Jeff S

Only 87 cents an issue

By the numbers, Combatrhino is still very relevant. Its appreciation is under-appreciated even by its creators (including this author).
But it is weird to wonder what place it has. I think someone, maybe joel or ryan, commented on how it has had an important place in keeping a group of people together. I don't know, what do you think? How can CombatRhino still be as cool as it has been (at points)?

this is not to say that it has lost anything or gained for that matter. but it is bizarre, it is very much a weird little organism, digital as it may be, which goes through mini bouts of awareness, fits, growth, etc. it has really been pretty cool, and I dont anticipate to drastically change....yet
your thoughts and ideas, please

statistics

A)
I have been logging AIM conversations since 8th grade (6 years), and doing so in a logical (properly formatted) fashion since 2002. The result is probably the largest set of data I can claim as my own, aside from perhaps my arrays of mp3 cds or what is becoming a longer list of blogs. I finally gave into technological temptation and installed a rather full bodied analyzing-type postgresql program for Adium. Details are irrelevant, but to give you a few interesting figures from the screen-name on my buddy list endowed with the biggest/hottest data (reginafalangi88/Erica Hart):

Number of instances of the word "poop," as ordered by screenname

Some might categorize this as some sort of bizarre disfunctionality, but I am rather proud of this figure. I wonder if Erik is jealous that he is not number 1, since he used to talk about his movements frequently.

Number of messages, in conversations with Reginafalangi88, per month in the year of 2004

Numbers tallied on the right are numbers of messages, and the numbers on the bottom correspond to the months of the year.

Now I would ask you what is weird about that one? I was surprised to see the drop out in June's messages myself; even for someone who is generally AIM-infrequent, this is somewhat abnormal. But! Then I remembered this! and I think everyone should revere her monk-like adherence to self-made predictions. Certainly I could learn a lesson or two.

B)

Saturday the 18th, Joel, Ryan, Jeff and I took advantage of the fiscal boon that is the College world Series (2 points for those not involved who know the kissee here).

It was not a booth at all, but exactly 0 people asked us about this inconsistency. We had 5 hecklers, one (and a half) of which attempted to apply rogue economics and undercut our project. Unfortunately offering free kisses doesn't change the fact that you are dirty.

We had 21.24 in revenue; adjusting for inflation (we threw in approximately 8 dollars to show people how to give us their money; please correct me if you can account for the exact figures here) we made precisely $13.24 (I know this much for sure). Enough for ice cream for just about four. Jeff (M) was the only one who got an individual kiss.

overalls

well I don't have any rational explanation as to how this came about (but as is the case with many of the past videos). but it is worth a peek for at least a few reasons. it should be enjoyed by the whole family, though surely the establishment will find flaws. but even the hope diamond has flaws. and this thing is probably bigger than the hope diamond. its 4.5 megs to be excact. enjoy!

Misson.mov (4.5 megs)

recapulatory

here are some of my favorite photos from the trip. I say some, because there were 350, and I probably wouldn't show you all of my favorite ones either. there has to be some sort of surprise!



In terms of Europe, I will offer you my complete, accurate assessment of the whole thing:

zie BloggenfraudÄr (From Berlin)

well here I am
in germany, where y's are z's on the keyboard
I am shortly arrived from France
where as expected I had a wonderful time with Erica
I wish I had pictures to show you! if I had known I would have access to the internet I would moblog as they call it
I thought that maybe this would be a delightful vacation from the internet
but I succumbed to internal pressure. But I am realizing slowly that the internet for good vs for evil is all about self motivation and not letting it become an addiction
drinking age is lower here. open beverages is allowed. plenty of techno. europe is a good place, I still like Amerika better, but I could live here provided the situation was right. look for more when I get back. good chance I will delete this when I get back, too, because its not that great of a blog.

work harder at the things you thing you are doing well, though. it is important to always be learning

the nebraska legislative year is over

I leave for France, today, at 2 pm, until the 13th of june.
I hope for it to be entirely enlightening. Erica and her sister will be there. I am bringing: 2 striped shirts. I might have forgot my pretention though. just kidding....

such that you do not get bored whilst I am away, here are a few things to gnaw and tear at

Binney Park photos! this was a Ricky Fulton volunteer event. this year it was located at 24th and Binney, North O, and we made a lot of cool friends (learn your manners!)

A few random tricks, care of some of the kids here and the other jeff! Most of these don't require explanation. That red thing is the mat behind the high jump pole deal.

it should be noted:
-I have been reading lately. what are books you like? who likes the idea of a combatrhino book club (though I'm fairly certain I executed this idea at one point, I don't remember what it was called)?
-please visit ilikenicethings.com while I am away, it is redesigned, repurposed, and hopefully dave has a hilarious little gem hidden away in his rimmed glasses
-there is a song out there, floating along AIM, which was recorded last night, the 3rd of june. If its subject matter was not so heinous/awesome/heinously awesome, I would put it up here. but alas, you will just have to find it. it's called "Grass on the field," if this gives you any indication of what it may very well be like. And I thank an anonymous someone who was courageous enough to help record it! And MartyWillenholly on AIM is a good place to look for the mp3 itself
-the other night a fantastic idea was come up with: does jeff fit??? it may very well spawn a fantastic domain name.

just passin me by

I am not a careful user of english

the hot dog king

on a visit to the local burrito shop which is known as "Q'Doba," I found myself face to face with a furmiliar villain.

Admittedly, my burrito experience is limited to what few ventures I made to the other mom and pop burrito shop which is known as "Chipotle" in New York, but suffice to say that I feel that a crticial appreciation of this style of shop has been built up (the two are direct copies of each other, so they will be compared as such, rather than actually criticizing their burritos for their burritoness)

The first beef I have is that there is no pork. Maybe this is my fetish-like wont of Southern goods, but there was no pig delight in store. That is just like an easy fix, as I see it. Other things, like the looseness of the burrito, I assume will only improve with time.

An interesting item of note: for those would-be conniseurs of pop, the mix is either naive in its ill-mixing, or fantastic in its cultivation of new flavors. I remembered half way into my Dr. Pepper that I was, in fact, drinking Coke. I tried the sprite for similar effect, and I reccomend you all to broaden your taste buds.

Will I visit the Doba again? Perhaps. I think for sentimental value if not for Burritoes. I must say, I prefer the simplicity in ordering at Chipotle, if I can say that I favor this style of restaurant at all.

Also of note: when/if you do go, use the high chair seats. I feel like most people avoid them out of fear, but only in seeing others use them will they become more widely adopted. And opinions expressed here are solely my own.

Thanksgiving balls

I hate to be a nag here, but....where are the blogs?

well since I am big brutish and in your face I will drop a little science, not even for pity's sake, but because I want to. I'm just that cold and funky, like James Brown's Out of Sight. And yes, as of writing, that is me who has it checked out from the library.

The thing is, when people don't write things, it's not that I think they are lazy or busy, I assume they are boring. and that is bad news bears, I hope?
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An interesting sort of meta-debate I have been seeing across many forms of everything is something like "elitists vs. populism." I saw it today in an article I read on the collectors world's natural opposition to designers who contract with major companies (look at Target ads and this might make more sense). I have seen it in some of the reaction towards Blink, a book I recently finished. Other people have mulled upon this subject as well.

But I think this speaks to a much larger sort of divide. I distinctly remember some conversation where I argued with someone the merits/dismerits of a book such as the DaVinci Code, a book whose major criticism is in its supposed pandering towards simpletons, or something like that. The question would be, should we be dumbing down or turning up our noses (figuratively of course)?

There are some grave intellectual trends implied here, that somehow an intellectual ruling class has the right to judge (or not) the "unwashed masses." But at the same time one cannot ignore the blatantly negative effects of dumbing down.

I guess my feelings depend largely on the situation; there are definite benefits to making something more widely available, and I feel as if this is possible without significantly altering content (in a given piece of art or information). But this responsibility to the actual content must be maintained, lest populist intentions create even more reason for end user/viewer/reader watering-down.

the two opposing examples I would draw and make fight in an arena would be the Académie Française and anything of the Sparknotes variety

on a bit note

sometimes, and I mean rarely, someone writes about something I have conceived in its entiriety in my mind way before they might have. the problem is that I don't know any famous people, so perhaps this is a better piece of writing than whatever I might have come up with. a good read nonetheless, especially if you think you might be funny but aren't sure

The joke is dead

what in the confound cat hair would you want me to do

In several conversations about the subject, the concept of post-awareness has been defined. I almost hesitate to write about this here, because to enter the idea in your heads is to lead you down a dark tunnel chalk full of insular references and cross references, but I will try and keep it simple for y'all. I wouldn't write it if I didn't think I could get you out, either. So here we go

Irony is a mindstate which has all but flooded our generation's consciousness. The example I often cite is clothing, specifically t-shirts; go to the mall, look at t-shirts, you will have some idea of what I'm talking about. But it is found everywhere else, it is movies, it is music and I guess I won't choose to venture into books, because I don't yet have enough of a literature backing to make informed decisions.

Irony is no longer novel. We've given it, what, about 20 years, but in less than a year, I somehow changed from making fun of things to making fun of people who make fun of things. What I end up dealing with is a parenthetical post-post-post maze, where in my mind I am wondering if I will advance to the next level of hierarchical understanding and condescension. And I guess me and whoever else is joining are ready to get off the train.

People are funny, I am not going to deny humor in people. But living this as a guiding principle is somehow flawed, it makes me want to wash my hands. It is at the basis of unjust culture theft, unfunny sarcasm, and awkward cultural misunderstandings. This is all due to too much insincerity, and in a post-aware world, it is no longer necessary for one to remain so desperately aware in order to be cool.

