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named the next president of Stony able individual and an enthusiastic
By Caitlin Ferrell Brook University. A decision is ex-
pected to be made soon.
communicator. I am certain he will be
a favorite among both students and fac-
Stanley’s background is firmly in ulty as he leads the university in the
medical research. Besides having three years to come.”
Stony Brook University will have a patents to his name, he is now serving Dr. Stanley responded to the deci-
new president this June: Samuel Stan- as the Vice Chancellor of Research at sion. “I am honored to have been se-
ley, Jr., Vice Chancellor for Research at Washington University, which is ranked lected as Stony Brook’s next president.
Washington University. He will become third in the nation for its School of In its short life, Stony Brook has ac-
the university’s fifth official president Medicine. His duties as chancellor in- complished some remarkable things. I
when Shirley Strum Kenny resigns her clude overseeing a research portfolio of look forward to working with my new
position. The decision was announced $548 million. colleagues on the faculty, staff and stu-
in a press release last Thursday. He is also a professor of medicine dents in a collective and strategic way to
“We are extremely pleased and ex- and molecular biology at the university. continue Stony Brook’s remarkable tra-
cited that Dr. Stanley will serve as Stony His medical knowledge is exciting to Washington University’s School of jectory of increased excellence, and to
Brook’s next president,” said Richard some faculty members. Nasti said, in Medicine. position the university to take its place
Nasti, chair of the Stony Brook Council the same press release, “His depth of ex- In 2003, Dr. Stanley was appointed among the truly great research univer-
and of the Presidential search commit- perience in attracting research funding as the Director of the Midwest Regional sities of the nation.”
tee. “He is a dynamic leader with a will benefit Stony Brook tremendously Center for Excellence for Biodefense The 55-year-old is married to Dr.
proven track record of success at one of as we climb in the ranks of major re- and Emerging Infectious Diseases Re- Ellen Li, with whom he has co-written
the nation’s premier academic institu- search AAU universities.” search, a multidisciplinary research several medical papers. Li received her
tions,” Nasti said in last week’s an- Stanley received his B.A. from the center. M.D. and Ph.D. from the Washington
nouncement. University of Chicago and his M.D. Search committee member and University School of Medicine. The
The Stony Brook presidential from Harvard Medical School. He soon chairman emeritus of the Stony Brook couple has four children.
search committee recommended to the became a fellow in infectious diseases at Foundation, James Simons, said of Stan-
SUNY Board of Trustees that Stanley be ley, “I found him to be a highly person-
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I’m not aware that there are any signifi- SUNY is at a disadvan-
By Aamer Qureshi cant academic programs being elimi- tage because, simply
nated at this point,” said Melucci. put, it’s in an area that
“The issue for me is that, as any re- is easier to cut in con-
The tuition increase implemented spectful economist will tell you, you trast to the City Uni-
this spring semester across the State can’t cut your way out of a recession – versity of New York
University of New York system was an you have to invest your way out,” said system. “It’s not fair,”
inevitable consequence of the fledgling Prof. Norman Goodman, a Sociology he said.
economy. The subsequent disclosure professor at Stony Brook University Senator Kenneth
that the state budget required 90 per- who is deeply involved in the issue. P. Lavalle, former long-
cent of the $310 collected per student “Cutting from the university, in a time time chairman of the
would go towards balancing the budget where more and more people want to New York Higher Edu-
kindled a statewide argument over if come to state universities, is simply lay- cation Committee, is
such measures were fair. Although not ing the foundation for extending the re- one of the driving
officially announced, the budget for cession for a longer period of time.” forces to fight the cuts.
2009-2010 has implemented that ex- Prof. Goodman also spoke out against A republican who is Roman Sheydvasser
actly 90 percent be taken this spring and the Bundy Aid, a system in which known to be a “friend” Students protesting the SUNY budget cuts.
a reduced 80 percent be taken this fall money is taken from the state universi- to Stony Brook, and grab was.”
with the remaining cash staying in the ties and given to the private universities the person the university stadium was To offset the cuts, the university ad-
university system. – in these times it has only incurred a named after, he claims to be especially ministration has looked to programs
“The difference between 20 percent minor cut. aggravated by the way Governor Pater- which Maciulaitis refers to as “money-
and 50 percent that we’d hoped to nego- “You’re at Stony Brook for three son is handling the situation. “The re- makers.” “Certain programs are more
tiate is six million dollars a year,” said years and then for your last year you go publicans would have handled this one expensive to teach than others so the ac-
Dan Melucci, Associate Vice President to Hofstra, they get a fee for you even differently,” he said. “For one, we would- ademic areas are looking at some of the
for Strategy, Planning and Analysis at though you’ve been in here for three n’t be taxing the hardworking students more profitable ones.”
Stony Brook University. “If we have got- years and there for one year,” said and their families when it’s painfully ob- It seems ironic that only two odd
ten 100 percent, which we should have Goodman. “It’s a political compromise vious that they will suffer the most.” years ago, former Governor Eliot
gotten, that would mean 16 million dol- that was established in the early days of “The governor has not wanted to Spitzer was aptly speaking about mak-
lars which would offset all the other the SUNY system.” He maintained that implement this millionaire’s tax because ing Stony Brook and the University of
cuts in the 2009-2010 budget.” it should be eliminated. he thinks that all the millionaires will Buffalo the two flagship schools in the
SUNY New Paltz recently cut their According to Stony Brook Director run out of New York but apparently he SUNY system with a lot of funding for
nursing program as a result of a six mil- of Budget and Planning Mark Maciu- doesn’t have a problem with taxing our both. “He probably wouldn’t have been
lion dollar deficit reduction plan. In laitis, the cuts to Stony Brook have the students,” said Maciulaitis. He said that able to give as much as he said he
contrast Stony Brook University has, so potential to severely stunt its role as a although they’ve now implemented a would,” said Maciulaitis – speaking on
far according to Melucci, cut two “rela- major economic engine on Long Island. gradual tax for people earning over the situation if Spitzer had not resigned
tively small” programs – the Center for For every dollar spent on Stony Brook, $200,000 a year that they were talking following his scandal. “But he certainly
Wine, Food and Culture and the Cy- he said, the amount of activities going about taxing the students before. “There would have treated us a lot better than
totechnology from the Health Sciences. on at the time will convert the initial in- was a point where the millionaire’s tax Paterson, to whom SUNY is not as high
“We haven’t cut any large programs and vestment by three to four times. He said was not discussable, but this 80 percent a priority.”
The Stony Brook Press News 3
Editorial Board
Executive Editor
editorials
Andrew Fraley
Managing Editor
Najib Aminy
Associate Editor
Generational Changes
Natalie Crnosija We here at the Press feel a special to read the personals. We provide but a Sub Board’s actions (the Student Press
kinship to Generation. Founded under humble homage to them, next to the ar- Law Center never got back to us in
Business Manager
Erin Jayne Mansfield similar circumstances at the University ticle in question. Also, we modified our time), the ethics of this action are ex-
at Buffalo, five years after the Press, the masthead in solidarity with our jour- tremely questionable. Robert Pape (Sub
Production Manager weekly magazine shares the same spirit nalistic brethren. Board VP) and Boston have both said
Tia Mansouri
of alternative journalism; The same pi- The second thing we’ve noticed is that it’s a decline in the magazine’s jour-
News Editors rate ethos. Also, senior staffer and rab- that not much has changed for Genera- nalistic integrity, but we fail to see this.
