Fellow JJ8 bloggers, I ask you to harken back to those days in early May when bored at work you peered into the not so distant future and thought to yourself this is going to be that summer where I rape & pillage NYC and it's multitude of free cultural offerings. As most you have already noticed summer is done; the weather is getting colder, people are going off to school, and talk turns from drinking kegs to gender. But for those in the mood to rape & pillage we do have a few opportunities left. One of which is Camera Obscura, a band from Scotland that happens to be good and is playing free of charge at the South Street Seaport tomorrow evening. 7PMish.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Tomorrow
Fellow JJ8 bloggers, I ask you to harken back to those days in early May when bored at work you peered into the not so distant future and thought to yourself this is going to be that summer where I rape & pillage NYC and it's multitude of free cultural offerings. As most you have already noticed summer is done; the weather is getting colder, people are going off to school, and talk turns from drinking kegs to gender. But for those in the mood to rape & pillage we do have a few opportunities left. One of which is Camera Obscura, a band from Scotland that happens to be good and is playing free of charge at the South Street Seaport tomorrow evening. 7PMish.
The Last Word in Sex Poetry
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin,
While wiping his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt I would fuck it!"
Anonymous; I personally attribute it to Shakespeare
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin,
While wiping his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt I would fuck it!"
Anonymous; I personally attribute it to Shakespeare
Another Poem about Sex
To His Mistress Going to Bed
What need'st thou have more covering than a man.
by John Donne
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times, having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing, though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear
That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopped there:
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now 'tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, whom I envy
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown's going off such beauteous state reveals
As when from flowery meads th'hills shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow.
Off with those shoes: and then safely tread
In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Received by men; thou Angel bring'st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these Angels from an evil sprite:
They set out hairs, but these the flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Behind before, above, between, below.
Oh my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, mu Empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee.
To enter in these bonds is to be free,
Then where my hand is set my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee.
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are as Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem
His earthly soul may covet theirs not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally as to a midwife show
Thyself; cast all, yea this white linen hence.
Here is no penance, much less innocence.
What need'st thou have more covering than a man.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Jon needs booze to go with pants
Jon's not-so-secret birthday present (B-Day Friday) is a batch of fine JonnyRocket IPA that's bubbling away in my kitchen, but I just realized I'm short on bottles for it. Any of you have a case or so of brown, non-screw top bottles sitting around?
Channel Island Invasion
The fearless quartet took it's show over sea on Thursday and Friday from mainland California to the backcountry of Santa Cruz Island.
We did a lot of good hiking each of the two days we were out there, somewhere in the vicinity of 10-12 miles each day, spanning the peaks and coastline of the island, as well as everywhere in between.
However, what would an episode with this crew be without a little drama? The minor potential disaster of this venture revolved around the water situation. There is no fresh water on the island, so you have to bring all your drinking water with you. We brought a lot of water, but as Ben pointed out many times, including while we were buying the water, we should have brought more. During the first day's hike we were careful not to drink more than we needed to, and we returned to camp with a fair amount of water left for dinner and the next day. However, our appetites, assisted by some Beam and some blizy, were not as successfully held in check that evening. (BTW, Beam tastes bad...)
What we were left with when we went to sleep that night was one full gallon bottle of water. Yet when we woke up the next morning, the bottle had been cracked open, and someone had taken a healthy swig. Who could be so devious and dumb? The culprit was none other than the man who had been so insistent upon our bringing more water (and who had been so persistent with his "I told you so's"), Ben.
So we had to ration off what was left, but still managed to compound our idiocy by leaving most of our water at the campsite while taking the second day's hike, carrying with us only 16 oz to share. Even after Athas bailed 15 minutes into that day's hike, that was not nearly enough water for the amount of strenuous hiking the other three of us did in the blaring hot sun. Fortunately we were assisted by a couple oranges another couple of guys on ATV's unknowingly allowed us to appropriate. That was a painful day, but we all made it back perfectly intact and healthy, and were able to enjoy our time on the pier as we awaited the ferry to pick us up.
We did a lot of good hiking each of the two days we were out there, somewhere in the vicinity of 10-12 miles each day, spanning the peaks and coastline of the island, as well as everywhere in between.
However, what would an episode with this crew be without a little drama? The minor potential disaster of this venture revolved around the water situation. There is no fresh water on the island, so you have to bring all your drinking water with you. We brought a lot of water, but as Ben pointed out many times, including while we were buying the water, we should have brought more. During the first day's hike we were careful not to drink more than we needed to, and we returned to camp with a fair amount of water left for dinner and the next day. However, our appetites, assisted by some Beam and some blizy, were not as successfully held in check that evening. (BTW, Beam tastes bad...)
What we were left with when we went to sleep that night was one full gallon bottle of water. Yet when we woke up the next morning, the bottle had been cracked open, and someone had taken a healthy swig. Who could be so devious and dumb? The culprit was none other than the man who had been so insistent upon our bringing more water (and who had been so persistent with his "I told you so's"), Ben.
So we had to ration off what was left, but still managed to compound our idiocy by leaving most of our water at the campsite while taking the second day's hike, carrying with us only 16 oz to share. Even after Athas bailed 15 minutes into that day's hike, that was not nearly enough water for the amount of strenuous hiking the other three of us did in the blaring hot sun. Fortunately we were assisted by a couple oranges another couple of guys on ATV's unknowingly allowed us to appropriate. That was a painful day, but we all made it back perfectly intact and healthy, and were able to enjoy our time on the pier as we awaited the ferry to pick us up.
And just cuz he's such a special guy, here are a few more pictures of the Baby SealBear.