I do warn you, as was reminded of me by a professor, that one should not feed any sort of belief too much. The critical thinker doesn't dine on only one theory, lest his mind become clouded with that idea alone. As you can see with our friends the extremists of the religious right and even our real friends on the far protesty left, that sort of thing ends up being pretty circular. This is why I like emo music, but I don't love/live it. It is also why people start watching the OC ironically but inevitably come to a melodramatic point of addiction. In my understanding of the spectrum of emotional expression, one can not or should not be exclusively pure emotion or pure insincerity, rather, it is the mix of both which is apt to produce a more enjoyable person.
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here is a link to the essay I wrote about this subject, through the context of Beck. some people will find it intresting, while the rest are probably too insincere or emotional...:jeff:



This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.

chez moi

I am at home the wonderful homaha. I just recently figured out irony so look forward to that piece of writing, but in the meantime, here is something I did
check it

oh and look at all the words that we have come up with

push the button!

As summer rolls in on neon, 20 inch rims, a word which has spent some time in my mind is Formative. rather than copying and pasting Merriam Webster to show exactly how legitimate and scholarly I am, I will just talk about myself a lot.

1.every Friday, during the lunch break of my 6 hour class, I always eat at a specific pizzeria, Mercato's. it is not my regular stop, as pizza there is only good around 70 percent of the time, but because the routine has been established, some intangible essence circumscribing the whole situation has made every friday lunch transcendent. they have a great pop mix. really great. actually the best part is the setup of the pizzeria itself:

which means that not only do you not have to look directly at whoever you may be eating with, but it feels like you are eating with everyone together. and makes staring at someone odd potentially that much easier

2.America's official pasttime is wearing fake moustaches, and admittedly I do it whenever I can remember to. today I purchased a new one whose actual title is "the casanova."

while walking home, I passed (as I always do) one of the many antique shops which line 10th street, Eskandar. I looked into the window only to find Michael Stipe (of REM fame) smiling back at me, assumably chuckling about my absurd and simultaneously delightful faux facial hair. I threw him a peace sign back. (I believe that those who might scoff at celebrity obsession are probably not as interesting as they purport to be)

the routine and the eventful are both things I will miss. at this point it is difficult to tell if I will miss them more than I miss Omaha. going home this break is certainly different than others, due to the larger expanse of time. hopefully I have done alright in documenting my various exploits, and more is sure to come, from this summer and beyond to next year.

knock knock who's there

so last night was pretty big, first rap concert. given how much I purport to represent rap, it was a good thing. it may have been the most intense concert for me; yes, even hardcore concerts somehow didn't match some of the energy here. dizzee's performance was fantastic. it probably helps that he is the same age as Dave J and others. during one of his singles, Jus a Rascal, both the crowd and I went wild. jumping up and down yes, but also halfway through he rapped over the beat from "Hip Hop" by Dead Prez and also "Lean Back" by Big Pun and Co. just....too....awesome

this is relevant in a larger sense too. one of the few tasks left before the exodus to omaha, I will be writing potentially the most interesting essay of my life. it is about Beck (cheap, right?) but it is more far reaching, or should be if I put the correct amount of effort into it. here is an anecdote that is relevant:

I was writing a paper in French, I don't remember about what. I pulled out my newly used french/english dictionary, to look up the word ironically. it doesn't exist. and that is why I need to move to france.

to know me is to know how i am simultaneously fascinated and not (thus is the paradox) with irony, spite, post-modernism, self-awaredness, whatever you want to call it. this is related to dizzee rascal and Beck and a good deal of my cultural experience, or should be if I work it right. I made a shady promise in backroom corridors to figure this out for myself by like may 8th or something like that. and hopefully this wasn't too vague, I probably won't publish the paper because joel didn't have much success with that. but I might rewrite a simpler, less fleshed out version

koolaid

"My man is crushin."
He subsequently extended his grip, seal of approval. Alcohol was clearly on the ticket, yet this black man definitely seemed to embody some form of cool.
"This dude is crrrrushin. Check him OUT," he beckoned his accomplice, who was either too drunk or too tired to signal recognition. We stood in The Pizzeria, a place whose singularity is repeated in name and quality. I was put up in an all red outfit; a red corduroy suit-coat, a differently colored red corduroy pair of pants, and yet an even differently colored red polo t-shirt. A bright green tie sealed the deal.
"Crush a holic," he said.
"Crush o-matic," I replied, then added, "Crush city, USA."
"You are pimpin tonight, I know you are..." He followed, "He's like santa claus! What red and green and all."
"Yes, I try and give my presents all across the land," I said.
"How do I get that? I gotta get that. He's even got the Air Moses sandals with white socks! You gotta hook me up with this. Check out my shirt"
He pulled up his sweatshirt, revealing a black t-shirt with a construction sign, below which stood the words "Pimp At Work"
"We could trade I suppose?" I asked, but he didn't hear.
"Keep it crushin man," and that was all.

boogaloo

this is something which may or may not be a very large project. it is a funny/odd idea to think about, and one for which many examples have trickled in in the course of a few weeks. if you have any good ones, please submit!

I am full into semi-creative production mode. currently, this refers to music, but it really applies to all other genres of artistry as well. inspiration can be either found on the fly or after a series of pre-meditated and summarized thought sessions. then I go into production mode. this involves the transcribing of a beat, writing like a step outline or a paragraph or phrases down, or whatever might apply. then refinement. more refinement and so on

this is how it is seen as a linear process. but sometimes, maybe due to the weather or my blood pressure, all of these elements somehow encircle to form a massive creative nebula. for me, this is like happiness personified. moments like these have created things I tend to enjoy greatly (ilikenicethings, the christmas rap, cadillac's on 22's video, any number of other internet things, photographs etc). the great thing though, is the more skills you have even a slight mastery upon, the more benefits you reap. I don't know why, but I can only assume that when this sort of confluence of events happens, if I had learned the lute I would be producing the funkiest lute music since the greeks.

also last weekend I went to miami and got a lot of big sunburns, and my hair is growing long, and I shaved my facial hair. exciting!

An arguement against the personal bubble

The ipod's popularity is a well-documented success for my only favorite company, Apple. Anymore the ubiquitous mp3 player seems like a freshman-in-college requirement: it is not an exaggeration to say that 95 percent of my friends have one or one like it.

Though I do not take credit for its rise, I do claim to be one of the early adopters. I am still running the original 5gb iPod, though it is no longer unable to transfer music and thus handicapped. In nearly four years its novelty has mostly worn off, though it still serves a utilitarian, and even theoretical purpose. It has even helped me to realize that I listen to music chronlogically, because like my father, I tend associate memories with music (not an original idea).

Though it could be argued that my habits might change if I had a more modern, all-encompassing ipod, I am not at all a fan of the all-music-all-the-time philosophy. I am as much of a musician and music-lover as most, but something about isolating ones self in a wall of carefully chosen playlists irks me.

I bring this up because it is a declaration I have heard often, for whatever reason, recently. I actively prefer purveyors of old school boomboxes (maybe more of a New York phenomenon?) to those who would enhance their detachment by signing on the well-designed, white line. People reference "personal soundtracks," and this I feel is an interesting allusion to cinema, but these soundtracks are not formed to ones self. While there is an appropriate venue for Rousseau-style self-contemplation, this is not what will make you remember "Beautiful" by Snoop Dogg (cody fox used to sing this through the halls).

CARNAGE!!!

bloonie is a site I have periodically maintained featuring things which probably don't fit in any particular category. maintaining various web presences, one tends to accumulate random images and websites, and this chronicles some of that. I hadn't done much with it up until I had a drastic cause:

death chair
this story may make you sad, but I tried to make it funny too. regardless, both breaking and losing clothing are particularly sad. unlike with other material goods, clothing is a part of you in both a clichéd and literal sense. you wear it instead of your naked body, so you adopt their -ness in a way. I will miss my green pants, though I am trying out some replacements, but I am sure we are familiar with how that works

I have been blah-ing to many about my desire for alternative transportation for a while, so when Eli found a better scooter, I took up his old one. it is sort of nerdy, but the idea of a scooter gang is pretty appetizing. in the same way that I feel compelled to do something snow-related when it snows here, I always make myself scoot around the parks when now that we are thawing
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girl 1: Yeah I swear I always have one single thing hurting, like how my shoulder hurts all the time
girl 2:yeah for me its definitely my right knee
girl 3:I think mine is everything

does she even realize she is not following the rules?????

roxithar dertha nuhbagel

A lot of people have a lot of different ideas for combatrhino. It makes me happy that people are interested somehow in its future; I'm all about promoting a discussion. I hope that out of this "puberty" as I would suggest, will arise something great.

It should be noted that a small sidebox on the top left of the main page shows how to access combatrhino from school. Though I harbor no beef against Westside, I see no reason why our site should be banned. I can cite many educational pages on the website if need be, and if the problem is some sort of bandwidth pull, low bandwidth pages are not difficult to cook up from this end.

Whilst talking with Jayme F yesterday, the subject of just what makes a blog not good came up. In the spirit of honesty, I present these to you. I realize that some would criticize those who over-criticize (irony?), however this list is a relatively objective presentation of those things which bug me, Jeff Sisson, as a reader.