Ross Barkan
Raina Bedford ble-rouser Jonathan Singer (the man tion over the years—at least, the years Boston insultingly listed a couple arti-
who drew our attention to the current available on the website (2000-present). cles which were legitimate features
Features Editor situation to begin with) is an alumnus The magazine has remained fairly con- about raising money for charity and a
Cindy Liu
of the weekly magazine, and has always sistent, and has kept a pretty high stan- scandal within UB’s student govern-
Arts Editor talked highly of the publication—al- dard of quality. Like any good ment. Pape, on the other hand, has
Doug Cion though he has mixed feelings towards alternative college publication, Genera- called Editor-in-Chief Andrew Blake’s
Photo Editor the staff of his time. tion has a good balance of hard-hitting leadership into question. Ignoring the
Eric DiGiovanni So when we heard about Genera- journalism and humor that make it en- fact that there is no substantial evidence
Liz Kaufman
tion having its charter suspended, it was tertaining. It’s more of a literary maga- of this, and the fact that the personals—
Copy Editors more than just an interest in one of zine, so not every story needs to be the supposed reason Blake is a “bad
Jason Wirchin print journalism’s many troubling situ- Pulitzer Prize winning, but the features leader”—are a popular tradition that’s
Kelly Yu
Katie Knowlton ations. It was with a feeling of indirect are generally in-depth and well written. been around for years, is this a good
camaraderie that we became so drawn So why did Sub Board I, Genera- enough reason to prevent the magazine
Webmaster
Roman Sheydvasser to the story. tion‘s owner and publisher, suspend its from making their own decision about
Nevertheless, we didn’t want to be charter? Why did they go about hiring next semester’s leadership? Is this a
Audiomaster biased in any direction, and our report- some jerk against the editorial board’s good enough reason to prevent Genera-
Josh Ginsberg
ing—we hope—remains objective and will? Joshua Boston doesn’t represent tion‘s editors from exercising their given
Ombudsman fair. But, as we researched the story the 25-year-old spirit of the magazine— “editorial autonomy”? The board of di-
James Laudano
more and more, we noticed a couple and, indeed, has every intention of un- rectors of Sub Board seem to think so.
things. The first is that the personals are doing many of its traditions, including We must respectfully disagree.
fucking hilarious. After getting over the possibly its name. Generation has edito- Generation, we stand in solidarity
initial shock of some of them, they are rial autonomy, which is supposed to with you. We can only hope you come
Minister of Archives
Jesse Schopefer actually quite humorous and well pre- protect them from this exact sort of out of this unscathed. Forever truly, The
sented. Many of us spent hours going thing. Stony Brook Press.
through old issues on their website, just Without getting into the legality of
Layout Design by
Jowy Romano
Kotei Aoki
Vincent Barone
Matt Braunstein
Staff
Kenny Mahoney
Justin Meltzer
James Messina
Accountability
Tony Cai Steve McLinden
J.C. Chan Samantha Monteleone
Whiskers T. Clown Roberto Moya
Owning up to one’s mistakes is dif- ground of any physician they about to the opportunity to teach medicine to
Laura Cooper Frank Myles ficult and the truth is one of the most employ, hospitals are putting their pa- Stony Brook graduate students. Even
Caroline D’Agati Amyl Nitrate
Krystal DeJesus Chris Oliveri difficult things to conceal. These diffi- tients at risk and tarnishing the reputa- the question as to what classes Kinsella
Joe Donato Ben van Overmeier
Brett Donnelly Laura Paesano culties are exemplified in Stony Brook’s tion of their institution and losing sight teaches remains unanswered by the ad-
Nick Eaton Grace Pak decision to hire Dr. Timothy Kinsella. of their mission to provide quality care ministration, which has been hesitant to
Michael Felder Rob Pearsall
Caitlin Ferrell Jon Pu Time and time again, there have and education. provide anything at all.
Vincent Michael Festa Aamer Qureshi
Joe Filippazzo Kristine Renigen been reported incidents and thorough For months, The Press has worked When Kinsella became aware of the
Ilyssa Fuchs Dave Robin documentation of Dr. Kinsella‘s errors at trying to set up an interview with mistake in the treatment of a child-pa-
Rob Gilheany Jessica Rybak
David Knockout Ginn Joe Safdia in his professional career as both an on- both Dr. Richard Fine, dean of the med- tient, he had two options. He could ei-
Joanna Goodman Natalie Schultz
Jennifer Hand Jonathan Singer cologist and department chair. He has a ical school, and Dr. Steven Strongwater, ther report the mistake to the family
Stephanie Hayes Nick Statt
Andrew Jacob Rose Slupski clear record and has no recorded disci- CEO of the SBU hospital, and discuss and take responsibility for it or deny
Liz Kaempf John Tucker plinary action. the hiring process, as well as informa- that it happened. According to legal
Elizabeth Kaplan Lena Tumasyan
Jack Katsman Marcel Votlucka But that absence of recorded disci- tion they had when hiring Dr. Kinsella. depositions, he chose the latter.
Yong Kim Alex Walsh
Rebecca Kleinhaut Brian Wasser plinary action means little when you are All requests dating back to November Stony Brook University is given a
Iris Lin Matt Willemain a patient who is being improperly billed have been denied. Departing President similar option. They can choose to ad-
Frank Loiaccono Jie Jenny Zou
or hoping to provide your son with the Shirley Strum Kenny declined to com- dress the situation at hand and move
The Stony Brook Press is published fortnightly during best care only to find out that a doctor’s ment and said that she does not publicly forth with operations bettering the
the academic year and twice during summer session
by The Stony Brook Press, a student run non-profit or- mistake was recognized and ignored. comment on personnel matters. medical center. Or they could choose to
ganization funded by the Student Activity Fee. The opin-
ions expressed in letters, articles and viewpoints do not The fact is hospitals, deans of med- But this personnel matter is and withhold information and pretend that
necessarily reflect those of The Stony Brook Press as a ical schools and universities all across must be addressed as a public concern. nothing has happened and continue
whole. Advertising policy does not necessarily reflect
editorial policy. For more information on advertising and America are selling their respective Kinsella, again, is not guilty in any way. what they are doing.
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Dear Patriot Staffers,
Doing My Patriotic Duty won’t make the time to either call him a its own. There’s social security, Medi-
By Ross Barkan racist or celebrate his racism. I’ll leave caid, Medicare, and welfare. In my
that to the professionals, just like The humble opinion, America doesn’t have
I would like to take this time to an- Patriot should leave the act of writing to nearly enough revenue sharing (just ask
swer your assault of The Stony Brook just about everyone else. Quite frankly, that Nobel Prize-winning pinko Paul
Press in your most recent issue. First of I could care less about him. What I do Krugman) but hey, it’s a start.
all, I would like to thank you for men- care about, though, is the quality of our Jason Schaeffer, a dear friend of mine
tioning my name in a story. I am now many campus publications. I am proud who once told me he literally slammed
infinitely more famous than I ever was of how far the writers of Stony Brook his fist on the table and cried when a
before, and I am grateful for the expo- University have come. I am even more human being who was not purely white
sure The Patriot has granted me. I can proud of the dear writers of The Patriot was elected President of the United
only hope, in the vein of a good capital- and the brilliance they are able to ooze States, writes about the Employee Free
ist, that I become rich as hell and exploit on a bi-monthly—oh wait, no Choice Act. (The act, supported by
the proletariat like the lazy pigs they are. monthly…hold on, that’s not right, President Obama, would make it easier
First of all, I must take issue with my every other month, quarterly? No, for workers to unionize. Schaeffer erro-
story in a past issue being classified as no…hmmm…wait, I got it—on a semi- neously calls it the Freedom of Choice
“misogynistic.” I think the word you century basis. Captain of the Universe Act—way to get your shit straight, big
meant to use was “funny.” Allow me to and Patriot Lord Conor Harrigan, sage guy!) He whines lovingly that the EFCA
clear this up because I understand the of all that is Just and True, wrote, “I look will limit workers’ freedoms because it
density of your thought muscle might forward to a response. However, know- will eliminate the secret ballot, coercing
render this logic incomprehensible. ing you guys at the Press, I won’t hold all workers to unionize. Schaeffdog, I’m
Thousands of years ago, in the time my breath.” General Harrigan, good sir, afraid there’s a problem with your logic.
