am I closer to American Apparel or the Gap?

Is there a sit-down restaurant within walking distance to my current location?

Now normally having to turn down my jams and stop eating my banana and drinking my glass of water would put me in a very disgruntled mood, but like I said I was refreshed.  After all of this I was already 3 blocks away from World Cafe Live, and I had barely started on my banana, so I returned to the routine.

As I walked down Walnut between 34th and 33rd street I saw a blue compact car pull into a spot on the front of hte block.  Nothing special.  But then the driver got out and he went to help the passenger out of the back seat.  This struck me as odd being that a relatively beat looking car was being used to chauffer someone of notariety.  Probably some lame Penn guest speaker, economist, or BS author, or historian, or something nerds would like.  Nothing to impress my Rock N' Roll lifestyle.

Until the passenger steps out of the automobile.  An old man seemingly from central Asian decent...maybe China, probably Mongolia, potentially even Tibet.  This man is wearing only a red robe of sorts with yellow undertones, and I think to myself he looks important... Is that the dalai lama.  But I figure I'm just letting pre-conceived biases get to me, and that there's no way his holiness is on our street, but I realize I've been staring at him for about 3 seconds. (don't think thats long stare at a stranger and count to 3, you'll see.)  So I give him the eyebrows... ya know that ones that say "welcome, to phildealphia." since I am the king and outward representative of the city.

As I watch the news today I found out the Dalai Lama was in town and as they show an image of him on the tv I am confirmed that I did in fact give the dalai lama the eyebrows.

update on life

ben franklin and thomas jefferson won a couple games of beer pong the other night until ashlee and jessica simpson beat them.

life is good.

shimmy

tops

TorieTabloid -- Post 5 (and go germany)

I am currently in Ye Olde Torie Land (doing some serious recon in preparation for the coming year in Ye Olde Fake Town). Apparently Benjamin Franklin has people following me because I found a rather interesting paper lying on the bar today when I was at the pub for lunch (that's actually serious -- I guess that I really am haunted). So, in honor of Jesus, who knew how to throw down by turning water into wine, I present to you "Water or Wine" by Comrade Benjamin Franklin:


To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine -- and those who don't,
As Ben Franklin said, "In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria." In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year, we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli (E. coli) -- bacteria found in faeces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop. However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine and beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey, or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting. So, remember: water = poop, wine = health.

Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit. There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as public service


So there you have it...straight from our favourite boozehound. Now, go tell it on a mountain as the famous Green Mountain Man, David Beckham did in 1568 on the eve of the great battle between the Djiboutian and the Swiss Navy.


I'd like an Aristotle of the tallest toff in the scruff, but I have to face the apples and pears later, so I will just stick with a cup of Rosie Lee.

Cheerio,
lambsblood27


p.s. Please note the Deutschland colors in preparation for the Euro Cup final on Sunday. Let's go Germany!!! Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles...UBER ALLES IN DIE WELT!!!

blop a flop u stupid mop, jesus cant i get a freaking break.

peace out

MISSING IN ACTION

I FLY LIKE PAPER GET HIGH LIKE PLANES

a lonely blogger

i think im the only person that blogs anymore.  i'm going to start a revolution.  more blogging...now!!

boston trip

After 9 hours of driving and listening to continuous b101 I can only recall little things that I planned on blogging about specifically referencing a backstreet boys song, shania twain, and eric clapton.  They all had really good themes that i was going to associate with the back and forth driving from nj to pa numerous times.  either way after learning about penguins, photo taking with chinese chefs, performing social idiot antics, creating the most amazing third eye blind video, throwing up at least 4 times (reference car sickness and food poisoning not alcohol related), forgetting my keys 3 hours into the journey back, Cripus Attucks, the creation of Johnny Mets...probably more

anyway back to class

TopsT

baddabing

so apparently wawa doesn't have breakfast sandwiches before 5 am.  What's up with that? How do people on the radio get their food if wawa isn't serving nice hot meals before 5 o'clock.

i'm going to die before noon today.  there's no way i'm going to last.

someone save me.

shimmy and shake,

TopsyTU

yo yo yo

welcome back scout!

Weekend Cliff Notes

A postless weekend can only mean one thing... a long action-packed weekend.  Thanks to the holiday, there were 5 days and nights of fun.  A weekend that revolved around its culminating return bbq, was sure to be a memorable one when rumors of mudslides and snowstorms cancelled the return from Utah.  Here's the shortened versions.

Free Tix For Duran Duran

Rum

Incubus mouthing off to bouncers

Minimal Techno

McDonalds

Stick It

Sandlot

Vision Quests

Green Stripes

Islands

Rooftop Sitting

Reggae Night

Social Retardation

12 Hour Treks

Playing with dogs in Rittenhouse

Casinos

Winning Big on the Nickles ($0.35)

Beer in taco bell cups on the beach

Black & Milds

"What Legs Lisa?"

The Bump/The Mashed Potato

Skee Ball

Drinking Mudslides

Qwink

Apples To Apples

Bagles

Run The Bases

BBQ

UNCLE FRANK!