-Infrequency of blogging. This is easy to recognize, but blogging right now will not fool anyone
-On the other hand, frequent blogs with no purpose. How do you know if your writing is purposeful? If you were not you, a hard concept to grasp even for the non self-centered, did you come to learn something in reading it? If not, chances are I am already un-reading your blog
-Spelling errors (unless creative, which is basically limited to ironic usage of AIM language)
-Unironic usage of AIM language
-Apologies for not blogging
-Being overly didactic about how good blogs should be (irony?). Here is a good guide for whether you are writing your blogs the correct way: are they terrible for others to read? If yes, I would try something else
-Photos which are too large
-Care of Joel: Bad/Inexistent Grammar

this is short and doesn't get into any of my personal tastes, just so things are out on the table. not suggesting anyone is in jeopardy of anything....or AM I????

Hopefully everyone can read this quickly because I am saving my non combatrhino material for another blog.

26-2

The line anyone who hasn't seen Napoleon Dynamite likes to repeat is the one about skills (which does not permit you to comment on this movie). And unfortunately, this is precisely my goal in life as well. Having been bred from an early age to be intellectual (I was weaned on PBS), sometimes I feel deprived of certain analog skills. This is not to say I am lacking of the people to teach me them, or that I don't know how to do many things, just that I am intensely drawn to the idea of knowing how to do many things.

You could say it is an addiction to "how to's". It is not even necessary to be adept at the google to know how easy it is to find a dearth of this sort of information on the internet. I could start you off with ehow.com, howstuffworks.com, though I would expect at least some of you to recognize these. Wikipedia.org sometimes too

The problem, as I see it, is that this help is too generalized. What satisfies my digs is usually much more specialized, often how to build things that are purchasable and seemingly not-build-able, doing something vaguely illegal (picking locks!) or maybe something even more odd. It is for this reason that my unofficial life goal is to write a sort of encyclopedia/how to guide, for life, based on how I lived it (obviously with the assumption that how I live my life is how everyone else should because I am always right.)

Expect to read it in a year maybe. I have done everything there is to do anyways

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two new raps have been recorded. actually billions are being recorded every day, check out elemental magazine. but expect two new raps somehow affected by me to be digitized and uploaded

p.s. what happened? where is all the writing I like to read here? some disease attacked the land that made you stop blogging or be boring

metamambo

The internet has somehow stopped its gratification. I find myself visiting websites (manually; I don't care for bookmarks or RSS) just to be doing so, separate of whether there is reason or change. people like to be cliché and talk about how the figurative "world" moves so fast that we can't catch up, at least in part due to the global consciousness provided by the internet; unfortunately, I have caught up and done extra credit projects, now feeling vacant and bored. for me, doing the internet is comprised of long expanses of the routine, interspersed with little morsels of transcendence. Usually those moments of greatness have much more to do with outside events or inspiration than the internet itself anyways.

Here is what I am getting at, as what would a non-whiny blog be without some call to action, is that I feel the need to just sort of tone it down a bit. Avid readers would remind me that for lent I gave up giving up things, but I am not giving up the internet. No matter how good Erica thinks giving it up entirely is, that is not even a possibility for me realistically (if only for academic purposes, although that would just be lying on my part :) ).

but I think I just can't keep at this pace with nothing in return. and its not even the "oh I don't have a REAL life." I do. I feel like so long as I retain my inability to play video games, I will always be guaranteed of not being a loser. its just that I am too dependent on technology as an activity rather than a means for something else (I feel it should be more like books than dance dance revolution).

to further disprove that this is giving something up, I am not even going to make rules for myself as I usually do (on that note, whenever lent DOES end, I will have a spectacular treatise on rules and a new and delightful concept for you all to eat a loaf of). I will just try and read a book instead, or take pictures, make something beuatiful, or whatever. Just something else less luminous, if only for a while (in a screen brightness way, not a Pat C. Hoy luminous/numinous way).

he makes machines

first the gates
everytime it has snowed, thus far, some magical force has compelled me to take advantage of the weather. whether its cause is college, the snow, or the nyc, if its snowing it is guaranteed I am out there. so when I remembered that the metaphorical stars had aligned, the gates and snowfall, something of course had to be done. now is where I get way artsy on y'all

towards the beginning of the year, Jeanne Claude and Christo, the well-known artists who created this massivo projectus, spoke at my writing the essay lecture. for me this was undeniably cool, as they are so stereotypically french and art (yet another intersection of awesome in my book). and they are wrappers (pun city, usa). they have this credo that their art means nothing beyond the aesthetic, a modernist notion, but of course everyone else wants to force something onto them. but ms. jeanne claude and her fiery red hair shut down every idiotic repetition of the question "what does it mean?" don't you know better than to second guess a gaul? Souvenez-vous de ne jamais se disputer avec une personne Francaise!

so obviously I have been pumped about this event for months, which is amazing, considering the otherwise great lengths my spite box goes to surround me in bullshit reasons for not liking things. something about that saffron-ness. anyways this has nothing to do with sledding, but I guess what I am getting at is that if there is something that could be fun it is highly recommended that you do it. I am not saying that everything you do is fun, because it for sure is not. but if you see an opportunity, something you may never do again in your life, what is holding you back? certainly it is not the fact that you need a hall pass, or rather it shouldn't be.

this is a perfect segway into the next subbbbbbbbject
subway party?
at the cafeteria, madeline and I, two parts of the adventerous asexual trio (unless you count the presidents day video), reflected upon the fact that it was sad that somehow we had no plans due to dave being errmmmm OCCUPIED. madeline had school work to do, but the coolest guy in the world, the movie, the band, the musical, Eli is always down to be down.
anyways follow a twisted train of weird events and you get to the fact that rumor on the street (the figurative street because I think THE street is actually located somewhere in brooklyn. THE corner is not located far away. THE pizzeria is not far off either, where fomerly THE pizza deal [two slices and a pop for 3.90] was located. is anyone surprised at the emergence of so many THE bands out of new york anymore?) was that there was a subway party. who loves long paranthetical phrases?

now not that I am advocating the consumption of the alcohol, but has anyone seen that smirnoff commercial with a subway party? it was certainly cool enough in my advertising experience that I could tell you the exact song featured in it. basically, attractive people have a sweet party in a subway. cool eh?
well, while running slightly late with another one of eli's rad friendz borna, we were doubting whether this was even going to happen. but sure enough when we entered the union square subway station, we heard reverbed shouts and drumming. party much?

it actually took a while for the subway to come, during which I said hi to a bunch of people who were there that I more or less knew. I happened to be porting my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles headband (purple for donatello) and this was lucky. Because this was on the yellow line, the "broadway" N Q R W lines, this was an N party! nametags were being distributed by a madame in a bowtie, the rule was your costume (to be made up on the spot or whatever) had to begin with an N. well hey LUCKY ME ninja turtles ehhhh
and the train arrived!

all of these people were NYU people, so to be fair it wasn't exactly "hard core" as some might delineate. but it served its purpose.

here is the tom the eli the borna.

and a better view of the car itself. notice that there are non party people on here, how fun! although it was duly noted that the party was relatively wack.... though there were costumes, it doesn't really make it a party just because you are yelling "look at how much fun we are having at this partyyyyyyy"
also as you may have assumed, these were taken on mi cameraphoni. I hate that I didn't have a camera, but honestly nothing was going on SUPER interesting. I guess it served its purpose, though I never really wanted to have to announce the fact that I got a new phone in the first place.
anyways afterwards we deboarded due to boredom, and proceeded to take the train back downtown. we were in a crew with other kids, a group of 6 total, in a relatively empty car. then this dude just like sat next to me. I guess the awkwardness of this situation can't really be explained to people who haven't rode the subway, but needless to say it was awkward.
man I will never stop digging this city

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here is what the cool kidz are doing:
-the replacing of certain letters, s's with z's, i's with y's and the other way around
-the usage of the form "____town, USA" to describe nearly anything. here is dave's away message from last night:
"My Face
Pillow Avenue
Sleepville, USA
send me letters!!"
-WARNING VULGARITY: perhaps you have heard of the phrase "rock out with your cock out." well I hadn't. but in the vein of me thinking of awkwardly hilarious alternatives to using already specific grammatical forms, I created "malice with your phallus"

and lastly
perhaps you have noticed the cute little picture bar on my side
it is Flickr!
without being karl and reccomending EVERYthing, I have found this service to be quite invaluable, given that I usually take enough pictures to make it worth it. though for certain larger projects I will always require my own independent space, this is convenient for my daily photo needs

This is my crew (Westside)

00:25:27 Joel: so westside admin is now obsessed with cr

Recently, I have percolated on the subject of censorship in the grand ole WHS. Though I don't typically like to reflect on the halls and grandeur of my alma mater--I guess I have a sneaky fear that doing so is like crossing your eyes for too long---I feel like this is a topic worth discussion.

Due to the emergence of universal westside student computer access, the school has been much more concerned with the monitoring of student communications at school (and elsewhere, but I will get to that). The question, of course, is how much of this is good and why should you be concerned?

The intersection of technology, the administration, and me or my cohorts (too evil? how about GANG MEMBERS!) is definitely not new.
My first self-aware (websites that included gif animation don't count) venture into the internet was a fake site for those suffering from Loss of center of balance syndrome, which nearly costed Erik and I a trip to the dean's office. Well it was actually the flyers we got in trouble for, but thats besides the point (this was freshman year). Other projects which I'm sure attracted the attention of the administration, include but are not limited to: the Giant buddy list, mr. kingston's buddy icons (which I plan to update soon!), the maynards video, joel's class officer speech, controversy surrounding the regretful suicides of WHS students, and most recently something which most know about so I will choose to not post it here. The point is the Combatrhino Crew has been savvy and motivated for quite some time.