when our good Christian Lord created based on the production schedule of First of all, the concept of a “secret bal-
the universe (I can only hope this is your paper, I will probably be reading a lot” doesn’t exist in the way people like
what they teach in those goddamned response to this piece sometime in the to imagine. Large companies hire con-
liberal schools these days!) a concept 2070s. I think that exceeds even Green sultants to “talk” to their workers about
was borne from the molten earth. What Lantern’s breathe holding capabilities, why they shouldn’t unionize, often in-
was it called, dear Patriots? Satire. I un- and we all know he has a power ring. timidating and harassing them. (Note
derstand The Press literally defined Now I’ll just cycle through the cur- that reports of employers intimidating
satire on the cover of one of its issues rent issue of The Patriot and try to find workers vastly outnumber those of
but allow me to once again give you a as many pearls of wisdom as I can. The unions intimidating workers). The
definition, free of charge. superstar seems to be Derek Mordente, EFCA doesn’t even completely remove
Dictionary.com defines satire as the use the current editor, a man of peerless the right to secret ballots anyway—it
of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in character, I’m sure. Let’s see, here he is makes it an option. Now, if a majority
exposing, denouncing, or deriding vice, ranting about the revenue sharing in of workers signs blank cards declaring
folly, etc. OK, we’ve covered that. There- Major League Baseball. Quoth the Mor- they want to unionize, they can actually
fore, when I proclaim in a piece that dente, “We’ll start with the idea of ‘rev- unionize. Employees can still petition
women should not vote, marry, or have enue sharing,’ introduced to the league for an additional secret ballot, but why
children, I am doing what is called by Selig in the 1990’s….The redistribu- would they when the rules make it for
being “facetious” or “sarcastic.” See, tion goes from these bigger market more efficient for them to unite and de-
here’s how this works. If this previous teams, such as the New York Yankees, fend their rights? So Schaeff, lemme
statement were to be taken literally, the ‘according to their ability,’ to smaller break it down one last time: The EFCA
human species would come to an end market teams, such as the Kansas City would take away employers’ right to de-
because (and I gather the Patriot staffers Royals or Tampa Bay Rays, ‘according cide whether to use only the blank card
aren’t so experienced in these matters) to their needs.’ Sound familiar? It’s process or to hold a secret-ballot elec-
the male and female sexes must have called Socialism.” Mordente then rants tion among employees and instead give
what is called sexual intercourse in about how socialism isn’t a part of the right to the employees to make this
order to create children. Without a fe- America and the whole life, liberty and choice. I know it’s totally evil when
male to carry the child in her womb, re- the pursuit of property thing. workers actually have rights and try to
production is actually impossible. I Hmm…Derek, I’m gonna have to won- make a little more money than they al-
know I offered the definition of satire der why a private entertainment enter- ready do. They’re sooooo greedy…not
free of charge but I require about 43 prise must reflect the exact economic like those saintly CEOs pulling in about
cents to define sexual intercourse for all model of the United States and how 500 times what their average employee
of you. After all, I have to be a good cap- someone could actually be dumb earns.
italist. I understand the vaunted staff of enough to take issue with revenue shar- I’d love to spend my whole day perus-
The Patriot has no concept of what ing when a much more extreme version ing The Patriot but unfortunately the
humor is, nor is aware that this abstract of this has been implemented in the Na- word count of this story is nearing
notion does in fact exist. Masturbating tional Football League and has made it 2,000. Also, I can only punish myself for
over Milton Friedman’s corpse will do the most popular sport in all of Amer- so long. The world outside is calling.
that for you. ica. I guess every Thanksgiving we all sit Once again, thank you for typing my
I comprehend that the majority of down to watch a bunch of Commies on name in one of your illustrious stories.
The Patriot’s beef comes from com- the gridiron, huh? It also seems that I’ll leave you be with your Friedman
ments made about Robert Spencer. I Master Mordente has forgotten that our corpse and Von Hayek sex toys. Hope
sadly know little of him and therefore America has a little revenue sharing of to hear from ya before 2070, Conor! Request an ad packet:
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6 News Vol. XXX, Issue 14 |Friday, May 8, 2009
Class Registration
out of the way and SOLAR now the
By Nick Statt main tool for registration, some fresh-
man thought it would become easier.
Like many administrative processes “My progress report said I hadn’t
here at Stony Brook, class registration fulfilled my math requirement even
doesn’t, and probably never will, go though I definitely had taken the math
smoothly. Now that budget cuts are en- placement exam,” said Will Perera, a
forcing inevitable class downsizing, freshman psychology major. “After
more and more freshman are realizing going to the advising center in person
the harsh reality: fulfilling their major and having them look for an hour, I got
requirements and obtaining a bearable it worked out. It was still a ridiculous
schedule may be harder than they first hassle,” he added.
thought. Kevin Kelley, a freshman pre-health
For freshman, class registration at major, signed up for a two hundred
student orientation brings back mixed level English class last December. The
memories. For some, it was fine and problem arose when he returned in Jan-
they had an acceptable first semester uary and it had just disappeared. “They
schedule, but that may be greatly attrib- told me that the class had issues with its
uted to the fact that they had advantages professor and had been retracted. It
over other students. sucks because I need an upper-level
“It went all right for me, but I am an English and the only one left open did-
athlete [and] had an early July orienta- n’t fit into my schedule,” he said.
tion date,” said freshman biology major On the other end of the spectrum, a
AJ Orobello. Others who had late ori- few students have found that SOLAR
entation dates or just ran into in- works better for them. “As a poli-sci
involves taking 18 credits within a des- that they must return to that require-
escapable issues remember class major, I don’t really have issues with
ignated umbrella-like category with ti- ment.”
registration as a hectic process. classes, so SOLAR is a lot easier than
tles like “Public Relations.” This just He added how Stony Brook’s size is
“There were not enough legitimate sitting down with an advisor,” said
means students who choose that partic- really a major contributor to the prob-
advisors helping the room full of stu- freshman political science major David
ular concentration, of which there are lems with classes, considering that the
dents. I was being dealt with by other Rose.
four, have to take courses in the eco- preferences of upper-classman have to
students who didn’t know what they Now, amid the huge pressures of
nomics, political science, and sociology always, as is naturally understandable,
were doing really,” said freshman pre- budget cuts and the economy still re-
departments. However, one of the be taken first and foremost.
health major Jaime Elliott. “They didn’t fusing to climb out of its recession,
courses in that category, ECO 305, has a It terms of class registration this
know what I needed for the nursing Stony Brook class registration is only
similar restriction on it meant to keep year, Gatteau said, “No major problems
program,” she added. getting more and more complex due to
non-economics major/minors out. De- have really arisen at all.” According to a
Freshmen orientation was hardly a the university’s financial decisions.
spite this being a requirement for jour- new program that tracks visits to the
clear picture of how to put together a Departments that previously had
nalism majors, these “concentrations” Academic Advising Center, over 7,000
spaces for students outside their major
hold no weight and hang in some limbo visits have been made in this past se-
have started to restrict classes as far
between major and minor designations, mester, which exhibits that although the
down as the two hundred level tiers. If a
otherwise completely useless and only Advising Center doesn’t see any major
student wants to take EGL 243, Shake-
an added complication in the registra- obstructions, students still feel the need
speare: Major Works, not a farfetched
tion process. to bypass the, at times, annoyingly un-
desire for students considering that it is
Nobody can argue with what needs helpful methods of the SOLAR System.
