Yeah, racism, arrests, whatever. I heard ya.
But what was that? No, after the part about beer mugs.
BUD LITE?
Obama, you’re the most powerful man in America. I don’t know much about the innerw0rkings of the White House kitchen, but I’m sure they have it in their power to get you any beer you could ever want. They don’t have to serve you piss. You didn’t invite Professor Gates and Sargeant Crowley to go against you and Biden in flip cup! Order a decent ale, please!
And Sam Adams Lite? Mr. Gates, you’re smarter than Jesus, you don’t need to worry about your weight. Those extra calories will not make you dumber.
So Sargeant Crowley, we, thacant, congratulate you on choosing a beer with flavor. Or as you may say, flavah. I bet you even drank more than one.
Biden, n/a? … no comment.
I’m not the only one up-in-arms about this happy hour. U.S. brewers are irked that among all the beer served that afternoon, only one is produced in America, and the one was a light beer. Sam Adams Light, but light nonetheless is produced in Boston, props to Mr. Gates for his Boston loyalty. Blue Moon is produced by Coors, which has shared ownership in the UK. Bud Light – which, by the way, sucks – is produced by Anheuser-Busch, now based in Belgium.
Perhaps we can all take a cue from Richard Neal, a Massachusetts Congressman who has written the White House extending his hopes that the meeting would promote “beer-drinking nationalism.” Congressman Neal expressed his disdain for Bud as he claimed that he and the president “both share a common interest in fostering the success of American-headquartered companies.”
America!
Cheers, Congressman.
Henry Louis Gates Jr. is a Harvard professor, director of Harvard’s W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research, and overseer of TheRoot.com, a website on African-American news. He lives in a two-story Cambridge home with a stubborn front door.
James Crowley is a Cambridge Police officer who responded to a call in which a woman reported seeing “two black males with backpacks on the porch,” with one “wedging his shoulder into the door as if he was trying to force entry.”
Gates, dismayed by this incident, demanded the name and badge number of the officer. After showing his identification and proving his residence, Gates followed the officer out to the front porch, where he was arrested.
Gates is the foremost African American Scholar in America. He was recently the victim of racial profiling. Naturally, this drew the attention of Barack Obama, who invited Gates and Officer Crowley to the White House for a tour, some libations, and a chance to talk.
While it was called a “beer summit,” Obama maintains that the event was simply “folks having a drink at the end of the day and hopefully giving people an opportunity to listen to each other.”
It was noted that the men drank out of traditional beer mugs. Obama had a Bud Lite, Sergeant Crowley had Blue Moon, and Professor Gates had Sam Adams Light. Biden, who abstains from alcohol, drank Buckler nonalcoholic beer. They also enjoyed peanuts and pretzels.
No apologies were offered, but Crowley has made statements claiming that he acted stupidly and regretted his actions.
bulloney
If you love her so much, why don’t you spell Krissy‘s name right?
After months of swatting flies with a sneaker and leaving dead insect smears marring the view from his apartment’s bay windows, Senior Curt Bell has decided to take a more civil approach to ridding bugs.
Spending the summer in an apartment with holey screens allowed Bell to practice his attack, which left the broad window shaking and roommates fearing him punching right through it.
“I thought for sure we’d have to replace the window – all so Curt can have the satisfaction of killing a fly,” roommate Brian Ivory stated in his regard for Bell’s ferocity.
As the dead bugs on the window seemed to attract more bugs, the apartment as a whole decided that Bell must stop using his sneaker – a size 12 Jordan – to swat the bugs. John Davis, Bell’s roommate and Environmental Studies major urged Bell to stop killing them, and steer them outside the door, to let them live in nature.
“Yeah, right, DOG,” Bell responded last night, as he slammed a glass on top of a fly, trapping it on the coffee table.
trapped, dead
Bell left it there until the next morning, when he remembered that he did in fact, actually conquer the feat of trapping a fly, and found it dead under the glass.
Hate Jann Wenner? YUP. I do.
OK- maybe he is just cross promoting the Beatles new ROCK BAND that is coming out on September 9th- but honestly. Doing a cover on “Why the Beatles Broke Up” makes it seem like he is just getting lazy. I used to regard Rolling Stone as the end-all-be-all of reviews, rankings, lists and coverage. But now I just see how far the mag has come and crossed over to selling out. The more I read, the more I get angry and all I want to do is take my anger out on Jann Wenner. He has a stupid name that I’ve probably been mispronouncing my entire life. YAN, I think it is. ANDDDD his wife’s name is Jan! That is so obnoxious- I just hate everything about him. And his lame contributions to the AWFUL Hunter S. Thompson documentary “Gonzo.” I will say that the best thing we got out of rolling stone was HST. Peter Travers, the current movie reviewer only reviews movies for the mag’s demographics- romping all over anything that doesn’t please the rocker audience they serve so well. After dropping out of UC Berkeley in 1966 (who DOES that?!) and starting a GREAT music/politics/coverage magazine that broke ground for its time–now he’s just publishes Green Day covers and is like every other news source greedy for the scoop. And now just like everyone else he is still reporting that Michael Jackson is STILL DEAD— who KNEW?! Although he does cover all formats, and the new Jeff Tweedy interview is intriguing…. I cannot take all the props to Kayne. Any magazine that gives Kayne West a crown of thorns on the cover of their magazine is just suggesting that all of his sampling and crazy pop-tastic-STEALING is okay. Ever since Kayne sampled my favorite Steely Dan song- about the history of Ken Kesey with AMAZING lyrics and melody (LOVE IT) — now it is just a part of a stupid song that gets played at full volume and loses all its meaning.