Remember suckside.tk? For those unaware, this was a site devoted to bashing westside, which was later shut down and prompted the near-expulsion and suspension of a few students a grade above me. This was before laptops invaded Westside, when the boundary between school use of computer and home use was still ambiguous. I am not intimately familiar with the rules, but I believe basically anything on the laptops is fair game, including anything viewed on the internet (combatrhino.com), whether you are at school or at home.

In light of very recent events, should you view the main page of combatrhino from WHS, you will be prompted with the following message (read: A message that me, Jeff Sisson, wrote for the purposes of warning you, combatrhino reader):

welcome westside personnages! With all the respect that is due to this fine institution itself (of which most are graduates or currently attending), I would only gently remind you that any and all communication (comments, blogs, IMs, emails) COULD be monitored. Not to freak you out, just a happy little reminder from your homeboy, the OG-Orwell, George. Happy rhino-ing! -The Combatrhino Staff

It may seem like a warning, but I assure you that the rebellious spirit is not lost or gone. I see it as more of an affront against the administration than a this-is-forbidden sign.
Truth be told, I don't have any specific beef with the administration, and I am not so insular that I can't realize that we had it pretty damn good at Westside. But an uncritical people is a sleeping people, so I still encourage you to visit combatrhino and post what you will and do what you want, just keeping the above in mind.

It is my understanding that all of xanga is blocked at school? And moreover that the technowizards keep watch on peoples' xangas? (in this regard the giant buddy list could be seen as a big favor to the administration, but I'm not too worried). Well then if you think about it, there is a reason why the Rhino still remains viewable.
In a general sense, I would like to believe that there is a reason why everyone who is combatrhino is here (though we really are open to anyone who wishes to join). Yes we are critical, but we never have resorted to saying class sucks (and again feel free to correct me, I don't always read everything, but I try). It is thus important for the administration to recognize that while, because of their literal ownership of the laptops and therefore controlled access, they do not own our minds (cliche). web publishing is different than whisper and gossip in that it is formalized, but I see this as a more constructive form of dialogue than some other "state-supported" formalized mediums at the school.
This problem scales to the concept of blogs in general. Most would be ignorant not to realize that the popularity of blogs is due to their relative lack of hierarchical supervision. So enjoy your free speech please, at school or elsewhere, the more diversity of opinion, the better. don't be a minga

Chester Garfield is frontin'

Given the new found glory of having President's Day off (cheap? no? maybe we should have a protest), it was determined at some point that something monumental should be done.
And this was determined by me, nearly a week before hand. So you can understand the sort of expectations I had set for myself and anyone I came in contact with.

For the sake of brevity, I will address this 72 hour capsule of fun first in short form, then in its entirety (keeping in mind it is not yet the holiday itself, so there is still a whole nother day to electorally kick it)

The first, another video from the star-studded film duo. Before you criticize, I suggest you watch for Dave's blog, who intends to address various facets of its awesomeness. I would only direct you, as hilariously pointed out by Erica H, towards a moment towards the end where I magically personify my father (in appearance and gait). czech it out
President's Day (mpeg video, 20 mb)

The rest of this weekend will be presented after the jump because I feel it is too large to clutter the main page. And I understand that you, the internet, are an impatient fellow, so I offer you this (which may or may not be the only picture of me featured....?!?)

I can promise you hasidic magic school bus scrawls, hipster malls, presidential assassination/sex mash ups, and lotz more

that picture was taken late on friday, at Wo Hop, one of the more caucasian-frequented restaurants in Chinatown, but none the less still good. in my mind, should the Chinese wednesday crew ever have an opportunity to just like eat chinatown, I could die content (though I was spiteful of the group at the time, admittedly)

intially in the week, Dave J, Madeline, (Monica?) and I had grandiose plans to go to Boston, Washington D.C. or Cape Cod were all considered, but later abandoned due to lack of effort/funds. So the destination was then narrowed to Montauk. But then around 4 a.m. sunday morning, this was scrapped in favor of brooklyn. Foreign cities => long island => another borough. but I was determined (watch the video!) to have fun

there are three gates to this mythic city, two shown here are the brooklyn and manhattan bridges. it was not clear which would hold the key to the

temple of groom, but it seems like a bridge named after the intended destination is likely to send us in the right direction (yes, we were mapless carmen sandiego).

obviously we had to relish in manhattan while we could

but it was time to leave. brooklyn is unique because so many different microcosms exist within a relatively small space. I feel like I have told the story of me in Brooklyn, literally making one wrong turn and going from art galleries to the projects, many times. the idea was to go as far as we could into the belly of the beast, searching for the ideal meal. it should be noted that I feel like nearly every "journey" that I am a part of is usually food related

we passed by urban neighborhoods, empty streets, discarded trash, Kennedy Fried Chicken, we had jarritos, we saw the coolest kid in the world from my French Class, and finally we delved into Williamsburg.

williamsburg is interesting because it is part orthodox jew part hipster. the jewish part is the most concentrated representation of a religion that I have ever seen (I have never been to the middle east though). we decided their garb is pretty emo.
then we entered hipstertown! williamsburg is like the more street version of the village, where we live. did you know that there is a hipster mall? a hipster mall? the world is devouring itself inside-out, like a warner brothers cartoon character.

we eventually found a suitable restaurant, not of any specific food genre, but it had tater tots (spare me napoleon dynamite, these have been good since elementary school). after walking an estimated 7 miles, this meal could have been vomit-baguette and it would have been the best meal EVER. it is cliché, but there is nothing better than extended physical work for making food taste delicious.
also, in post-facto but pre honor of presidents day, for some reason we thought it clever to combine names of assassinators of presidents/famous people with sexual terms. I'm sure you have way more clever ones, ours were relatively bad (yet awesome?) such as sirhan sirhandjob. its like the animals game but tougher

if you are blurring your eyes at this point and watch the OC, read this
everyone remember Marissa? How could you not? Her name is the new way of referring to drinking without purpose, and her face is so ambivalently, expressively delightful. well I ask you, what would be better than, say, Marissa + Motivational Math Posters????

I love New York

then this evening it was snowing. I don't know what prompts me to take pictures and compel myself to play in the snow EVERY time it snows, but I would feel like a dingleberry if I don't. so fun was had, this time sans Dave, plus Rachel, with Madeline.

snow angels

and

it was asserted that some people under the guidance of my camera are not presented in a good light. I argued that it is all up to the subject, and we at combatrhino know well how to practice our picture face

I hope you have stayed with me, but I certainly don't mind if you haven't. I am unaccustomed to this long form. love me still

Rolling in the free

Remember the free chaise? Take that perhaps indescribable feeling (could anyone associate? maybe not) and multiply it by 800.

It was discovered by hearsay that five locations in each of the five boroughs on friday would be having a giveaway of 100 free round-trip tickets from the airline JetBlue (if you are not familiar with them, they are uber popular because they are cheap, though they only serve certain locations). To get a ticket, you had to dress up as one of the JetBlue cities, and bring a canned good for a food drive. Obviously, this was an opportunity not to be missed. Though I realized I had a 6 hour class starting at 10 the next day, I gambled

Madeline, of Dave J fame, hypothesized that the location in Manhattan, located in the ever-popular ESPN Zone restaurant in Times Square, might not be ideal. Our options were the other boroughs, but we in the end decided on the Bronx as the ideal candidate. My costume was a mormon, from salt lake city

After a night of other fun, a group ventured out around 2 a.m. to get in a line for the give-away at 8 a.m. in the morning. To our surprise we were the first ones there! And it remained that way for quite a while, but slowly a line began to build. The situation was so positive that other friends of ours were invited; there were only a few people in line.

Then trouble started. Only the first 100 people in line would get tickets. There was no question that our friends were in the first 100, in fact they were probably in the first 30. We figured why not have them sit with us since order doesn't matter....but apparently to the philosophs north of Manhattan, this is against the rules. Now I won't deny that I am a man of rules, but what ensued can only be described as hilariously awkward.

Do you remember Lord of the Flies? It all makes sense now. A new order was attempted, unnofficial "lists" floated around the line of people, there were mumblings of a mutiny (a lady in a tiger hat proclaimed that it just wasn't fair). Apparently they don't understand the communicative property? 1 + 2=2 + 3. BUT NOT IN THE BRONX

Anyways, though some in our group had more gusto in defending our logically superior position, I had been just sitting for 4 hours in the cold, so I just coccooned in my blanket as the tension was way much to handle.

Luckily things settled, and we all got tickets! I can't decide if people outside of the people who had this magical experience even understand like the joy, but hopefully a fun weekend getaway to Nassau (bahamas!) or LA will be had in the near future.

Check out the visual documentation!!!!!!!!!!

mind games

I came up with this idea whilst thinking about the whole Lent concept, both in an ironic and totally un-ironic sense (you should comment on how self-obsessed I am and how this affects my attractiveness). I think it's nearly as good as my halloween costume

I am giving up giving up things for lent

Those who are familiar with me know of my tendency to give things up, both to conversational and actual ends. No more I say (until easter)

Things given up in the past (or considered):
Diet Pop (one year running)
Carbonation (end of october through thanksgiving of 2004)
Listening to all music except the Beatles (planned but not executed, march 2005)
The word that (one week in junior year)
The internet/computer (tried unsuccessfully at many different times)
Talking (planned around september/october 2004)
Spending money on inauguration day (whoops! just kidding)
Belts (january through until the end of this year theoretically)
Tying shoe laces (6th grade through 9th grade)

I realize some of the considered ones are cheap, but by considered I mean that I spent a considerable chunk of time devoted to actually looking at how this could realistically be done and most likely then just forgot about it or got interested in a new thing to give up. There are certainly thousands of others which I have merely mentioned in passing, but these are the ones that made the cut and will be kept in mind (or out of mind, as it were).