a DEC, they’re out of luck. Anything
to be done in terms of fiscal measures Summer orientation for next year’s
above EGL 204 is reserved for English
taken to keep the university afloat, but incoming freshman is still not going to
majors or minors.
the decisions being made are leaving be fully tackled until the end of the se-
SOLAR, however, won’t tell you
students with more seemingly unan- mester. Gatteau says he can’t make any
that and will instead flash a message at
swerable questions. solid statements about what will happen
you saying you don’t meet “reserve ca-
The only feasible help that seems to exactly, pertaining to the cutbacks and
pacity requirements,” which, upon
allow students, especially freshman, to economic pressures recently laid on
going to an advisor in person, can be
maneuver these necessary paths is Aca- Stony Brook. However, it should be
translated to the fact that you’re re-
demic Advising. Rick Gatteau, Director noted that the feelings about SOLAR,
stricted from it. You can hang out on the
of the Academic and Pre-Professional class registration, and the recent
wait-list, but with class sizes in the 20s,
Advising Center, outlined a few major changes Stony Brook has had to make
you’re unlikely to have any chance at all
points in the advising process and how are as complicated as the causes induc-
when the ‘reserves” are lifted some time
\ they deal with these complications. ing them. Stony Brook, unfortunately
during the summer. Bente Videbaek,
“The most important thing is for having to constantly deal with their “3rd
Director of Undergraduate Studies for
students to make their road map now,” unhappiest student body,” is going to
neat schedule, but it was a highly visual the English Department, admitted that
he said. On the topic of how to deal with have to work even harder to find a bal-
foreshadowing of how administration she does not know when these restric-
getting wait-listed on required classes, ance between keeping the risk of sink-
works at SBU when it has to deal with tions will be lifted.
Gatteau added, “We try and split things ing financially and the well being and
the pressures of outside forces. For journalism majors, who are sec-
into two categories: what we need and satisfaction of its student body at bay.
With those big paper booklets–the ond only to engineers with 127 required
what we want. If a student hits a wall,
ones that left you squinting to see if you credits, more issues arise. This depart-
we try to find them the best route to
could fit the class into your schedule– ment requires a “concentration,” which
keep going, while still keeping in mind
The Stony Brook Press News 9
Across the state from Stony Brook University, tions as a journalist include time as Managing Editor of sections feature content that is generated anonymously
there exists another publication that is not afraid to both The Spectrum and Visions. “He does have jour- by Generation’s readership.
print words like “fuck” and “shit” in its pages. But now nalism experience, but he has nothing to do with Gen- “A lot of people do read the magazine just for
Generation, a student magazine at the University at eration,” Blake said. Normally, Generation’s editorial the personals,” Blake said. When he became Editor-in-
Buffalo with a 25-year tradition of alternative journal- board chooses the next year’s Editor-in-Chief. After the Chief one year ago, Sub Board invited Blake to a board
ism, has lost its freedom. charter was suspended, that process was the job of a of directors meeting, where the magazine’s publishers
On April 3, Sub Board I, Inc., a non-profit five-person search committee, which included Pape presented concerns of both the board members and
conglomeration of UB student governments and pub- and Generation Associate Editor Michelle Matthews. the students. They told him that they were not too
lisher of Generation, notified current Editor-in-Chief “This process was about picking the most happy about that back section. “I’m not going to lie—
Andrew Blake that it had suspended the magazine’s qualified candidate,” Pape said. One of Sub Board’s it was kind of creepy. A real closed doors, hush-hush
charter. “They couldn’t censor our content, so they goals was to open up the Editor-in-Chief hiring kind of thing, you know?” Blake described in an edi-
took away the rulebook that gave us that power,” said process, in hopes of lessening intimidation. After the torial from the April 17 issue of Generation.
Blake, a UB senior. committee chose Boston, the new Editor-in-Chief The then Editor-in-Chief presented the idea
Calling editorial autonomy “a huge responsi- called Generation a “niche publication.” “We fill the of removing personals from the pages of Generation to
bility,” Sub Board Vice President Robert Pape says that niche of a couple of people who are not scared to tell the magazine’s staff. “I told the editorial board and they
the magazine’s charter will be restored under the new the truth,” Blake said in response. all agreed absolutely not,” Blake said.
leadership of UB student journalist Joshua Boston. Lauren Ministero was one of three current The January 27 issue of Generation featured a
Outside of his claim that the magazine has de-
Photo Credit: Andrew Blake, Facebook
clined in quality over recent years, Boston has no pre-
vious ties to Generation. Much like the rivalry between
The Stony Brook Press and The Statesman, UB’s student
media scene has its own competition. There are three
publications: The Spectrum, a tri-weekly newspaper;
Visions, a magazine published by UB’s undergraduate
Student Association; and Generation, which more re-
cently has featured the phrase “An SBI Publication” on
its cover, alongside “the student voice since 1984.”
Before the magazine had become Generation
in 1984, it had been known as The Current. Andrew
Galarneau, who had been Generation’s faculty advisor
for nine years up until this semester, recalled the pub-
lication’s transformation. “What’s going on with the
magazine now is the same thing that happened with
The Current in 1984,” explained Galarneau. Sub Board
had cut the magazine’s funding after an argument with
the editorial board at the time. After that, Generation
was born, and Galarneau was one of its original
staffers.
While Galarneau wasn’t Faculty Advisor when
Sub Board suspended the charter, he had been the ad-
visor last semester when “the forest fire was lit and
while it raged”. Galarneau claimed he’d spent hours last
semester explaining to Blake the damages his editorial
board was doing to the magazine’s viability. Most no- Pictured above, members of Generation s editorial board in 2008. On far right: 2008-09 Editor-in-Chief Andrew Blake.
table, Galarneau said, were two photos appearing in
different issues; one was a back cover which featured Generation editors who applied for next year’s Editor- notably controversial “I’m Right. You’re Wrong.” in
Blake vomiting on an issue of Visions magazine, and in-Chief position after the magazine’s charter was sus- which a reader asked, “Why does David L. Dunn, the
another featured Blake holding a used condom—both pended. “I was still interested because I did put a lot in V.P. for Health Sciences who initiated UBreathe Free,
were parodies of photos that appeared in Visions. “The the magazine,” she said. In front of the committee, have a small penis?”(UBreathe Free is a campus-wide
magazine is not intended for him to carry on his per- Ministero explained what she wanted to do with the anti-smoking initiative.) Blake and Matthews re-
sonal feuds,” said Galarneau. magazine and what ethics meant to her. “They also sponded in an irreverent manner, following the col-
“The people from the Student Association talked about the audience I wanted to attract,” she said. umn’s format.
thought it was hilarious,” claimed Blake, referring to Two main issues in this argument regard Upon request from Sub Board, Blake and his
the condom parody photo. Galarneau was the only ethics and Generation’s audience. On Andrew Blake, editorial board printed a correction. An earlier request
person to express concern about either photo, accord- Boston said, “He crossed a lot of ethical boundaries, in was made after the September 16 issue, regarding an
ing to Blake. my eyes.” When asked to give examples of offensive article about campus safety. The feature mentioned in-
When Sub Board suspended their charter and content, Boston regarded the material as inappropri- correct information about UB’s Anti-Rape Task Force,
hired Boston for the new position this semester, ate to reprint. a service that is offered by Sub Board. “Other than that,
Galarneau was not surprised. “Unfortunately, it was It is that flippant material, most notably a sec- there were no formal complaints,” he said.
right to fear that this could happen.” Boston officially tion of explicit personal ads and an ongoing question “The cover story is always a feature story,”
begins on June 1. and answer feature called “I’m Right. You’re Wrong.” Blake said. The April 1, 2008 issue of Generation fea-
The upcoming Editor-in-Chief ’s qualifica- that landed the magazine in hot water. Both of these tured an article titled “Did You Get Your Slice,” a cover
PERSONALS
coming issues of the magazine, which is published its former glory. “This a setback, not huge, and we will
and find your own taste in fucking music. baby
weekly during the academic year. “Advertisers don’t get it back,” he said. “We have a tradition of coming out
want to advertise in a magazine like that,” Boston said. against the odds.”
boomer music needs to die!