Psyching Out

Everyone Doing The Bump

Joker's Wild.

what have i become

i'm not sure if i should make some kind of bulleted list to describe the Best Memorial Day Weekend Ever or if i should write some kind of sprawling narrative but i'll just start with the list and see where i end up

- THE BUUUUMP
- lion lion roar roar hunting hunting hunting hunting
- pasta party with uncle frank
- apples to apples with uncle frank
- uncle frank dancing like ellen degeneres
- beers in mcdonalds cups
- whammo
- turning into dirtbags
- 24/7 arcades
- atlantic city nickel and penny slots
- my robot soul

i guess the sprawling narrative didnt really work out WHATEVER

update from two days ago

1>i need to learn to shake my hips more like lead singer from duran duran. 

2>throwed off almost loves duran duran as much as viral incubus.

3>i like stupid movies (anaconda)

4>this is my personal diary

5>tesseract performs the most amazing slide/running man on steps ever

6>hawkeye scores the best tickets to shows

7>bull ruth is an alter ego that no one will ever be able to explain

8>dragon_lord has the ability to appear whenever wherever

9>windfall loves obama and hates that other stupid bitch

10>sum41 is catching a second wind

11>take it off culinary colt

-topsT

Slingshot Dakota and Iced Tea.

There was a sweet free show yesterday at AKA music. The Brooklyn/Easton guy/girl drum/keyboard duo of Slingshot Dakota played a short but very sweet set upstairs at the record store. They were described to me as "Like Mates of State if they were good." Now, I love Mates Of State, so I figured these guys would be great too. The drummer played in underwear and a tshirt, and smashed the drums as if they had raped his sister. He was merciless on those skins. And the keyboardist/cutie Carly was adorable and full of energy. Fantastic band, you should check them out. Afterwards Algernon Cadwallader played, but I had to leave by that time. I thought the show would happen earlier, but it got started about an hour late, and Algernon didn't even show up until an hour and a half after they were supposed to. This sucks, because I haven't seen them in almost a year now, and I really love watching them play. Boo.

However, there is a more important point to this post. After the show I bought some amazing iced tea. Seriously, it was mind-boggling. I've been exploring the world of real tea (not nestea or lipton, or Celestial Seasonings or any of that stuff, I'm talking fresh off the bush from Sri Lanka type shit) lately, and I really love maté teas. They have a delicious dark tea flavor with a hint of chocolate and cream in the aftertaste. They're truly amazing. Not to mention all the health benefits plus their high superiority to coffee when it comes to caffeine and alertness. The tea I bought was Herbal Mist brand. It's all natural, and sweetened with cane sugar, not corn syrup o' death. So the sweetness was real, but not overpowering. The tea actually filled me up for an hour or two. I hadn't eaten much that day, and I planned on grabbing a sweet vegan chocolate banana cookie at my favorite coffeeshop, but the tea pretty much made me feel like I was full. I still bought the cookie, but I wasn't really hungry anymore. This feeling of fullness lasted a few hours until I went to the Duran Duran show, where I became hungry like a wolf.

Conclusion:

1, Listen to Slingshot Dakota if you like guy/girl, drum/piano, awesome/cute music

2, Drink Herbal Mist tea if you like delicious as hell drinks that keep you awake and nourish you. Also, if anyone sees this tea anywhere in Philly, please let me know where you found it, because I need to get it on a regular basis, and the only store I know of that carries it is at 2nd and Market.

Thank you.

Oh, thursdays.

The internet rules

But sometimes I still get bored

Need more webcomics.

Victims of Conformity

Celebrity Run-Ins: Topanga

Sorry its taken so long to post these but enjoy...



Kirk touched her hand.

the nightmare i survived

nyfanmm11 (11:18:07 AM): i was traveling with someone

nyfanmm11 (11:18:26 AM): and we had like become famous for doing something

nyfanmm11 (11:18:31 AM): and we were gonna make a lot of money

nyfanmm11 (11:18:41 AM): so we were driving across the country to go do it

nyfanmm11 (11:18:55 AM): and we joked around about ppl making threats to us

nyfanmm11 (11:19:00 AM): and i told all of them to fuck off

nyfanmm11 (11:19:17 AM): so we were driving

nyfanmm11 (11:19:30 AM): and i had a premonition i was in this other car

nyfanmm11 (11:19:33 AM): and there was a gun

nyfanmm11 (11:19:40 AM): so then i realized it was the same road as us

nyfanmm11 (11:19:47 AM): then all of a sudden we stopped

nyfanmm11 (11:20:04 AM): then i was like fuck this guy is in traffic with us tyring to kill us

friendlynigerian (11:20:14 AM): hahahahaha

nyfanmm11 (11:20:14 AM): so my friend didnt want to leave but i was like im out

nyfanmm11 (11:20:20 AM): and the guy found our car

nyfanmm11 (11:20:32 AM): and somehow put bombs in the back

nyfanmm11 (11:20:37 AM): and i was like we gotta get out

nyfanmm11 (11:20:53 AM): and then i knew the guy was in the trunk cuz i could hear his raspy voice

nyfanmm11 (11:20:59 AM): so i left

nyfanmm11 (11:21:18 AM): and then my friend came out of the car as i was walking away and was like stoppp hes fine hes cool