It would be easy to look at this as a doing things lent, thus somehow defeating the point, but I assure you that it will be difficult. This means giving up saying I am going to give things too. Hopefully I can report the results at some point.

bingo city

a year after the fact, I have no idea if this treatise on censorship is even still relevant. but I felt special around the time it was published in the esteemed Lance. enjoy! (image was published too)

       You certainly heard about it. Good chance you saw it too. The weeks post-breast-reveal (P.B.R. as I will heretofore refer to it) were full of Janet and her breasts in their blurred out glory. Oh, and Justin Timberlake was there too.
       Now, while I don’t consider myself an expert in any facet of football, I do feel especially qualified to reflect on these events. I saw the event undress, as it were.
       Star-shaped pasties aside, is anyone really shocked about the Super Bowl? Janet Jackson was de-bloused. But is America actually so prude?
       The answer is confusing. At least we can trust the current administration with the job of guiding us through this steamy jungle of sex, lies, and videotapes, right?
       Perhaps you find yourself asking “Am I supposed to like this?” Don’t fret, just call attorney general John Ashcroft’s toll-free line. It’s the same number with which you can call in liberals . . . uhhhrrr . . . terrorists.
       When John Ashcroft called in a sculptor to specially cover up Lady Justice statue’s breast, I couldn’t help but melt in a fit of irony. Should we entrust this same government with the job of policing the airwaves?
       No. Regulation of media decency is wrong. And I am always right. For those politically-aware students, please don’t write letters to the editors as I will promptly throw them away.
       Multiple committees were formed P.B.R. in an attempt to squelch the sex and violence crazed beast known as television. Unfortunately, findings of some bureaucratic assistant deputy secretary on “morality” will not matter. If less breasts mean lower ratings for the networks, decency will be damned.
       Who is the government to decide what I am able to watch on the networks?
       This decency battle is not exclusive to the national level, however. A recent article published in the Omaha World-Herald discussed locals writing in to their government representatives to ask for more moral legislation.
       As Omahan Greg Youell put it, “It is undeniable that the rampant immorality on TV will undoubtedly increase our society’s acceptance of extramarital sex, co-habitation etc.”
       We Nebraskans better stand up for our morals, lest that three lettered word spread too much, and, god forbid, gay marriages be legalized...
       If watching “risqué” TV is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
       Others may argue that the media censorship comes as much from inside the industry as out of it. To an extent, this is true. Recently, shock jock Howard Stern was removed from the lineup at various Clear Channel affiliated stations due to morality concerns. The radio jockey who in effect mainstreamed on-air sex gimmicks has constantly toed the line of morality.
       Interestingly enough, at a recent press conference of Stern’s, conservative radio pundit Rush Limbaugh came to his support. Maybe it’s just me, but it seems when ultra conservatives and ultra liberals join forces against you, you are wrong.
       Censorship is not always so bad. I applaud those parents of younger children who wish to employ personal censorship. There is a proper time and place to expose your children to the more extreme aspects of the media.
       However, parents of kids my age are naive in thinking they can shield their children indefinitely. Not only is this unrealistic, it is unsmart. The TV is a powerful tool when used with parental discussion.
       Pop quiz. Say, theoretically, you are channel surfing and rest on channel 27, home of the Golden Girls. You start to panic; “I can’t handle their crazed-sexual-geriatric antics!” What do you do? (Answers provided at the bottom of the article)
       I have been avoiding this the whole article, but I can’t lead my readers on any longer. I believe there is one, and only one, appropriate place for federal regulation of decency: Pat Robertson’s 700 Club (I always end up at channel 3 when trying to watch TRL on 35). If ever a bill banning this show, which hastily slurred Muslims in the aftermath of 9/11, passed through congress, I would most definitely support it.
       The next time Janet Jackson malfunctions her wardrobe, or anything else of “questionable moral nature” appears on TV, use your best judgement. For you, this may mean change the channel. However, if you wish to revel in a pastie-filled moment of classic live television, be my guest.
       Answers: a.) Change the channel

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vproj 2005

okay so I deleted the original content (minus the link) of the original blog because it was way boring and frankly only there because I felt obligated. anyways, I like videos like this partly because I feel like I am at my best when in short form (making the grade?).
the protagonist is faced with a question I feel like we have all grappled with at some point or another in life: whether to do sliding? it is not illegal here in New York, though if you do it in omaha in some parks late at night you may be cited for trespassing

I am beginning to accept that filmmaking is something I am able to do, though I need to get a camera (dave is good though). it is a weird mood to be feel ambivalent when in such a straightforward major as "Film School," but I feel like any legitimately cool person in film shouldn't actually be annoying and boring, and that making good films hinges upon being good at life

another qualm which is interesting is finding people willing to be in movies about nothing (or rather just student movies in general). you don't need professionally trained actors, as you might see, but sometimes its tough to find people who are willing to be genuine, which is really all its about anywayz

for the uninitiated, right click this (or control click for the mac) !

p.s. this is the same video as in daves blog

p.p.s. joel has a class with gregor schuring

narcissism and ALL of its evil ilk

"why are you so in love (obsessed with, full of, enamored by) yourself?"
-anonymous comment, from the last blog

What better way to answer this question than to write on and on all about me and my narcissism!

While I don't plan to pine away my years, doomed to stare at a reflection of myself in an eternal pool, I do agree that I have a pretty sweet self-esteem. 5 out of 6, as I would say.
And therein lies the trap! Avid readers or knowers of knowledge would note that quite a while ago I proposed the idea that our number system should be based on 6's instead of 5's and 10's. This is an A+ jeff sisson original. I will probably reference this when rating anything for about the next 9 months, after which point I will develop a new phrase of similar eccentricity, and it will be equally as mind-blowing and conversation-provoking.

I mention this specific example, because this is how much of my life works (as I view it, which again to be fair, is pretty self-enamoring). I have lists and lists chalk full of things written down, like "my spiritual retainers". I don't even know what this means! But it still a good idea, whatever its meaning. I also know this is not a totally foreign concept; a friend Joel asked me about something similar he had written down (nonoffensively) "Why would people in wheelchairs not need blogs?"

I realize that this has strayed off of the original topic, which was me. But it relates. I guess with all of these concepts, be they pictures of, or ideas from, writings by myself, I invest some sort of faith that some people enjoy some of the things I do. That in some way i am genius, and the things I am doing, no one else is doing them.
I realize that this is what Ms. Whitney told you in first grade, but it resounds probably more true than you think. It is entirely possible to never be bored when you enjoy yourself, because you just think up of stuff. All the time.

a 4.0 if I say so

p.s. I figured it was relevant to include a picture of yet another blatant self-lover, dave j

flip hop

a few concepts on my mind recently:

"TCB" New Year's Resolutions:

I have never really supported the concept of new year's resolutions. It seems like its this big joke (à la going to movies ironically [more on this later]) that I never really got; so you set the goal to lose weight but you just say screw it and laugh it up month later? I guess I'm not laughing. Why not just set resolutions we can, in fact, meet? That's not very funny though I guess.
This idea, it should be noted, was inspired by an away message of Joel F's, where he detailed his goal of pooping without wiping. While others found the humor in this, I decided to get down to business. One I came up with myself was to not wear a belt. While this is a perennial idea of mine, it seems much more hardass when employed through a year-long trial. Do you really need belts anyways?

Postmodern Political Pragmatism:

People are really taken to this whole "Oh maaaaaan, let's move to Canada" idea. And hey, that's O K. But it seems way depressing to cave in to the media determined notion that we are somehow destined to recede into a generation of cynics even more so than the slackers before us; that doesn't make me want to bake a cake. So I thought of this for those of my age (or younger/older) who are hopeless optimists but who recognize the inherent flaws in "the system".
Yes, we realize that Watergate happened, and people like Tom DeLay are still eating babies. But also we (most? a few?) somehow avoided the narrow-minded cynicism of our parents and previous generations. This somehow magically/critically allows us to support the dated but still working system. Best thing is, you don't even have to know whether you truly are supporting it, or doing so for the same reasons that you like Tony Danza; Pragmatic Postmodern Politicalism doesn't even ask these questions! Just keep on voting, and keep on threatening to move to canada, and get back to business with the cake.

Re: Irony

It seems the number of conversations I have with people about irony and its ilk double every day. That means that in a month I will have no time to do homework or to sleep, as I will be wholly occupied having conversations about irony. Simpletons be warned, the following piece could just blow your mind.

The first principle of irony is transcendence. To become ironically cool, you must embrace that which is originally uncool. The textbook example would be the trucker hat (which you are not allowed to comment on). However this is now not the method of hipster related ironic appreciation. Living in New York has brought me to learn about a advanced/opposed form, using many of the same principles. I have begun to hear of and see those who are unironically appreciating that which the hipsters despise, in spite.
I had a conversation with a friend here who described how his friends quasi-ironically listen to Lindsey Lohan and other similarly rancid musics for this purpose. Once you get this deeply involved, I think it is unclear if you are even being ironic anymore. In fact, this is the phenomenon that I believe is evident with a lot of hipster hip hop listeners (not everyone, just some people. I unironically like hip hop, and I am pretty sure Tommy does too)

Now perhaps this subject doesn't interest you; this is probably a good thing. However, it truly troubles me. Our future leaders may spend more time filibustering about how their rivals are "way pretentious" and that "it's unfair to appreciate hip hop unironically" and what not. At this point I am giving up on explaining this, because I feel like it's needing a graphic that will take a while to make. So I guess more on that at a later date.

dudes wanna live my life but can't carry my weight

I am having conflicted feelings about leaving, so instead of addressing them directly I will temporarily dodge the subject entirely!