“This year they ran a story on moustaches,”
Boston said. “That was a cover story.” That feature,
written by Blake, titled “’Stache Of Cash,” was about
Western New Yorkers who grew facial hair for charity,
and was published in the March 3 issue of Generation. Fill out this coupon and drop it in the box outside our office at Student Union 060.
“I find it hard to believe that a story about college kids _______________________________________________________________________________
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Blake also responded to Boston’s repeated at- _______________________________________________________________________________
tacks on his ethical structure: “I’d like to see why he
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thinks that,” he said. “I practically sleep with my copy
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of the AP Stylebook.” Blake considered several places
to look for legal assistance, including UB student legal _______________________________________________________________________________
services and the New York Civil Liberties Union, but _______________________________________________________________________________
the student legal service that UB offers is an entity run _______________________________________________________________________________
by Sub Board, and he hasn’t heard back from the civil _______________________________________________________________________________
libertarians. _______________________________________________________________________________
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sibiliuty for offense taken from the personals.
Hobbs Farm
ring the title over to the church, the
By Krystal DeJesus property became overgrown and van-
dalized. In 2007, Friends of Hobbs Farm
was formed to help the church restore
There are few farms on Long Island the land, which had turned into a
that are run by volunteers and give away dumping ground.
their produce for free to local food “There were truckloads of garbage
banks, but Hobbs Farm in Centereach and debris,” Jiminez-Pellegrino said.
does just that. “Different companies with payloaders
Just four miles south of the univer- came and cleared it all out for us.”
sity, this 11-acre farm is right in the Last year was the first time the land
middle of suburbia with homes and was used as a farm in over a decade. The
roadways surrounding it on every side. two acres of farmed land produced 10
Although the farm is new to many of its tons of produce, of which all went to
neighbors, it is actually over 100 years local food pantries. Also with enormous
old and is the last African American community support and donations
owned farm on Long Island. from local businesses, the original
It began in 1906 when James Hobbs farmhouse was restored and educa-
and his family moved to Long Island tional programs were developed.
from Georgia. At first they rented the This year there are plans to double
land they farmed in Centereach, but the size of the farmed land to five acres
later on James purchased a plot for and expand its education programs
Hobbs Farm. Krystal DeJesus even further. The farm offers intern-
“Not too many African American One of the few lasting farms on Long Island.
ships to college students and the farm
farmers actually owned a farm,” said managers are trying to expand their
Tom Lyon, co-director of Friends of children’s garden to teach more young
Hobbs Farm. “There were limited num- details,” Lyon said. Setauket, where he was a member.
people about where their food comes
bers of black farmers on Long Island in Alfred managed to keep the farm “The church worked hard at hold-
from.
the earlier part of the century.” alive and running even as development ing on to the property,” said Anne
“I think the focus will be number
James’ son, Alfred Hobbs, who made its way further east on Long Is- Jiminez-Pellegrino, co-director of
one just farming and an agrarian life on
lived on the farm from the age of three land. He had multiple chances to sell the Friends of Hobbs Farm. “Rev. Leonard
Long Island,” Lyon said of the future
months, took ownership in 1955 and property but passed up on the opportu- really knew what was in Mr. Hobbs’
goals for the education program. “It’s
farmed it until his death in 1996. Re- nities because he wanted the land to heart.”
exciting because it’s kind of a work in
search on the history of the Hobbs fam- stay a farm. But since Alfred and his The Bethel AME Church was not
progress, and as we get to meet new
ily and the farm have just recently wife didn’t have any children to take available for comment.
people, we get new ideas.Ӭ
begun, so the exact facts are not known. over the farm, he left it to the Bethel Due to the lack of proper resources
“We’re not 100 percent sure of the African Methodist Episcopal Church in and legal complications with transfer-
In Memoriam
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would have it that she walked into a daughters, Rachel and Jessica, in 1988 Melissa was diagnosed with a form of
By Alex H. Nagler Statesman open house and came across
then Features Editor Chris Fairhall. She
and 1990.
Melissa grew tired of the publishing
melanoma, but was determined to push
on and live life to the fullest. The can-
joined his camp and wound up news industry and decided she wanted a cer returned last summer. Melissa’s final
Melissa Spielman was a Press staffer editor in 1979, finally breaking off with change of career tracks. Going off her days were spent in a hospice near Bath.
through and through. The Story of The him and Eric Brand to form what would love of science, she pursued a degree in She died on February 23. One of her
Press puts her as the woman who become The Stony Brook Press. Gradu- science at Oxford University that cul- final requests was that her artistic
worked with the students who “took ating with a BA in English, Melissa took minated in a DPhil. Her thesis, on the friends decorate her coffin. She is sur-
over” the Statesman’s office to produce her knack for editing and in 1984 regulation of post-meiotic cell division vived by her two daughters and hus-
the Statesperson and turned “their pro- landed a job in the Madison Avenue of- during pollen production, won the band.
pagandistic tracts into English.” She fice of The Oxford University Press. She Irene Manton Prize from the Linnean Melissa’s death has come as a blow
shared the first byline of the first issue found herself working under the es- Society of London in 1999. to those all those who knew her. This
of The Press and was one of the initial teemed editor of American history, In 2003, Melissa and her family spread contains the memories of her
three editors. But her life would amount Sheldon Meyer. moved to Bath after several years of re- husband, her sister, and former Press
to so much more than just that once she 1986 saw her move from OUP’s of- search at Oxford to join the team at staffers. We hope you enjoy.
left Stony Brook and the sheltering nest fices on Madison Avenue to Oxford it- Bath University. She co-authored nu-
of The Press. self. It was there that she met Richard merous papers and helped establish the
Born to Stanley Spielman and Adri- Lawrence, the man who would become Cafe Scientifique, a series of informal
anne Karp, Melissa was the eldest child her husband. She and Richard were talks in the upstairs room of a local pub.
who worked her way up to Stony Brook married a year later. All of her accomplishments were
through public school. In 1978, fate They would go on to have two not without their downside. In 1999,
In Memoriam
Melissa Spielman- The English Years
By Richard Lawrence
arts&entertainment
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ance. It had all the right things going functions, slap stick style acting and show, so thankfully he gets killed early
By Doug Cion for it to be a typical romantic comedy
you see so much in Hollywood films. I
taking the actual Shakespearian dia-
logue and making certain characters
on so the audience can fall back into the
main plot.