nyfanmm11 (11:21:26 AM): and the guy walked behind my friend

nyfanmm11 (11:21:34 AM): and then the cops shot

nyfanmm11 (11:21:36 AM): the guy

friendlynigerian (11:21:40 AM): jesus

nyfanmm11 (11:21:41 AM): cuz they saw he had a gun

nyfanmm11 (11:21:49 AM): and my friend and i survived

nyfanmm11 (11:21:56 AM): that was the hole dream

friendlynigerian (11:22:50 AM): hahahaha jesus

read at your own risk

bla bla bla....bla bla bla...beware...gotcha

My Current State of Mind

mish

in all my years of existence.  i have boiled my raging mind and spirit down to what seems to be a case of cholangiopancreatographic brain disease.  it became relevant after screaming out of my musty smelling car (reference wet pants in the trunk gradually decaying from a state of unidentified liquid on the ass side)  that people are right and my views are just straight up ridiculous.  my existence has culminated into what seems to be an endless abyss of raging fun and spontaneous black spots that re occur randomly, typically friday night saturday night sunday night and now tuesady night.  yes. i will never learn from my mistakes, why you may ask, because i enjoy my mistakes way too much to stop doing them.  

i am a social idiot.  this is what makes me, me.

tops.

I need someone to show me the things in life that I cant find

can we take roll
joe and gary's theory on paranoia the other night got me nervous
i think we should all know who everybody really is
maybe we can out joe and gary's secret texters.
if you want to contribute, post who you are in the comments

I am being overtaken by paranoia...

Somebody

is

 Fucking

With 

Me!

 

my weekend

kicking bars, black kids, cut copy, sparks, pbr's, gay bars, getting kicked out of gay bars, getting married, being from israel, social idiots, end of the world parties, mass destruction, way too much fun, nothingness, beach, pizza and music passing via car...what's going on here?!?

fucking shimmy and shake,

tops.

topsyturvy's new theme song?

fantasy

after watching narnia i simply live my life trying to live in a fantasy world. that is it for today...

Prepare to be brainfucked.

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

the next morning

i am drunk. i just drove hom,e.  i dont know whats going.  i have no clue what happened after the penn bar.  as far as im concerned ben is 21 and that is awesome.  happy birthday benny and jimmy dev texted me so im pretty sure im ok.  life is good. im going to ny today. running on the beach in southampton.  i will talk to all of you later ill probably be back mid nightish.  call me i love you. 

shimmerish and shakiesh

TOPSYMOTHERFUCKINGTURVy

p.s. post more blogs/videos about john reid

Ben Turns 21

prose fails me

still shuddering from a weekend
memories shattered by fun
million ton shithammer of joy
too drunk to see
dropped jmil on his head
kegstand kegstand kegstand
freaking those who freak squares
hong kong is gone
so is my soul

is this summer
my shoulder hurts

howard i can't believe you drove here
from manayunk
alwin threw up and slept on the floor
beer hockey
life as a blur
feels so good

is this summer
my shoulder hurts

summer check up

so you called last night.  on mother's day.  you informed me of your ability to chop heads off and sweat naked with other men.  i was a little shocked at this news but also intrigued all at the same time.  i looked for my windsurf equipment today and i believe it's still at your shore house.  yea it took me a year to realize i left it there.  shame on me.  its been pouring rain for like days now, i wish it would stop so i can see the sun.  

prom was the shit by the way.  my left leg is still cramped up from dancing.  if that night has any warning of what the summer has in store for us then god bless us.

i tried playing the jurassic park theme song today on the piano...it wasn't going so hot so i came to the computer to check out what the theme song really sounded like (my version was no where near)  i sang to the colt on the phone today.

tomorrow im trying to make cheese.

shimmying and shaking since 1987....

TOPSYtuRvy

Say It Loud: We're BACK and We're Proud

As part of a night that can only be described as a whirlwind of realized adolescent dreams, another piece of history has reportedly been resurrected.  In the hushed corners of high school electronica indie basement dance parties and on the pages of infant blogs across the web rumors have been circulating about the reemergence of the once renowned trio.  After a short stint of benefit shows some three years ago the aforementioned threesome was previously thought to have permanently thrown in the towel.  BUT last night amid the sweet sounds of danielle fishel's rap and the incoherent smatterings of bros the famed three felt the time had come to fill a new hunger, to quell the starvation of the repressed rhythm-deprived youth.  This september the group will once again be strapping on the space boot dance shoes, recording a new laserdisc as well as breathing new life into the philly club scene.  I for one cannot wait to shake my hips and cut some rugs once again.     

Stardust Casino Implosion

I really don't have anything to say about this other than I wish I was there and that it's one of the coolest things I've seen in a while.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/474724/stardust_demolition/

This is the casino that the movie 'Casino' was based off of.

I'd embed the video but it's not from youtube and I don't want to figure how to do it otherwise.

My Recent Trip to the Gay Bar

Just a quick recap of last tuesday...
The night started as we went to hong kong which was closed (wtf). We ended up at some other asia town for food. Following this, we conducted what has become the usual: drinking, loud dance music, and the television on mute. After numerous attempts of getting gober to come out with us, we ventured over to say good night in person.