Music is "easy" for most; case in point, 100% of my friends listen to music. The thing is, I actually think music is very hard to talk about. Instead, in this installment I find it cute to talk about one particular way of listening to music.

A lot of people these days love to talk about the iPod, the neo technology jesus that can vacuum my room and keep me in curfew (it should be noted that as many people love to talk about how they hate the iPod). But in truth, this concept of assembled music as an art dates back to the greeks. In truth, it doesn't date back to the greeks, but I have used this fact in enough of my essays that I feel comfortable assuming that this is most likely true.

Does anyone remember tape players? I certainly didn't, until I reached a difficult point in my life recently: I was unable to load a regular tape into a tape deck. That a seemingly easy task was turned into such a labor reminded me how awesome tapes were. What is cooler than walking home with Erik Peterson? Listening to a mix tape.
But computers changed all of this. The mix CD was something strikingly similar but different as well. Wow, I can finally skip over Don McClean's "American Pie" and move on to something less damaging to my soul. In fact, I would like to try and claim some part in the early stages of advocating the mix CD as a concept. Though it may seem apocryphal, I used to sell them at 15 dollars a pop. Unfortunately Bryant introduced me to napster, and the golden age of Mix CD robber barons was ushered out, along with the accompanying glamorous lifestyle.
Though I'm no longer to profit off of the ignorance of the masses, the mix CD lives on as in gift form, much like origami and macaroni necklaces. As professed by music movies and television, the mix is the perfect way to declare loveeeeeee

but as I soon found out, the reality is much more harsh!
Somewhere around sophomore year, I came up with the still brilliant idea shown here in its original form. I will pop tart it for you: one deliberates on what music defines them (which, as any astute listener will tell you, is not always the music you listen to the most often), assembles this into a relatively good sized mix cd, and a musical calling card is created. You trade this same cd with many others, as this is zero loss situation (assuming you are not trading with David Hasselhoff).
Naturally I had to test this out, and made a mix which was actually fairly on center in terms of accuracy. And the most obvious primary target was someone who I was infatuated with at the time. Unfortunately (or not? if you know who I am talking about), things didn't work out. Plus she never gave me her cd!
I gave another mix to a separate girl, though not strictly based on my Revolutionary idea. A day (?) later she broke up with me. Someone who I was informally interested in followed the same sequence of events. And at an even later date, I inadvertently caused myself to stop pursuing yet a different love interest by making a mix cd for her (although in this situation it was probably for the better).
It was at this point that I came to understand the disturbing pattern I had somehow frankensteined: the act of me giving mix cds to girls in which I was interested effectively terminated whatever chances I have had with them.

So to round this up, music is cool but tough to put in words, there are many ways of listening to it, but be careful with mix CDs because they have the power to RUIN YOUR LIFE unless used carefully.

novacaine has control of my face, in a non metaphorical way

to deconstruct an entire life, this is a difficult task. for me, it is made much easier by the fact that in my mind, my life started around age 14. for reasons both well known and not well known at all, I had a mid life crisis. if I live past 30, it will be awesome, but I will not need to buy that sports car because I've already gone through all that jeez.
that is when I became the cool guy you know and love. I see middle school as a blight upon my mind, and my freshman year as the year that I rejected the binding chains of the machine(metaphor) and donned the clothing for the revolution(?). since my womanizing and bootlegging days, I have (hopefully) become a better dude. I highly recommend to anyone reading anything you've previously written, blogs included, for your own proof of this phenomenon.

my point is, if it has been disguised in representation, that much of my life has been set by the women who inhabit it. this is not to say that guys don't rule, because, let's face it, they do. but much like periods in art, styles in film, or decades in music, I tend to associate my new and better me with the girl who probably represents that.

but now is like a crossroads, as said by the aptly titled the rap song created near the end of the summer. when does this process of change stop? not that I will personally ever stop improving; in fact, it is my well-worn belief that there is a calculatable, derivative-able rate of change at which I become more awesome. but in terms of the females, when am I going to stop changing?
at this point in my life, I feel like that moment is now. some people say that music never improved upon classics like the beatles, others feel that seinfeld was the penultimate sitcom. while I realize that by saying this, I probably seem naiive (I am no stranger to naiveté: at one point in my life I declared to everyone I thought I knew that basically I had achieved all there was to achieve), the person I am with now is someone who I can see knowing for the rest of my life. her name is Erica H. and I love her.

p.s. I am reading the book "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman. mostly I'm more post modern than you...suck it debaters

terraplane blues

Lately, something with which I have been fascinated is the legend of Robert Johnson. He is a bluesman, living in the time before the Jenn and Brad breakup and GPS watches. According to legend, he learned to play the guitar the way Faust was permitted to do whatever it is he was permitted to do when he sold his soul to the devil. Which is to say that he sold his soul to the devil.
Whether or not this is true is certainly up to debate, and much like in any other tale of fantasy, the concept has been gentrified and explained using various sociological means (it has been suggested that he subscribed to the religion of 'hoodoo'). Despite attempts to de-awesome-ify his magic, his songs remain hauntingly awesome, as are many other pre-copyright blues tunes which I have found in turn (it should be noted that much of Johnson's repetoire still falls under copyright, thanks sonny bono, why don't you go marry cher).
one of these songs not by Johnson, "how can you have the blues," is so awesome I am planning on covering it with miss erica hart. it is by georgia tom and kansas city kitty.
anyways my point is that there is so much texture and awesomeness to be found in these blues, not only in lyrical content but in that they are real songs. Though I am famously in love with the Neptunes and all of their well produced goodness, there is definitely something tangibly beautiful in these songs, each of which are no more than vocals + guitars or vocals + piano.

lately my jones has been muisically recording in whatever fashion because it is something productive to do. I highly advise anyone to be creating art or anything in general, be it websites or pokemon trading cards; it is one of the most satisfying feelings to be had.

so what?

in what I hope to redo over and over as a tradition I present my take on 2004, the way I know how

the best pictures of 2004!

you are not required to like them, but I think they're pretty cool
looking through them it was re-evident just what change has passed, and how crazy it is going to be. 2003 was the year of the jeff supposedly (I did not create this idea, promise), 2004 was just sweet I think and easily 2005 could continue this upward spiral.
I had to go from 1,353 photos taken this year to just 57

hopefully combatrhino will live forever because it seems like the type of thing one could only truly appreciate as unique after its gone

soon to come!
an official webpage for the new single created the other night. it includes Woah, the infamously raunchy rap, along with Pirates vs. Ninjas. be prepared as the boy scouts say because it will be "excellent"

YASE 4 U

the year is nearing an end! I will save the retrospectives for when the year is actually done; I promise they will be fantastico

I have added myself to the group of those who watch The OC, that damned addictive TV show. This does not mean you are allowed to comment though, unless you have something to say awesome about it!

Related:
As usually happens when I or others are in a state of perpetual boredom, music is made
and not a minute too soon, as it is a challenge to find interesting things to do (though not so difficult that I expect to complaino about it)

The Sandy Cohen Song (Inspired by the OC) This could be hilariously awesome or just silly, depending on your level of obsession with aforementioned TV show. Irregardless of listener, this song will offer: rhthym guitar on a guitar named "ROCKIN USA!" that only has four strings, a cadre of missed harmonies, and million dollar Neptunes-style production values. It is a not-yet-spiked punch bowl of fun for most!

The other one we made A more somber affair from the boys you have grown to love. 10x emo much? Featuring real guitars, real emotions, and real 6 out of 6's.

Related: I was going to save this for all of the stuff I plan on saying behind 2004's back once 2005 comes to town, but it is after all, under the Related heading. Emo, in my mind, has lost its place as a musical genre. It has taken on a social connotation which is useful in its own sense, but should not be applied when talking about music in a categorizational sense. Though I do not usually quote/cite Dave's profiles in any writings (other than notes to lovers), I would refer you to the same concept that Emo has superseded any formerly musical meaning.

Related: Sometimes usage of certain words crosses from the sarcastic to being real. Or real as perceived by others. The self-mocking use of blatantly offensive gay bashing language as a critique of those would use it is an example; though the critical humor may be clear to me and my posse, I realize that perhaps it is not to those who have no cynicism. Another example would be any form of internet lingo, such as NEwayz, LOL, k, and superfluous use of Z's. So be careful out there!

NEwayz related:
I want a posse. I have proposed this in the way past, as much of my idea creation is cyclical and if good ideas aren't used my sophomore year of high school, I will just forget them only to remember them my sophomore year of college. Anyways, not to say that I would be the neccesary leader of said posse, or that there would be a leader, but a posse would be way awesome. Its like bullying 2.0, except we wouldn't need lunch money or do anything overtly evil. Just you know, doing things that posses do. It would be awesome.

the tale of the chaise

I don't remember who I have told this to, plus it probably has lost its novelty for most, but the pain still hurts anew for me, so perhaps this will be a catharsis. It is done joel-style, and might suck, but no worries I will return to my usual pattern of incoherent non-transitions in the next blog.

The internet is my biggest hobby. It would be difficult to operate without it. What some may not know, however, is of my extreme desire for pseudo-vintage furniture. Okay that's not true, but late one night I chalked up yet another point for why the internet is awesome and the real world can digi-bite me. That was probably featured on a cereal box somewhere.