speak it very sarcastically or exagger- I was also completely unaware of
If you have ears, you have heard the ated, it was a real downer when the the humor that arises from other char-
song “Love Story” at least 376 times show began its second act when every- acters like the Nurse, who was played by
over the past three months. Coming one started dying and stuff. Jennifer Crawford. The two lead roles
from a guy who spends a good amount I have read the play several times in (Rob Shilling as Romeo and Katie
of time in the SAC gym, nothing pumps the past but this was the first time I had Burke as Juliet) were fantastic actors
me up more than hearing that song as I ever seen it performed live, save movie and connected even better with one an-
flex in the mirror for 78 minutes and adaptations. It was not until after this other. When they first encounter each
stay on a bench press machine for an show that I had a new appreciation for other during the play, there is a very
hour and only to do two sets of the the language present in this piece. It is clever use of extra dietetic: heavy
heaviest weight I can so people will only through performance that the bril- breathing. The two see one another, all
think I am awesome. Aside from this, liance and beauty can be revealed and I the characters around them freeze and
all I can say is will someone hand this was completely moved by the flow and they stare at each other as heavy breath-
broad a copy of Shakespeare’s The inclusion of sonnets throughout the di- ing is the only thing you hear in the
Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet? (Or for the alogue. I can truly see why this play ri- background.
case of this article, buy her a ticket to see vals Hamlet as the most performed At the end of the play when both of
the damn show on campus?) Shakespeare play, but I can also see why their bodies lay next to one another, the
There was not one time that Romeo was expecting Meg Ryan to walk out at most people enjoy watching this play same thing happens and it truly helps
was throwin’ pebbles nor did he speak any moment. The young man, Dan more. capture the emotion of the two mo-
with Mr. Capulet about marrying Juliet. O’Reily, who played Mercutio truly took The actual performance itself will ments. At the end of the performance,
And what the hell does The Scarlet Let- the off-the-wall character and ran with go down as the best Shakespeare play I the audience gave the players a standing
ter have anything to do with… um, any- it. The first two acts of the play will be have ever seen performed. I have seen ovation as they came out for their cur-
thing? Seriously Taylor, this is not a remembered for the laughter the audi- quite a few plays, including “As You Like tain call, and I truly mean it when I say
“Love Story,” this be a tragedy (just like ence was unable to contain, and not for It,” at Stony Brook, but this one I will re- they deserved it. This was by far my fa-
your intelligence and your creativity). the romantic chemistry between the member as the best by far. The talented vorite Shakespeare play I have ever seen.
Now that we have that out of the two actors who played Romeo and players were just incredible. As I said
way, let us review the actual perform- Juliet. By adding in humor with bodily before, Mercutio practically stole the
“The Party”
The Premier
Andrew Fraley
Minister of Justice and Commandant of
the Glorious Peopples NKVD
Najib Aminy
Secretary of Interior
Natalie Crnosija
Capitalist Pig-Dog
Erin Jayne Mansfield
Minister of Productivity
Light Up You Fools
Tia Mansouri It’s time America gets high and unimportant “drug” dealers and could growing pot in America were legal.
Preachers of Proletariat breaks itself from the chains of corpo- shift on bigger threats to the nation’s se- Thus, the problem of dealing with Mex-
Raina Bedford rate monopoly and capitalistic greed. curity. ican cartels becomes Mexico’s problem,
Ross Barkan Just as the misguided left has bas- Additionally, the legalization of and the working class can relax and
Feats of Strength tardized the word “socialist,” there is an marijuana would ease problems in our focus on work.
Cindy Liu everlasting mudslinging campaign nation’s borders. Drug smugglers The state as a whole would benefit
The Opiate of the Masses against those who smoke marijuana. wouldn’t have any drugs to smuggle if greatly from marijuana. Americans
Doug Cion Fact: mari- would be high on life,
juana is beneficial music would sound bet-
Photoshopping Incriminating Evidnece
Into Your Photos for the working ter and there would be
Eric DiGiovanni class. It not only an increased appetite
Liz Kaufman relieves one of for food. This all results
Propaganda Monitors stress and puts one in increased commerce,
Jason Wirchin in a relaxed state supporting failing
Kelly Yu
Katie Knowlton but it poses little to record companies or
no threat to one’s local restaurants. The
Webmeister health to com- visual experience from
Roman Sheydvasser
pared with alcohol television to movies
Audiomeister or cigarettes. As would be exponentially
Josh Ginsberg
the price of ciga- enhanced increasing
Ombudsman rettes increases, the general quality of
James Laudano more Americans life for Americans.
grow unwilling to No longer should
buy these death companies like Marl-
Commondante of Archives sticks and the na- boro and Philip Morris
Alex Nagler tion loses out on overrun and corrupt
these taxes. our youth, hurt our
Layout Design by Whereas if working class and tar
Jowy Romano marijuana were our nation. It is time to
taxed, the nation light in solidarity and
would build an fight for the proletariat.
Proletariat UNITE! economic surplus Let the money stacks of
Kotei Aoki Kenny Mahoney and could shift ef- the conservative elite
Vincent Barone Justin Meltzer
Matt Braunstein James Messina forts to advanced blaze in our glorious
Tony Cai Steve McLinden industrialization green revolution.
J.C. Chan Samantha Monteleone
Whiskers T. Clown Roberto Moya and strengthen the Recreational drugs
Laura Cooper Frank Myles
Caroline D’Agati Amyl Nitrate power of the work- are fun and a working
Krystal DeJesus Chris Oliveri ing class. Local class that has fun is
Joe Donato Ben van Overmeier
Brett Donnelly Laura Paesano and governmental more productive than a
Nick Eaton Grace Pak
Michael Felder Rob Pearsall agencies would be working class that is
Caitlin Ferrell Jon Pu
Vincent Michael Festa Aamer Qureshi
freed up from dying.
Joe Filippazzo Kristine Renigen dealing with
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David Knockout Ginn Joe Safdia
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Dear Comrade,
I have dissapointed my country, family, compatriots and myself. I have been having doubts as to what it would be
like living as a capitalist pig. I have had countless dreams of mistreating those beneath me in class, earning a large sum
of wealth, much greater than my co-workers and looking to start my own private business to make prosper from. I wake
up confused not knowing what to do. I fear I am betraying my fellow countrymen and don’t know what to do.
Country first,
The Comrade
Dear Comrade,
I have injured back in labor incident and will be in bed for weeks. I cannot imagine how state will make benefit if I
rest in bed. I am eager to sowing seed of hard and unquestioned labor to reap universal benefit for state and citizens.
What advice can be given?
Dear soldier,
Utilize medical facility to make process go faster. State is prepared for any and whatever problem to be presented
at it. Do not question or doubt this security but work to make sure you do not find what the consequences is be.
Though work is top priority, impatience is sign of dirty money pig. Please, do not be pig.
Country first,
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prone to infiltrate college campuses around the answer to the questions I have been asking my- them. Without Mexico’s contributions to the
country, I continued my perusal of the Patriot. self for so very long. But why Mexico? I’m aware world, no living doctor will have had the oppor-
Encountering what appears to be the first of a se- that the WUSB radio program “College Prime- tunity to say he or she saved the world from a
ries, I began reading the article entitled “Thank time Radio” in their segment entitled “Worst pandemic. The article also addresses the ongoing
God I Don’t Live In: Mexico”. Oftentimes I find Week Ever” as having a particularly bad week re- drug war in which Mexico is playing a key role.
myself weeping with joy over my love of Amer- cently acknowledged Mexico, but otherwise Mex- This war is aimed at helping college students
ica, sharing my tissues with fellow patriot Glenn ico seems to be a fine country. Mexican scientists specifically, as it keeps the drug dealers away from
Beck, and wondering what it must be like for the have recently perfected a new strain of the flu, en- spring break hot spots such as Cancun and Aca-
people living in other countries who have to look suring that medical experts will not get too com- pulco. Last spring break I went to Cancun and I
in at our great nation. This series looked to be the fortable and will have new challenges facing encountered more sweater meat than I could pos-
sibly dream to manhandle. And
then I manhandled them, all of
them. Thank you Mexico, thank
you for the boobs you have af-
forded me and the swine flu you
have forced upon us all.