Unable to resist the collective charm of myself, colt, hawkeye and "alex", gober decision to put her work on pause and come. It was at this point that myself, hawkeye and colt partook in our first ever "Japanese Little League World Series". (More or Less indoor wiffleball with sake)

So we eventually made it Woody's to see the Get Physical Tour, which included dj sets by audiofly heidi and M.A.N.D.Y. The night was incredible (see above photo). A very apt description of the evening can be read below, (Taken from the tour blog),

"There’s only one club in the world where clubbers sit down on the dancefloor to pay homage to DJs.

That club is DC10 in Ibiza, but last night in Woody’s in Philadelphia it happened thanks to the Get Physical crew.

The clubbers on the dancefloor just suddenly all started crouching down in the middle of a breakdown during M.A.N.D.Y.’s set and as the beat came back in they all jumped up in the air as one.

For a Tuesday night in America, it was an amazing thing to witness, especially considering it was impromptu and totally spontaneous.

It just happened (there must have been some Circoloco fans in the audience), and that’s the amazing power of electronic music.

There’s communication through dancing, a feeling of unity.

Does that sound like hippy talk?

Perhaps.

But it was damn cool, and so far Philadelphia has been the best date of the Get Physical tour."

another year

Well it's that time of year. yep. another year is in the books.  On that note I would like to recap some of the more memorable moments from the 07-08 school year.

I don't know why but I feel like the first shout out needs to go to the graveyard.  Inhabited by some of our fellow bloggers, this structure has been the nothing less of a bender spectacle, time after time (no pun intended cindy).  The graveyard can bring out the best in people (the night it snowed and we wrote/slid on cars out in the street) it can bring out other things as well (poop, piss, bathroom sinks, demons, and ghosts).  There was dancing and music raving rather non-stop.

Everyone remembers a certain thanksgiving dinner at my place which dealt with a 16 pound bird.  Well most of us remember, some were too busy defacing the floor and bull ruth's face.

A green room that 3 cronies found their souls in.

A wing bowl that may damage the minds and soul of our youth but was definitely not lacking any hooters.

A champion was born, the birth of one of the greatest amateur boxing champions to ever live won his first title in South Bend this year.

Team Tupp's founding members and first ceremony ever was held.

The torch from an older crew of hoodlums was passed down in form of paper towels on 17th and asbury to the next generation.

A little christmas caroling that ended up with a van of some of the coolest cats and dogs around.

There was some lion king in there too.

We camped, we hiked.

At the b-LUD we grilled, we colted EVERYTHING. we drank lambsblood, we danced, we laughed, we danced more, then we colted some more.

Now we get ready to head into warmer days and sweatier dance scenes around the streets of philadelphia and surrounding tri-state area.  I'll see you out there

Shimmy and Shake

-TOPsyturvy

Noon has passed on this Thursday of Thursdays...

Prom is in two days

You should probably be there

Or eat ass and die.

It's the first monday of May, and we all know what that means....

It's time for our annual list of 14 music videos that were popular 14 years ago.

Scatman John - Scatman

Reel 2 Real - I Like to Move it

Pavement - Cut Your Hair

The Flaming Lips - She Don't Use Jelly

Sheryl Crow - All I Wanna Do

Lisa Loeb - Stay

Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun

Counting Crows- Mr.  Jones

Blind Melon - No Rain

Ace of Base - The Sign

Beck - Loser

Snoop Doggy Dogg - Gin & Juice

All 4 One - I Swear

TLC - Waterfalls

See related weekly poll

this is great

where do i go from here...maybe the train station and listen to MIA, maybe 476 up to the mountains, or 80 over to surprise boner...i could do it if i wanted to.  

maybe a beer...scratch that... beer pong....ping pong, bowl and bong....what is bowl doing?!?

in first grade i threw out a picture of the Mother Mary, and told the teacher i didn't do it on purpose, she made me stay after school for detention...i hate her, funny how i remember her before any other teacher.

people in the library are stupid.

do you realize that if you worked hard in anything, studying, working out, whatever for a short amount of time, really concentrating its better than hours of pointless bs'ing shit...bullshitting shit.

what is wrong with me.

maybe because its cinco de mayo.

maybe because i have a semester left of college.  maybe cuz bullruth doesn't respond to my im's.

where is dan osusky?!? 

Did your mom tuck you into bed?

Everything is soft and sweet.

I long for that moment when i'm outside running, i see the sun, hear the birds, i realize i can do whatever i want, i feel like im on acid...I CAN DO ANYTHING

Goodnight all you jolly fuckers...i'm gonna go grab a beer.

 

summer

summer 08

i cant wait

I'm in a weird way

electrically charged

I'm pretty sure that I'm electrically charged.  I have come to this conclusion based on several different situations.  1 every time i touch my car, like every single time I set off a static charge that I can see, it's now to the point where I'm scared to close the door.

Secondly, I've gone through 2 laptop power chargers over the last 2 days, when i plug it into the wall, blue sparks come out.

The final one is that now my battery in my car is dead.  It was running perfectly yesterday but now seems to be resting in peace.  

The weather people are calling for thunder and lightening later, if I get hit by lightening  tonight then I guess I was given all the signs to stay away.  