A recurring desire amongst me and roommate Eli has been to get a futon. This hunger returned the other night, so I was inspired to check out the fabulously useful craigslist.org. The first listing under a search for "Futon" was a bunch of free stuff, no less than 3 blocks away at 11th and 6 Ave. Recognizing a rare opportunity, we immediately went to pick stuff up. Though the Futon had already been taken, something of even greater delight was still left.

THE CHAISE

A perennial piece amongst furniture snobs and Christina Aguleira videos alike, this delightful pseudo-couch is much like the mullet. It offers the best of the chair, couch, bed, and from what I can decipher from the suffix, mayonaise. Or maybe the french word "baise," which is mm, best left up to the french.
Though the chaise had seen some loving, this discovery was an critical moment in my newly New Yorker history! We moved it back to the dorm, wherein we realized our furniture's tragic flaw: it could not be allowed in the dorm pending approval.....
While the reasons for this rule remain uncertain, it is certain that the rule blows majorly. There were rumours flying about as to whether we would be able to perhaps approve its entry the next morning, but we initially sought other solutions.

Plan 1: Wait until the cool guard came. This was abandoned quickly, as we realized the evil guard had the night shift as well. The time at this point was around 12 a.m. That is midnight for the chronically slow (those two words have so many double entendrés, it is sick [and they aren't even sexual]).
Plan 2:Somehow sneak it in. One idea was to bring it through another door during his smoke break (this door has a fire alarm). Another was to bring it in one of the large moving buckets which are used when people move in. This was implausible as well, because already knowing our intention, he might be a wee bit suspcious on seeing a bucket with a large portruding object bursting out of it. Or we could've slapped him and ran. Considering the speed at which elevators close their doors, this seemed awkward and was un-considered as well.

Given that these two plans were considered and consequently trashed, we were obligated to wallow in the coolness of sitting on a fly chaise in the middle of the streets of New York. After many a random interaction between those we knew and those we didn't regarding our presence on the street-chaise, we decided to entrust our chaise to the goodness of the streets, and promptly left the chaise from 2 a.m. until the morning.

And the goodness of the streets RAPED us. It was gone the next morning, no thank you card, no dear john, just the cruel memories. Though it is unknown whether the thieves were trash workers or just regular thieves, I still am without that elusive chaise. All she left me with was a nasty obsession with free furniture. And ritzy free furniture at that.
I cannot verify myself, but I would imagine this obsession a lot like drugs or pringles, once you pop you can't stop. I have checked the site every day since then, but even if I found something comproable for 9 sacagawea dollars, I would not be impressed. I have even considered ready-for-dorm options which are shipped in a box, and easy to assemble. But again, having briefly lived the life of someone who can afford to look intellectually superior on an expensive seeeming chaise, I can not go back.
I do have pictures though!

kids on it. we were there for about two hours. after 45 minutes, we were asked to move the couch off of "Britanny Residence Hall property." we promptly moved the chaise 5 inches.

this is the sign we put up to scare away trashmen, thieves and uncle scrooge from ducktales. it did not work.

again, for posterity!

It may seem that I am unhealthily obsessed with this formerly mine piece of furniture; I am not. There are too many cool things in New York to be unhealthily obsessed with just one.

cafeteria thanksgiving

I went to MOMA! some (Emily S.) know it by the name as store, but this is the world famous (and world awesome if that works as a descriptor) Museum of Modern Art. I give them mad respek for including the o, though subjugated, in the acronym.
The intangible feeling I inevitably get in museums was present, 10 fold. There is a whole gallery devoted to interesting examples of design, and it was a 6 out of 6. the photographs were amazing. well basically everything was, but to avoid seeming too verbose, I will punctuate this visually:

after being here for around three months give or take, I have only been to three out of five boroughs.
manhattan is a given, and I would like to pretend that I know it by heart. everywhere south of 14th streeet, and I can say that and almost be not lying.
I have also been to brooklyn, the home of rappers and hipsters alike. I would like to consider myself somewhere in between that mix, but only history shall judge.
and last weekend, I visited STATEN ISLAND!

to anyone who is not vaguely aware of the significance of this 1/5 of new york, look it up on wikipedia. one fact to throw out there is that it is the largest methane polluter in the world. why am I close to kissing the ground (I say this because I do this in a later picture)? ye olde thespian goodness. we did a documentary in images on a journey from my current home to SI as the crazy kids call it. it required a ferry ride, which was cool.
in all honesty though, Staten Island isn't that bad, especially given that I hate being overly ironic and disappreciative. we met an old lady named Betty Davies, she was cool. and a ninth grader (the kind that finds cartman overly funny in a non-ironic sense and likes to scream a lot) called me the coolest man alive. 4 out of 6
it should also be noted that there is no reason why I shouldn't have been to bronx or queens.......whoops, jenny jenny jenny

Soon I will return home! To cars, cold, and people most of which make Omaha worthwhile. I will miss new york though. but I miss you kids, I'm all about doing it for the kids. perhaps it will be fun. correction, i think it will be very fun. I am way too pumped for it maybe though

lastly, I am a 4 personality apparently. next blog perhaps I will bring to you Which Lord of the Rings Elf Am I?

I know everything

who am I?

so this evening multiple hilarious concepts came about....
first I shall reference the delightful writing, news, and everything else site themorningnews.org it is only slightly new york centric so I reccomend it to everyone

secondly, within said site, I reccomend the writer Matthew Baldwin (who also writes at defectiveyeti.com). he wrote this.
to take a mannerism from don here at nyu, I will pop tart it: it suggests that the check box on income tax forms which assigns $3 to the presidential campaign should instead be reassigned to fund "PIZZA PARTY USA!!!!!" in which every citizen receives free pizza, pop (not soda) and money for games every leap year day (which will consequentially made into a federal holiday. I hope everyone finds this as hilarious as I do, and it's not even my idea, who could IMAGINE

anyways so at a discussion during dinner with dave (sitcom anyone?), many furhter derivations which are not at all really based on this idea came up. when is the last time the united states had some good old red white and blue FUNNNN? using this potluck of unused money would create a surplus o' awesomeness to use at our discretion, perhaps the first truly democratic thing we the people will have control of (this is not a political blog).
note: I am sardonic

why not make some jokes at other countries expenses to start off?
like holding a benefit concert for underpriveleged african children, except the hooker is that you can only get in if you are an underpriveleged african child...ehh ehh anyone having fun yet?
how about sending ironic toys to people in iceland and greenland. like an icebox, or swimming trunks
It's like international Punk'd, I'm sure we can get N.Mandelizzy in on this

from there came the idea that us, being dave and I but I suppose whoever reads this is welcome as well, could have control of said money. instead of acting as overbearing economic lobbyist to the world, we could act the same way within our own government! imagine the possibilities...

okay we only thought of one, but its a good one. so think of all the switchups in the current administration, there's no one really great or memorable. the real stars of the last admin aren't committing to the sequel, something about royalties or the forcing of complacency. so rather than focus on the new guys who will no doubt be forced into the hardline, why don't we create an entirely new department?

it will be called the department of home videos for short, or longer, the department of america's funniest home videos. naturally, lead by bob saget. it will focus on diverting some of the resources from say, an iraq war, towards finding those hilarious moments captured right at home, by regular old americans like you! what better way to improve the american image throughout the world, than by showing our citizens getting racked on their bicycles!!!!!!!

there will be more but I am uninspired at the moment. these are good ideas, I endorse them.
I have a few good ideas for a movie to make by the way, the main one involving being rad to the max. like that is the concept, sometime I will explain

all hallows eve my pretties

so upping the halloween-anty by a few million people or so we have

a.there is an annual parade, in the village, purportedly with 2 million people. out of those 2 million, 500,000 are really annoying, 5,000 are probably cops, and the rest are whole bunches of fun, non?

I went with pharrell

and a witch

they are both in photography so they are even more camera happy than I. along the way we met The Dude as well as these kids from photo who recognize me because I guess I model a lot? That happens a lot here, even I am in need of models because I am in a photography class essentially as well.

here was a clever concept

b.
I don't have the capacity I think to forge someone else's identity, though it is definitely a good idea...and I will admit to being lost in regards to my costume as recently as 3p.m. or so today. But then I remembered I had been copying an old idea of joel's for about 2 weeks...

this spurted ideas into motion, and I came up with this sexyness

I am the literal representation of business-casual, if you need the black and white definition of it (ohh oh get the pun folks)

for an uglier but much more comparative version,

c. as mentioned and will be mentioned, something will happen on tuesday. I encourage you all to become more informed in your discussions; might I direct you towards a very informative graphic easily accessible from the NYTimes.com frontpage, which has recently updated information regarding every state, and you can even count-up-your-electorals as they become available.
May I remind you that not all news is fair, even places separate of Fox. I plan on intensely watching the internet, maybe the daily show if something is there (entertainment in the event that I become very depressed), and The Lehrer News Hour. The last is advisable in terms of a fair position, plus I enjoy supporting publicly funded enterprises. Have fun this week, and remember that moving to Canada is not worth it, the system is fixable

death letters + angry settlers

There have been accusations that CombatRhino sucks....
AND THEY'RE TRUE!....
but no fear, in any bad situation, it is inevitably that it will "s'ameliorier," non?