And now we would appreciate your opinion on something. Voting may be done in a poll set up to the left.
Who has the best ass?
And now we would appreciate your opinion on something. Voting may be done in a poll set up to the left.
Who has the best ass?
1) 2)
3) 4)
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
help! i need pants
folks, does anybody have rain pants? or maybe some synthetic, warm-up-y pants? (note: in case you forgot, i'm small)also if you've got any of the following i could use them:
- unbreakable mug
- unbreakable bowl
- headlamp
med school is a kicking off a little bit differently than i anticipated and we are taking an upstate trip this weekend to practice surgery on bears. thanks!
Interesting Read
Normally I'm not a "TierneyLab" fan, but he linked to this lecture today and I thought it was fascinating. And apparently I'm more cro-magnon than I thought.
http://www.psy.fsu.edu/~baumeistertice/goodaboutmen.htm
http://www.psy.fsu.edu/~baumeistertice/goodaboutmen.htm
Monday, August 20, 2007
JJ8 Invades the Left Coast
The traveling JJ8 minstrel show seen below has just returned from a tour of southern California that included stops in Los Angeles, Santa Barbara, and the Channel Islands. Unfortunately no gigs were booked, so all of our time was spent relaxing, enjoying ourselves, and getting into trouble.
We hung out at the beach, splashed around in the pool, and spent a lot of time soaking in the hot tub. On Wednesday afternoon we went wine tasting where we got to taste some of Davy Crockett's wine, and we ran into a guy that grew up on the same street that I did in Framingham, MA. It was a fascinating coincidence that rapidly degenerated into an extended one-on-one coversation that became uncomfortably suggestive, a conversation too long to recount here, but suffice to say it was surprising that I (we) didn't get invited back to this guy's hotel room.
Thursday and Friday we spent hiking/camping on the Channel Islands. This gets its own post.
Saturday we played 18 holes of golf. This was the first round of 18 holes played on a full sized golf course by most of us, and as you might expect, we distinguished ourselves magnificently. Things began with us arriving just on time for our tee time (which made us 10 minutes late in their eyes), which was immediately followed by our being questioned about what we were doing loading a cooler on to one of the golf carts. Not to worry, though, as all that beer and ice was successfully transferred to two separate plastic bags...much less conspicuous. Then, as play got underway, we had a little trouble following the not very well marked course from hole to hole. At one point, between holes, one of our carts drove a little astray, and in an attempt to correct the mistake, apparently drove across one of the greens. It turns out that this doesn't sit very well with golfers and golf course managers, so after a late 50's stereotypical golfer guy ratted us out, we got a reprimanding about hunrdeds of thousands of dollars and insurance liabilities, and one of our carts was confiscated. This was then followed a couple holes later by another couple of ho-bag golfers yelling at us for who-knows-what. However, none of this is to say that we didn't have fun. Please enjoy the following (it's even better if you can hear the sound)...
Other highlights include a couple of nervous experiences with a prowling skunk, some fantastically prepared meals and bloody marys, and an amateur check up of the Nissan Axess (Nad, I forget the car's nickname). If that car makes it back, it will be thanks to us. Observe the troupe at work in the kitchen and under the hood.
We hung out at the beach, splashed around in the pool, and spent a lot of time soaking in the hot tub. On Wednesday afternoon we went wine tasting where we got to taste some of Davy Crockett's wine, and we ran into a guy that grew up on the same street that I did in Framingham, MA. It was a fascinating coincidence that rapidly degenerated into an extended one-on-one coversation that became uncomfortably suggestive, a conversation too long to recount here, but suffice to say it was surprising that I (we) didn't get invited back to this guy's hotel room.
Thursday and Friday we spent hiking/camping on the Channel Islands. This gets its own post.
Saturday we played 18 holes of golf. This was the first round of 18 holes played on a full sized golf course by most of us, and as you might expect, we distinguished ourselves magnificently. Things began with us arriving just on time for our tee time (which made us 10 minutes late in their eyes), which was immediately followed by our being questioned about what we were doing loading a cooler on to one of the golf carts. Not to worry, though, as all that beer and ice was successfully transferred to two separate plastic bags...much less conspicuous. Then, as play got underway, we had a little trouble following the not very well marked course from hole to hole. At one point, between holes, one of our carts drove a little astray, and in an attempt to correct the mistake, apparently drove across one of the greens. It turns out that this doesn't sit very well with golfers and golf course managers, so after a late 50's stereotypical golfer guy ratted us out, we got a reprimanding about hunrdeds of thousands of dollars and insurance liabilities, and one of our carts was confiscated. This was then followed a couple holes later by another couple of ho-bag golfers yelling at us for who-knows-what. However, none of this is to say that we didn't have fun. Please enjoy the following (it's even better if you can hear the sound)...
Other highlights include a couple of nervous experiences with a prowling skunk, some fantastically prepared meals and bloody marys, and an amateur check up of the Nissan Axess (Nad, I forget the car's nickname). If that car makes it back, it will be thanks to us. Observe the troupe at work in the kitchen and under the hood.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Costa Rica - "The Switzerland of Central America"
Adz and I just blasted through Costa Rica and are now in Ocotal, Nicaragua. (Note that I am the 4th jayjayate member that has been to this lil village...we tried to meet up with Stephen Fishbach but missed him by a couple hours). Anyhoooo, Adz´s ability to sleep has astounded all of us throughout the years, but none of you have had the extreme pleasure to see her sleep for hours on busted roads in busted vehicles. Amazing...nay...awe-inspiring. Here is a taste...
Other pretty sightings
sorry for the fucked up orientation of the vids, but this posting in itself is already very advanced. We miss you guys!
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