Shimmy and Shake,

Topsytuvy

Will It Blend

TopsyTurvy

Now Im kind of new to this blog but I was at work today and came across a certain type of plant. The plant was called Topsy Turvy and the whole point of it was to grow tomatoes upside down so that it gets less harmful rays and tastes better in the long run... This got my mind wandering. Is your name TopsyTurvy because you are better tasting while hanging upside down because the sun's harmful rays are rough on your skin? I think i would love to test this theory...on you, Topsy Turvy using a Topsy Turvy. We could see which tastes better, the tomatoes or you!

Auditory Update 2

Auditory Updates will help your ears adjust to modern society by giving you something to listen to besides memories of the sweet Utahian wilderness.






Its been a while since the last update. So here are a couple of recent albums I've been bumping recently.


First up, John Dahlback's Winners & Fools. This comes from the 22 year old Swedish native who first started recording music when he was 15. Stylistically the album stays pretty close to Swedish-house/ electro-house genres, with a couple electropop numbers in there, here or there.

*Bonus*
Heres the video for the song Blink, a house banger. The video pretty much my life has become, school and raves. The song is not on the album.



Next, up is Matmos' Supreme Balloon. I'm not quite sure if this 7 song output would be considered an album or ep as it clocks in at about 45 mins. Nevertheless, theres some solid work here from them. The album fits in somewhere in between the idm/"listening techno" and straight electronic work from the 70s. The title track, is a 24 minute long, mini opus that would rival the growing beat-driven sound scapes of Jean-Michel Jarre, Tangerine Dream or Klaus Schulze. The rest of the work is some of the more melodic and straight electronic work Matmos has put out.

A favorite band of mine for sometime, Ladytron, just put out their new album, Velocifero. On their last album Witching Hour they added a bit more guitar work, but here their back to electro bangers. I can't say enough about how perfect Helen Marine's vocals perfectly fit the music of the band. They'll be in philly on Thursday June 26 with Datarock (ill definitely be there).


The last ablum is Stanogold's Selftitled. She's been getting a lot of comparison's to M.I.A. but this comparison can be slightly misleading. Some of the music on Santogold's album does mirror sound similar to an M.I.A. but there is a lot more variety musically. There are alot of people remixing her tracks too. Check out hypem.com to see some the more dancey mixes people have turned out from her tracks. Great album to start off the summer time vibe.





*There are plenty of places to find these on the nets, but if you want some tracks or to sample the album, drop a line in the comments.*

forever whatever.

whatever forever.

FUCK

scout, bri, brian, keith van horn

i just missed your phone call. got your message though and called back and left a message of my own. good to hear you are, in fact, alive and you seem to be having fun. the banjos in the background sounded like they were rippin through the utahian winds and sending tingles to cowboys toes. go sixers, right? go flyers, eh??? see you soon brother. let us know when you get in so we can meet you at the airport.

that last sentence was pointless because you wont see this until you are already home from the airport. lol~~!!!!~~

100

100










i win

?

99

rain

Today I decided to go to the gym

I was walking in the rain and thought of jim.

for some stupid reason i was trying to hide under my hood

little did i know that once i took it off it felt rather good.

I'm pretty sure i took an extra long route back to my car

I didn't realize that it really was freaking far.

I really hate that guy Jeremiah Wright

I'm pretty sure he isn't so bright.

I need to buy a new pair of sneaks

Oh SHIT, im done school in 2 weeks.

the next post will be number nighty-nine

i hope you are all doing just fine

I have 2 cases of beer

Someone come drink with me here.

Goodnight

sleep tight

Stay swervy,

TOPSYTURVY

Will's hungarian folk music-influenced youtube video of the week. (Only 3 more posts until the big one-zero-zero!)

I heard about Venetian Snares from my good friend, Evan Bernard, a.k.a. Bernie, a.k.a. Evan Beardnard, a.k.a. Hungarian Evan, a.k.a. Evan. We wanted to start a musical endeavor that incorporated Bela Bartok, IDM beats, and eardrum-splitting hardcore punk. However, minus the punk, someone already did it.

Aaron Funk, the Canadian musician that goes by the name Venetian Snares wrote an entire album about his journey to Hungary. The title is "Rossz Csillag Alatt Születtem" which means "I was born under the wrong star." All song titles are in Hungarian, and it contains tons of samples of Eastern European folk music.

This next ditty is titled "Szerencsétlen" (Unlucky) and samples Bela Bartok's 4th string quartet. Enjoy, and try not to have a seizure:

If you wanna ride....

Saturday night from my perspective....

The Phils

Hustle & Flow

Funk Parties on the Radio

Haverford

Sobriety

Hoedown

Shirtless Retard

Dunk Tank

Mummies

Ozzfest

Keg Stands

More radio dance parties

Pick up Seth at 2 45am

Start drinking in van at 3am

Underground hair/fashion shows

Igloos of plastic bottles

Freak Muthaf*#$as

Dancing

Dancing

Dancing

Pride

Dancing

Dancing

Dancing

Pride

Pride

Dancing

Dancing

Pride

McDonalds Breakfast

Anoop without nuggets

40s music

Repetition of songs

what i discovered this weekend

So what has my weekend taught me....

the essentials to life are....

lambsblood, gin buckets, i'm from barcelona, public/private intoxication, the 5-0, colt 45, sleep, caffeine, women, dancing, balloons, pizza, things associated with pizza, youtube videos, while you were in utah blogspot, trunks, pillows, and blankets.