I have come to the realization that all things cool are tied together in my mind somehow...the difference between vespas and the internet is really negotiable. How is this relevant might you ask? In any given day of mind, I have found that in conversation I float easily from talking about breakfast cereal slogans ("Why do you like Apple Jacks when they don't taste like apples? I just do") to talking about minute differences in silly grammar and colloquialisms (I assure you that a conversation about accents, regional word differences, and grammar differences is unassailably awesome). However for whatever reason this weekend I found myself spurting all of the awesome ideas I have come up with over the years. For those who are guided by subtle design clues this is like the best thing ever. although, it should not be judged by size because the concept of being fantastic is really ongoing:

1.our number system is based on 10's, dig? we count to 10 then the numbers start over again. well why not 6's? it's divisible evenly by more things plus its more sexy. sssssssssssssix
2.this concept was spoke of in the past, but creating a new letter (the sound of pbbbbb or the fart noise, in layman's terms) or a new color. the first I along with Bryant Bone did, creating a letter which I can't remember what it is. it approximately looks like u, and I believe there is at least one word which uses it. someday I will remember the logistics. the new color may be impossible due to physical charecteristics of light, but its fun to think about nonetheless
3.creating music. if you have heard our cd, or the new song with dave, or anything that has ever left my lips, you can at least appreciate the funnity of music. it is even more awesome to make yourself, even if it sucks. which often it may not.
4.robots, ninjas, pirates (and cowboys but lets face it I'm throwing that in here more for affirmative action purposes since they're pretty useless anymore). I am in film school and I have a goal at some point of creating a small film consisting of these four childhood groups fighting: it would be amazing. who would win? that is an open question but I am not asking for comments
5.the internet: has anyone visited wikipedia.org? or cockeyed.com? or boingboing.net? I learn something new from the internet every single day, that is not a generalization it is just the truth. as we speak, I am downloading awesomeness directly into my brain. or brian if you misttype.
6.accents! there are only a few who can imitate them, but to have them is even better. I am including the southern accent here too, though some have issues with it. on another note I have a weird fetish with the south though I have no real desire to live there for extended periods of time.

there are more but I've been philanthropic enough for the now. go and vote, because if you don't (and I'm not kidding) I have very little respect for your opinion.

this weekend was spent with my mom as well as with shirley and a cadre of her friends who are cool as well. I was informed the day before that Jonas a kid from penn who is a german exchange student would be staying in my room? It was all good, we sang mid 90's techno and the world was at some sort of peace.

here is him as well as daphne, on the subway. daphne likes green, but says "cap-reh sun" instead of "capri sun". I realize I am spelling with bias, but honestly who says "capreh sun"? She is equally as cool as jonas though

shirley was there too!

this picture is fairly cool I believe, so much so it looks fake, but it wasn't. new york has the best sunsets I have ever seen, ostensibly because of the pollution. shirley is as mysterious as usual, as shown by her quizzical visage. magnichic

hanging out with momma larsen was fun as well, always good to see people you know

expect a new rap featuring me+dave, producing or maybe some rapping too. I freestyle here some, its pretty fun and destressful
expect more crazy things on my other site
expect me being even sexier, if possible, due to the runnage with dave
expect better blogs in the future, from me as well as others
I guess I would give this a perfect 6 though
hollaaaaaa

wasabi is good

today is my birthday, donc I am allowed to be as narcissistic as I can until I get a boner, as erik I might say

one thing I would like to address
there seems to be a lot of negativity surrounding things of late... there will always be haters, which is a bit silly. let me elaborate, because I know everything
one version of the story concerns the people who just plain hate blogs; that is okay because it has reason. there are a lot of cool blogs out there, I could give you examples, BUT there are many more really dumb ones. however, I put my hope that at least one combatrhino trophy is one among them. which is why I waste ridiculous amounts of hours doing nerdy things. did you know I have read any comment ever written?

additionally there are the people who believe combatrhino is exclusive and cliquey. again, there is some truth to this. neither erik nor I regulate content here, its entirely determined by karl i think. again though, I know that at least some of the people here are good about being inclusive. and some even enjoy brioche too!

sometimes I have dreams (illusions?) of grand moustaches, I was inspired that night like I am many a night. it actually looks more like racing stripes or a tim burton moustache however, and I didn't actually draw it, it was remixed by someone else. but it was still deliciously delightful

one thing you should know: october 5th is the most common birthday of the world, a fact you all should carry ready to whip out at will. however, that is merely my personal way of digesting the world

things which will never go the way of a trend
chinese restaurants
actually, ethnic restaurants in general
afros
polaroids
kung fu movies
chuck nichols

love,
le Jeff
or el jefe, sissonation, sissonator, Jeff, jeffrey. I can vote finally ;)

my

the idea of being a new yorker and simultaneously a college student is really delightful. it is like an awesome piece of bread, to compare.

the majority of people here are from long island, new jersey, or california. I use the fact that I tail from 402 as my guise to do as much random things as possible. not that I need a guise, but it is much more spy, which was the occupation I chose in 5th grade as mine.
for instance, I asserted to my roommates that I have mad eating abilities, citing that my life is a meal. luckily I represent "Rare. Well Done" well:

one day for breakfast, sidney poured a lot of salt on bad fish. for a dollar, I said, this was a fish worth eating. let me tell you, it was a delightful dollar. regardez mon visage: c'est plus sexy qu'une élève de UNL, n'est-ce pas?

a restaurant discovered here on the most hip street in the world (beat that atlanta), st. marks place, is chipotle. chipotle though is not hip at all, but I am frugal. plotted on the frugality vs. hipness curve, chipotle meets expectations.
I threw a burrito down fast as a show of speed (certain people may remember the infamous rice eating contest), but anyone from home who specializes in meat could've done better (as some can remember, I eat best with the top and bottom of the food pyramid). chipotle screws with your digestive system though, so stay aware, and use the buddy system
you are not allowed to comment about chipotle being awesome, nor is rob allowed to comment about how he once beat me in taco eating

on to much more interesting things, I promise
I have mentioned it before, but New York is a haven for shoes. there's a ridiculous amount of manhattanites who are sneakerati, members of the footwear elite. though I may aspire to be in mind, I am limited to what I can afford. this sight

is insane though. the metaphor of kid in candy store may be inserted at the reader's leisure

sometimes I get bored, yet it seems that my boredom here has been far more productive than at home. although it may just be seasonal.
the trade off with my dorm is that it is the most spacious ever, but we have no air conditioning. the noise of fans whirrs constantly. One particularly vapid and heatful night, I was inspired

I remarked to eli that "this is what I expected college to be like." to which he remarked, "wearing a fan backpack is what you expected college to be like?" creativity for me comes when I amuse myself, usually

yesterday, sunday, sidney needed to finish a roll of film. i had just finished one myself, so its a shame i hadn't thought of the idea earlier, but I said "I could probably fit into a dryer"
and so it was. please regard the a okay symbol, fans will notice this found elsewhere on the page, highlights magazine style

hopefully I can post more frequently, although I may be so advantageous to have a separate site specific to photos I take as it is such a pictureworthy city.
people here use adverbs instead of adjectives, so I am attempting to adjust to and use the concept of saying "mad rad" instead of just "rad." are we gramatically backwards or is it just east coast crazies?

famous people and their faking counterparts

one of the benefits of going to school in new york
is that sometimes, as part of my meal plan, I just eat celebrities instead
there are a good deal here
more so in beautiful atlanta
so here, in an exclusive and unheard of topic centric blog, I will present to you, all those people famous and not that deserve to be recognized here aujourd'hui

I will start with the least and work up to the greatest, as due to deceiving Dave most already know the bounty of my work

one night while walking with roommates to get a falafel, we viewed this scene

1.This guy really annoys me. Like not Livejournal annoying, or Avril Lavigne, but seriously is not that funny. But none of that matters when you have a place on Vh1's Best Week Ever. He was so unfamous that he was relegated to the edge of my picture above.

2.Patrice Oneal is on Tough Crowd with Colin Quinn. He is alright but the show in general is whiny and not that funny, but that is entirely depending on who is on the show. He looked hardcore in person.

3.I don't even know why this guy was here. He was in that Dave Matthews band video where he hugged everyone. I'm sure he does other things and looks like he could be really funny, but I have no desire to find out.

Lastly in that same scene we scored a real celebrity.

Dave attell. For those unaware, he is hilarious and drunk all the time. we walked behind him (not on purpose, its a small village the village is) until he went straight to the bar next door.

Okay so now that we cleared those out of the way, we will move on to bigger and better things...

Like my roommates.
The ones in my room are Nick (taking a picture) and Eli (playing bass way in the background). They are rad.

Basically Nick is from Jersey, like a billion kids here, except he is majorly cool. Eli just jams all the time and likes funk. Sorry I don't have annoying roommates. it may even be possible that I'm the most boring.......but that is changing! more later perhaps. Eli looks like Jerry Seinfeld + Napoleon Dynamite

Here are the other kidsss Don juan and Sidney. They are equally as rad. Don Juan talks and freestyles, and when he does so he sounds like Andre 3000. Except he's actually from chi-town, midwest representtt. Sidney looks like the Neptunes combined. By this I mean he looks exactly like Pharrell but his asianness puts Chad Hugo into the picture. Plus he beatboxes as shown here.
I'm sure funny things will happen although none of them have unibrows really.

Lastly, the Olsen Twins
I have no pictures to give to you. It is not that I could not have pulled the picture off. I am a sly badass when it comes to covert camera moves. I even had the camera there (as I have developed a habit here of bringing literally everywhere). The silly saying that seeing that they aren't anamatronic sort of humanizes them and I got shy. Plus with a class of 150 people looking on it would look weird me just like going up to them and taking a picture. I was totally