Lastly, I must apologize. I
must apologize to the readers of
the Patriot who were bamboo-
zled by these horrid misjudg-
ments. To think that there are
readers who think that Idiocracy
grossed enough money to war-
rant even an average run in the-
aters, I’m sorry. To those who
remain blissfully unaware of
President Obama’s attempts to
turn our country into a pack of
sissies, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry
to the readers who will never
know the joy of the Mexican
high holidays: Margarita Mon-
day, Tequila Tuesday, Wacky
Wednesday and Cinco de Mayo.
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Laura Bang
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Raina Bedford
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Jason Wirchin
Margaret Mars
editor’s note
Purveyor of chaos, consumer of stars, and fan of Twin Peaks, the Stony Brook Press
Literary Supplement is notorious across the galaxy. Its wrath and terrifying beauty know
no bounds and strike fear into the hearts of even the most fearless of men (while gen-
tly flicking the ear lobes of others). I mean, come on. It’s 56 pages long. That number
is divisible by 8, so you know it has to be a big deal. That said, go forth, dear reader,
and consume its mystical, creative essence. This semester we were floored by a
tremendous amount of poetry, short stories, artwork, photo manipulations, and essays,
so you are bound to find something you like. If not, it is hefty enough to roll into a tube
and use to pummel your enemies. Now that’s what I like to call a win-win situation.
-Tia Mansouri
4
Not breathing no words no sound Your pores spit poison, cracked lips
Artemis slays the dead star of Orion The paper monsters of your heart
This is my hunting ground Verbs, nouns, adverbs, my lunar eclipse
Hungry deer stalks the lion Are no matches against distance, my art
Artemis slays the dead star of Orion The paper monsters of your heart
Crimson rapids rush and carry our bones Worthless fiends that shrivel up and wrinkle
Hungry deer stalks the lion Are no matches against distance, my art
The man of nothing but water and stones Rushing rapids let loose a sprinkle
Crimson rapids rush and carry our bones Worthless fiends that shrivel up and wrinkle
I close the seeing-orbs of black Your words drown, my heart too
Demand nothing but water and stones Rushing rapids let loose a sprinkle
The man in white, leader of the wolf pack My mind has erased you
zut alors
pink mother
color-hate
swath of wrath
the french connection.
raw flesh
raw stress
oh, television nerve damage
oh, television
how i love to watch your bulky body body electric
spew forth inane sound bites rage apoplectic
epileptic spurts of ‘entertainment’
dear television purple veins
please take this as a token of my appreciation purple pains
the standardization of something sub-standard purple pills
my only television purple kills.
let’s sit outside together.
if i had a band we’d be Lizzie and the Bordens
lullaby hey hey lizzie
hush little dumbass hand me that ax
don’t you talk
mama knows better you and i, baby
mama can walk we’ll take a few good whacks
Alex Nagler:
Oh Stony Brook Press Sam Goldman: Alex Nagler:
We must always write haikus Look who is watching! Mister Pete Lambro
mainly to fill space It’s the money you could be Thinks he’s clever with sex toys
saving with GEICO! Wants his but plug back
David K. Ginn:
Alex, you bastard Gabrielle Tobin: Alex Walsh:
Haikus are lame and for girls Sixth circle of hell Lambro wants his plug?
You know that by now A toothache and no whiskey Most curious to me, sir,
Please Advil kick in Is why you have it.
What’s better, you ask?
How about limericks, duh Alex Nagler: Pete Lambro:
Didn’t of think of that? Gabrielle Tobin? Please clean that thing off.
What’s she doing in this thread? I don’t know where it has been.
Alex Walsh: No grownups allowed! In few butts, I hope.
Limericks, my friend,
may be where it’s at. But still, David K. Ginn: Roman Sheydvasser:
no harm in haiku. FUCK YOU, FEDEROV Alex H Nagler
FUCK YOUR MOTHER, MAN. I DID How dare you forget me sir?
Give it a try, Ginn SHE WAS FUCKING LAME I slap you with glove
Open up your god damn mind
Let the ‘ku love flow. Sam Goldman: Erin BearWrestler Mansfield:
Sergei Fedorov scored Lambro, don’t know you.
Erin BearWrestler Mansfield: I’ll play NHL 98 Try again. “Seriously”:
The beach was a blast. And MAKE YOUR ASS BLEED Just four syllables.
I can’t finish my Gasm.
Class: overrated. Pete Lambro: Pete Lambro:
Teddy Roosevelt, Red, you do know me!
Alex Nagler: What a gigantic douchebag. My failure shames me, deeply.
Ha! Told you, Erin Seriously. Like, seriously.
The gasm conquers us all
Fucking big sandwich Joe Safdia: Erin BearWrestler Mansfield:
What is a haiku? Ah, yes, I know you.
David Knockout Ginn This seems very confusing He who sits on the Press couch
Start your own goddamn note, bitch I give up on this and submits nothing.
This is for haikus
Marcel Votluca: Tia has Swine cure:
Erin BearWrestler Mansfield: Mugu-mu-mugu? a dungeon in the office.
This is so not cool. Kupo-kupo-kupo-po! Already happened.
What won’t I finish next time? Kweh...Aaaccckkkk! (Omnislash)
I’m Joey from Friends. Joe Safdia:
Pete Lambro: The deadly swine flu
I want a Haiku Masturbation toys: Came from the Stony Brook Press
where every damn word is a curse. Frightening or necessary? Please clean the office
I’ll fucking try it. Only Nagler knows.
11
I
can still remember the way that she looked She
before those final moments. Those wide staring
green eyes looked out the window with the
supreme feeling of utmost pity. Her hand was
cold and stiff as she gripped mine with the talons
of an aged falcon. She had passed her final years
a long time ago, but never let go of the insignificant spark that
kept her empty heart pumping small amounts of red dust
through her body. I could hear her lungs pumping every time
she inhaled, and a chill ran down my spine that told me there
was something else in the room each time. A piece of her hair
fell onto my face and she lightly brushed it away with those
things that she called her fingers.
“I had to trade so much,” she said.
I didn’t know what she meant, but I wasn’t going to ask
her. I couldn’t have even if I wanted to.
“Sometimes I wished that things could’ve been different,
and that you could’ve been here with me,” she continued to
say. After that she fell silent again, and her almond shaped eyes
stared out the window on to the front lawn. Her eyes moved
from the right to the left over and over again. I tried to turn
my head to see what it was that she was watching, but I had
no chance of that. I wanted to reach my hand up and put it on
her chest to feel her heart beat the way that it did. I wanted to
sit up and embrace her. It seemed there was so much that I
wanted to do for her at that moment, but there were no possi-
bilities. She was so frail and weak. I never remembered her
being that way. She was always the strong one. Those fists of
iron had done many things, and worked many trades, but they
were reduced to nothing.