Recurring feelings of loss

I hate to jump the gun on my weekend update, but my shredded memories of last night are teetering dangerously on the edge of the Void. After experiencing dual Philadelphia sport victories (there's always baseball) and a halfhearted attempt at playing beer hockey, we ended up inexplicably drawn to the Oasis. Burdened only with an ever-decreasing supply of 101 proof bourbon, I traveled to a surprisingly populated basement where I was complemented as a "real drinker" by a stranger. Gary and I manned the iPod and fended off ceaseless requests by foreigners for Nickelback.

Things begin to get hazy around this time, but eyewitness accounts say a girl used the age-old pickup line "what do you study?" on me and I left the party with her. This entire time I was experiencing a nagging feeling of incompleteness. We skipped the formalities and went straight into a deep discussion about the nature of being and the state of America. Time skips forward and I find myself sitting in grass, still talking about the concept of self and existence. Eventually, we part ways and I'm standing on a street corner in the light rain waiting to cross the street. The mystery girl comes running back to me and we kiss like it's a scene in a movie. It's at this time that I realize I haven't been wearing a shirt for the last hour and some kind of hard-wired emotional self preservation reflex kicks in and tells me to go to the B-Lud. Thankfully, the bourbon ensured that memory of any insults hurled my way for being shirtless were sloughed off into the Void.

This morning the lady at the lunch truck gave me a free banana and I watched Dirty Dancing.

Sometimes, life is BETTER than a movie!

Almost Adulthood

Today I finished classes for my junior year. After next week's exams ill be a senior. What the fuck.

My Last Night Was a Swirling Hurricane of Debauchery

As I sit on my couch listening to Hall & Oates, I begin to recall the events that defined my last night, certainly one of the more fun experiences over the past month...

It all begins when turvy arrived at my house a little before 7pm.  Being as that we are men our first step in the adventure was to stop at Chili's for some food, flyers, and margaritas.  After a quality meal we left with a little buzz and a roar of excitement that the flyers had a 2-0 lead, and were assured a victory.  (They lost)

Our walk down to the church was pleasant, but upon arrival we found that the line to get in was wrapping well around the whole block, so we had time to kill.  Turvy went to Wawa and purchased the gatorade and juice for mixers, while I ran to Wines & Spirits and bought a bottle of Laird's Vodka mere minutes before closing.  Half of this bottle was consumed in the next 45 minutes.

We finally arrive at the show, seeing good friends such as Harrison, my neighbor Jeff, and Stingray.  This jubilation of a show led to the impulse buy of kazoos by both myself and turvy.  These would prove to be important parts of the later night.  But I digress....  The opening act was the lovely and talented Pepi Ginsburg.  Very impressive and fun show.  She definitely put the crowd in the mood for I'm From Barcelona.  If only the Colt was there.

Colt arrives, slightly blitzed from his post dress rehearsal drinking, as the first notes of Treehouse are being played by the roughly 15-piece band.  Balloons are flying all over the room, and confetti is raining from the heavens.  After the first song their lead singer looked out amongst the sweating crowd and declared "SOMETIMES LIFE IS BETTER THAN A MOVIE!"  Easily the best live show I have seen in the first third of 08, a relatively slow concert season.  The show left us with a sense of joy, and heavy intoxication.  We walked back to University City to rendezvous with The Goob, Windfall, and Barr.  The Goob was MIA, so we bought some cups at the Fresh Grocer for beer pong in the oasis.

Me and turv were on a tear winning 3 games in a row, and getting massively intoxicated.  This is where the night takes a swing for the legendary.  The walk from the Oasis to the B Lud.  DISCLAIMER**** The next paragraph is an interpretation of the night as it was explained to me later, I was at this point lost in the void and merely acting as a slave to my vodka laced beer.

Me and turv take out our kazoos and parade down Spruce Street as if it's New Years Day.  Striking a sense of joy to the street, everyone joins in on the kazoo playing as if its a siren calling to a depressed city demanding that we all celebrate.  The culmination of this city-wide love fest is an old man who is enthralled by our kazoo performance.  We begin to circle him and serenade him as if we are two whimsical pan's attempting to summon a demon spirit from deep within his tired soul.  (See caption above)

(Insert missing paragraph here)

I wake up to a beautiful day, and an incredible lunch with windfall and the beautiful ladies of 4039 Sansom Street.  Life is good.  I love Hall & Oates.

Once a week, after 12:00pm on Thursdays.

I don't go to Penn

But I have some friends who do.

Please stop jaywalking.

Now this is some ballsy biking.

I'm not sure if anyone other than username -x-windfall-x- and I will appreciate this, but this is some insane punk rock biking. OFF THE PIGS!!!!!!!!!