I think I will just move on to and stick with publications that have gusto, real writers, and award winning content- like the New Yorker. Any magazine that publishes David Sedaris regularly deserves a higher pedestal than rolling stone ever should. YAN– you just lost another reader.
Week-at-a-glance. The Convocation Lunch. Different hours at Rogan’s. Freshman vomiting outside of a Circles party.
All of these things make us aware that this summer is over. For the first time in months, I have to go to real class. That’s not to say that class in L.A. wasn’t real – that’s to say that it was infrequent, and, as far as Government and Media was concerned, useless.
Although my first class isn’t until noon, I dread walking into Friends knowing that for those fifty minutes, I am prisoner to the professor in front of me. So what have I been doing to prepare to live on someone else’s terms for two more semesters, to get over this daunting steeple ahead of me?
I bought a planner. I’ve recently realized that I never know what’s going on. Nor do I know when it’s going on. So I got this planner, which, thus far, only has the time and location of my first class written in it. I’ll probably ditch it by October first. Now, it’s one of those things that, at the time being, I’m hopeful of, like Jordan saying that he “really wants to get good grades this semester, I know I always say it, but I’m really gonna try.” I know that in a few weeks, I’ll be tired of carrying it around and feeling like a nerd. I’m just gonna reassure myself that “I’ll remember _____,” until whatever-it-is occurs, someone reminds me of it, and I’ll think, “damn, if I only had that planner.”
I headed up to the lunch on campus where I invented the omnivore burger: A beef pattie and a veggie pattie on a bun. Twice the meet, half the carbs. Vegetarians may be shaking their heads at this, and I do apologize, because I think when I put the veg pat on, the tongs may have grazed the beef pat. Get over yourselves. I do apologize, though. While I was on campus, I ran into some old friends, immersed myself in the campus and came to terms with the fact that I’d be spending a fair amount of time up there in the coming weeks. I even got a shout out WICB. Thanks, Aaron Terkel.
Lastly, perhaps most importantly, I’ve given a final salute to summer, a season I’ve been reveling in since my flight left for Los Angeles January 10th. With plenty of Natty from Rog’s, an invitation to the Circles, and a beautiful night to swill, I took down the last sips of summer.
Goodnight, and see you on campus, if you can will yourself up there.
It’s one of those things you never consider until you face it head-on, drenched in sweat and the thirst-comparative of starving; mad thirsty.
That’s how I found myself outside that convenience store in CollegeTown near CTB. I headed to the fridge knowing the only thing to quench my thirst was an ice-cold Zona, Grapeade.
I placed it on the counter, handed the clerk my dollar, and noticed something despicable at the display on the register: $1.07.
Like I’ve said before, Zona’s charm lies in its price. I had another dollar to cover it. I had $20. But just like I didn’t buy that $1.69 Zona at the rest stop, I refused to pay more than a buck for my Zona. Plus I wasn’t about to walk around with 93 damn cents weighing down my pockets and my spirits.
So in I go to the take-a-penny-leave-a-penny jar. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 pennies.
Grapeade is delicious.
On my birthday, I had a personal favorite of mine, corn muffins, baked for breakfast.
Which got me to thinking, that corn muffins, like blueberry or lemon-poppy muffins, are delicious.
English muffins are delicious too, in a different way – like with melty peanut butter and or jelly – hell, or marmalade - on them.
But if I go to England and order a muffin, I do not want to receive this:
weak
On the other hand, if I order toast in France and get this:
eggselent
I’ll be a happy man.
For once, France prevails at something.
There is some for serious decent music happening in the city of ITHACA this fall. You can pretty much find anything you like. The MEAT PUPPETS will be here on November 19th at Castaways. SUFJAN STEVENS is at Castways too!– September 23rd! On October 1st THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS will be at the State Theater! And the same weekend as Brew Fest– is the POSITIVE JAM with THE HOLD STEADY, the FELICE BROS. and DEER TICK– happening September 6th at Stewart Park. And don’t forget about MUSE FEST this weekend.
Live music, fun times, good vibes. get INTO IT.
Hopefully a lot more to come here for live music updates around town.
Also I heard that these guys know what they’re talking about.
If you haven’t bought tickets for the Built to Spill show at the State Theater, do so IMMEDIATELY. $15 for one of the best, albeit, most unappreciated bands of our generation. Coming to town October 8th.
And as we’ve just been made aware of, are The Mountain Goats. They’ll be playing ON CAMPUS at the Emerson Suites in September. Get on it.
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