Http Ha-Ha's

porn and barbra

so what has today culminated to?  a lot of crazy shit.  facebook has no more rules, it thinks that you can stalk anyone, i love it and hate it.  their new use of facebook aim is ridiculous.  but im excited to see the new group of people who are willing to talk to me...which is probably half the world.   today in ethics we're talking porn. yeah straight up dirty sex.  tomorrow i'm going to see we're from barcelona.  by the way i need a date for prom... i'll figure it out, i know so many of you ladies out there are waiting on my decision, i really feel like harry potter in the 4th movie. but anyway, ethics and pornography. i talked to chuck today.  he's doing well.  fuck the police and video radar, this is in reference to my 100 dollar speeding ticket through washington dc while on our way to overtaking william and mary, go pikachu. So i watched this movie the other day and the moral i got out of it is don't fuck over your boss, but when you do, kick it and kick it hard, and to go the extra mile whenever, wherever.  

i rock out to barbra streisand.

shimmy and shake kids,

topsyturvY

ATTENTION LADIES....

Look No Further!

 

The story of how I climbed thru your window at 4:00 AM.

My most recently blog-able escapades involve another one of the incredible saturdays that I've been having as of late. As a forward it should be noted that I lost use of my phone last monday (4/14) to unknown technological issues. This has not resulted in total immersion into the void, only a brief engagement into social-voidom.

Friday:
Nevertheless, along with windfall, hawkeye, and cnaeus, I managed to make it up to lehigh for friday evening. Here is a brief list of things about the trip:

• NO long car ride there
• NO automobile break downs
• NO visit to Grue Village
• NO overnights in a sorority house
• NO one got on the bus (or had a need to)
• I did develop a strange affliction to the sound of bells
  

We ventured home that evening and arrived at the graveyard at approximately 3:00AM

Saturday:
After breakfast windfall, hawkeye and myself drove cnaeus' car (sans cnaeus) to sojo and went to the gym.
I split ways with them, as I was planning on going to a friend's house for a small social gathering atop her roof. Earlier in the week windfall and I recorded a mix for her as I thought it would make a birthday gift for her (i hope she likes it :) ). You can download it here. Arriving to the event provided some challenge as I had no way of contacting her from the ground below. Luckily people still have doorbells.
The evening was quite entertaining. But the most memorable moment at the house was when one of the "guests" mentioned how he recently meet a "girl" on second life and was drive to a midpoint destination, the capital to meet her the following weekend. And by recently meet her I mean he joined four days prior and liked her avatar. Internet social networking thats not grounded IRL is bizarre.
After a call to windfall from a pay-phone, g&t's in the park, and several beers I left with my friend to attend an Acid house and electro night in East Germany (Del Ave). This was on par with my previous experience at the same location (you can read about that here).

Madness:
I had known that this night might not have the same vibe that was laid out during the time I had seen daniel bell there but I certainly couldn't have predicted this. Intially, upon entering there were a total of 6 people in the main room (a door man, two djs, an unnecessary sound engineer, and two floor-standers. There may have been more as the occasional inoculated-european-lost-in-philadelphia-dance- zombie did meander in and out.)
We sat in the corner of the room which was only lit this time by the occasional sliver of moonlight the snuck in through the window and some sort of psychedelic light emanating from beneath the dj table. We drank pinters of PBR and listened to some incredible acid house and later house music about house music.

I tried again to contact windfall with no avail. And upon returning to the main room I notice that quite the crowd had built up. Then out of seemingly nowhere, a young woman showed up with not one.....not two...... not three..... but four hula hoops! And after situating three of them she fiddled around with the one until it started to shed a four colored led ophthalmic bonanza.

At this point we fully embraced the dance floor. This carried on until approximately 3:30AM. After driving my friend home, I decide I would stay at the graveyard (not realizing what time it was). I tried ringing and knocking on the door for about 15 minutes or so and then had an idea. I walked over to the ledge where I climbed up before and attempted to get grip. Well, that didn't work so well at first. Eventually I Stalloned my way up to the roof. Luckily your window was opened and I landed softly on your bed.

How did I get here

The past few weeks have been a chemical haze punctuated by trips to the gym. Since starting work, I have little or no impetus to spend my weekends in any state but egregiously drunk. This situational predisposition to bacchanalian revelry has worked out well in the interest of extraordinary weekends. Notable occurances include:
- Burning Andrew Barr's shirt
- Blacked-out conversations about the future of medicine and humanity (longer than an hour)
- Extremely late nights for no reason whatsoever
- Seeing Dave Nada in a basement
- Getting weed so powerful that it invokes an involuntary drooling response when smoked
I'm sure there's a hundred other things that I've been a part of in the past weeks that are infinitely more interesting than those listed but most of my memories are lost in the Void (a complex and interesting concept outlined by my former lab partner from Sudan named Mustafa in the succinct and repeated phrase “there seems to be a void”). We once lost Chris Howard in the void and triangulated its location to somewhere near the airport, but upon searching the area from the safety of an automobile Mr. Howard could not be located and when he contacted us on his own accord he had no memory of being in the Void. As we continue to study the Void, it is becoming increasingly unclear what exactly the Void is and what it (or HE?) is capable of.

rainy bike rides

What a great weekend.  

Yesterday I got to hit up the phillies game, visit the graveyard, sing kelly clarkson, dance, and ultimately end the night by making rahman noodles.  This morning continued the awesome string of events, as I woke up at 12 you called as i was coming out of my drunken stupor, the only thing that could have made the morning any better was a glorious bike ride around the main line, this was an excellent decision, I didn't even mind the fact that it ended up downpouring for several minutes on my ride, I think it made it that much better.  I got a breakfast sandwich at the bakery and the continued on with my ride, the day has led me to the gym and now on to work.  

Life is good.

Shimmy and Shake,

Topsyturvy

i never thought i could have that much fun with rum

so last night was a john, tim, joe, jess night with some mishik and bob. we played quarters with bacardi superior and topped off the handle, like old times on zip zap thursdays. during the game, mishik dropped his power animal in my drink and then stuck his hand into my drink to save it, spilling it everywhere. by the end of the game, two power animals and three quarters found their way into mishik's cup and we had managed to consume 6 bags of tim's popcorn. tim blew my mind with some fucked up robot shit that i don't want to get into (gary proceeded to climb through your window at 4 in the morning. he thanks you for leaving it open. 

i never thought i could have that much fun with rum.

terrible

while you were in utah, tim purwin made me feel like jesus death.

Random Celebrity Facts

It's a beautiful day in the 'Burg...

And that could only mean one thing. Fire up the grill, fill up the baby pool, gather up all your loose change. It's time for a Colt 45 BBQ.

Thursday afternoon haiku part 3

Soda spills are bad

When they stain your favorite pants.

The gift of the gods.

moon

hey scout, 

me and bull ruth were wondering if you're looking at the same moon we are right now thinking exactly what we're thinking. 

just checking in.

that g*lll is smoking

only a certain few can fully appreciate how much this link relates to me. take a quick look and maybe you too could understand what it was like to walk down to the han and hear me say the title. Those who were with me still do not know what I was actually talking about and I will not disclose this information to anyone. Good Day.


http://www.snorgtees.com/hotgrillongrillaction-p-338.html

Caffeine and the year of the POTATO

This week I am dedicating to the sole ingredient that has maintained alertness and eradicated drowsiness in moments of desperate need, caffeine. It's in time of cram sessions and late night work sessions that I make this blog worthy.  The only downside is you might lay awake in bed after the fact for 30+ minutes.  Speaking of this downside, it might just be this week's pet peever as well.

By the way, on my last run last night at around 1:30 I got pulled over for driving with my high beams on...What the fuck is that?...First of all I turned them on turning onto a side street and the cop had nothing better to do than waste my time and give me a warning saying that we talked, do I really care for this unnecessary piece of paper regarding my drowsy conversation with a police officer at 2 in the morning.

My new favorite sandwich is the double eggplant parmesan, my new favorite attire is sandals with gym shorts and a sweatshirt.  This works if it's 45 degrees in the morning or 70 degrees in the afternoon.  

Today my extra credit question on one of my test was "2008 is year of what food"....thanks to our glorious new years celebrations, yours truly knew that it is clearly the year of the POTATO

shimmy and shake,

TOPsyturvy

TorieTabloid.org -- Post 4

One of my spies (Johnny Beerseed) has been keeping tabs on Tories for the past few days. Here, I pass on to the world his report.

Today is one of those days were there is no exciting news; however, I have a few juicy bits about some of our founding fathers.

PATRICK HENRY was arrested last night for Riding Under the Influence (doesn't he know that they always put up cattle guards as a road block from drunken riders on Thirsty Tuesday?). He was picked up off of DOG street, swerving on his trusty steed. He failed to submit to a sobreity test and was put in the stocks until 9 am. When he was released, he had the odd scent of cabbage on him...was it the wig makers new scent, "Humiliation?" Or was it Bruton Parish Church's, "Essence of Judgement?"

In other news, THREE UNIDENTIFIED MEMBERS OF THE HOUSE OF BURGESSES were spotted running away from a good ol' barreler of a party. The British soliders were unable to catch up with them due to their necessity to stay in formation. However, when they went back to the house for evidence, they found 4 barrels of meade and evidence of a possible game of shillings. Too bad those coins didnt make it to the taxing bin of King George.

Lastly, GEORGE WASHINGTON was found attempting to steal Jerky from Ye Ol' Wawa. When caught by the Torries, he was questioned, at which point he said he could not tell a lie and stated that he was, in fact, guilty. With this just in time for the race for the position of general, will his Tory opponent defeat him or will he prevail still not having the teenager vote? Everyone loves a bad ass.

Well, thats all the news from this lovely city that I abide in...I hope that General Mosby hasn't been hitting any other generals on the ass anymore.

Signing off,
The best point of the three-cornered hat of TorieTabloid spies,
Johnny Beerseed

A tribute

As a tribute to the namesake of this blog, I am posting some words of the beloved mountain man himself that I came across today: 

creepy lodgepole forest

think alike, dont skip

telephone conversations

drunken brown sweaters

sleepy cursed drinkers

eat with your eyes

and drown your sweat

words wont freeze on refridgerators

it will never be cold enough

back to philadelphia

the construction was false

the notepad is thinning

she was grinning

and i was rising tall

the laughter was thick

and so were my dreams

vibrations were heavy

the blue was square

let it swallow shallow fishes

ill serve you several dishes

and die in a small quiet pew

endlessly molding dicks of schonkinite

(the end)