“I’ve been thinking about Hell,” she revealed. “Do you
think it’s really as bad as they say it is?” closed her eyes for the first time in a long while and a stream
I moved my mouth to say no, but I had no luck in the en- of tears began to move down her cheeks. I wanted to scream.
deavor. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more,” she said. “I wanted to do more,
“It can’t be that bad,” she continued. Her eyes became di- but I couldn’t. I’ve walked through years terrified. We’ve
lated and frozen. “I wouldn’t be scared to go to hell.” walked on the same ground for so long. After it all the fear
I looked at her with a confused expression, but she didn’t took me. I’ve traded so much for you, and none of it was
look at my face. worth it. I wanted to make it worth it, but I was too scared. I
“Maybe…” she began to say before her voice faded again. was scared of the change. Maybe I would understand this
I tried to reach up again to touch her, trying to get her to world better if I was something else, and could see like some-
keep talking. I would have done anything possible to hear her thing else. Like grass or… something. Maybe then I’d be able
voice continue in one glorious, uninterrupted cycle. She put to tell things apart.” I just laid there staring at her. I felt as if
her hand on my chest and moved it back and forth. I was regaining movement when she opened her eyes again and
“The sky is growing painful,” she said. “It might fall soon.” said those final words. “I just wish you were here.”
I
-T.S. Eliot
t was a cold night; not cold like the winter, the words that she would never forget. In some way I wanted
but everything was frozen in place, or at least I to make it so she would never want to speak to me again.
was. I was on my way home when it all hap- It’s strange the way hate works. It appears to be a true hate
pened. I had received a call from her brother when you have love pushing against it. Everything seems to
telling me about it. I listened to the words care- slow down and you can’t move. I always hear people say that
fully, never believing a single one of them. He you can’t really “hate” someone, but at that time, sitting there
kept repeating the same thing, and I kept laughing under my with the phone in my hand there was nothing else. Life didn’t
breath. There was no way to believe it. Everything was a joke. matter and the rest of the world shut off around me. Now
I remember him asking me if I believed him. All that I could there was nothing else but the silent buzz of the phone and the
do was tell him the truth, so that was exactly what I told him, sound of breath. “I hate you! More than anyone in my life…
no. I hate you!” Those were the words, but there was so much be-
I sat in a seat in the center of an empty train car playing hind them. I had let the cycle continue on for so long and it
with my hat in one hand and holding my phone in the other was slowly destroying me. Nothing came out. But I sat there
hand. He kept talking about it, and all I could think of was the wanting to say everything. Not just for my own injuries but
horrible scent of urine in the train. He was telling me some- those against herself.
thing about police until my mind muted him for a second time. I lost my ability to speak. The same thought floated into
I put my hat back on my head and looked up at the window my mind. Each time I thought of her it was of who she was
to see if it was straight in the reflection. I was waiting for him now. For the sake of clichés all I can say is that she was a
to just give it all up and admit to the joke, but that time never stranger. I never knew that person. For all the years I knew her
came. Slowly the train strode into the depths of the suburb of that other person never came into view. The only person avail-
Labyros. When I got off at my stop on Main Street I walked able was the angel that stood in front of me. I would sit and
into the constricting maze of weeping trees and desolate streets wish for that person to come back. That was who I wanted.
listening to my heels click against the cracking concrete. It was But no matter how much I hoped it seemed that she was lost
cold outside, as it normally was. With each step I took I could and someone else took her place. In truth the angel may have
feel my heart drop a little further into my soul, and my soul never existed. It could have been a show.
slowly devouring everything inside my heart. I kept telling my- On the other side of the phone, through the intricate si-
self the same thing, and each time I believed it less. The night lence, I heard the tears begin to fall. By that time apathy be-
air was solid and hard to walk through. It was like walking came a familiar friend. He and I spent much time together
through water; I just wanted to dive in. downing the elixir of man and toasting on those oh-so-
I turned the block and saw the night collapse onto the earth sacred-herbs. He was with me then as I heard the sound of her
and the stars shatter. The moon pushed through the wild trees tears on the phone. My main impulse was to hang up and let
of the reemerging swamp and had cracked on her roof, but the her float off into the oblivion that was my haven of memories.
clouds remained perfectly intact. The water I had been walk- The people that pass by in life never existed as substantial
ing through turned to blood and I wanted the quickest way thoughts except while they were there. Once they made their
out. I could see the police lights spinning around outside the exit I knew them as much as I knew the girl at the McDonald’s
house. There were tears coming from outside the police drawn drive-through. That was what she became.
line that flowed down the street. I began to run toward the Those cries for help echoed in my head as she let them out
cars and over to her brother. Almost everyone I knew was out- and the only thought I had was, “Look who was right.” But
side of the house, some of them crying, some of them lifeless, still I sat in silence and waited for the words, “I guess I’ll let you
and the rest were frozen with the orange burn of cigarettes go.” There is no caring for long. All I can see is that even in
lighting up the apathy on their faces. Her brother looked at me my hatred I became weak through understanding. I heard talk
and shook his head. For some reason I still couldn’t believe of a machine. I heard talk of the way the swamps grow around
him. here.
The front door swung open and two paramedics exited When does innocence fade?
with a stretcher that carried a black bag. The police carried a When does reality strike with a fierce kick to the nuts?
rope. She was put inside the bag instantly because there was What happens if they blend together?
no reason to attempt resuscitation. They carried the bag out We rarely spoke at first. She would reach out to me and I
of the house to be dumped off as soon as possible. All the would do what it is that I do best, fade into the shadows. My
paramedics had to do was tie it up and bring it to the curb. At natural attitude became the barrier that needed to be broken
that point Heaven began to cry out, the clouds imploded, and through. Natural wants of my own pushed thoughts into my
the earth cracked. head of answering her reaches, but doubt rose quickly and old
The last time I spoke to her seemed useless, but like many scars infect with haste. Life continued on in that manner for
useless things it was monumental. It all marked an end. I just me and I remained content in my solitude. But her persona
wanted to scream at her. I wanted to let out everything stuck pushed her further, the title acquaintance no longer satisfied
in the back of my mind and stick it to her skin. I wanted to say and that was when I felt the grip on my arm and heard the
Stories
15
I
t’s a Sunday in the “Lemme be it first,” Kouz jumps,
summer when the boys his voice ringing off the granite
run the campus. July around them.
drips all around, sun “Sure.”
laughing off the windows. “Ok, man.”
Their bodies sway in the “Start it up.”
shadows of Old Chem, eyes dropping Kouz walks over to a pillar ex-
Bright red berries adorn the shrubs.
from the future. Twelve year-olds aren’t tending down from the monstrous build-
Kouz likes the berries and wonders
so fettered. ing, coyly shielding his eyes. To earn the
whether he can eat them. Clouds of con-
Camp in the town doesn’t exist, or complete trust of his friends he presses
flict, borne out of hunger and the vague
isn’t good enough, so the four, led by his head to the pillar. No one is quite as
remembrance of a science teacher’s warn-
Kouz, are past the gates and on the cam- home as Kouz in the self-induced dark-
ing, drive him from the berries. The first
pus. Suburbia whispers over the trimmed ness. It brings him to a cosmic center he
surprise comes. Martin is not there. Kouz
lawns and waxed fenders and unfilled can’t yet put into words but compre-
gazes at the path uphill and figures bois-
mailboxes, desperate feet shuffling hends intrinsically. He begins to count.
terous Martin probably stumbled up
through air-conditioned malaise, leaving “One miss-uh-sippi, two miss-uh-sippi,
there. In his mind he can see the shadows
newspapers and fulfillment on the steps, three miss-uh-sippi….” The numbers,
of his friends flittering away, frightened
untapped. Kouz and the boys aren’t in forever drifting upward, lull him, soothe
moths unwilling to be found and tagged.
that world yet. They’re the same age in him, and soak with his memories. At sev-
Kouz will shine the light on them all.
the same town and still think people enteen, he returns to his tenth birthday
There’s no other way.
choose to repaint the water tower or party when mom drove him and his
Once at the top, he is out of the shad-
drive the garbage truck in the morning. friends to the city for laser tag. At
ows of Old Chem and onto what the stu-
“All right, so the game’s hide-and- twenty-six, he’s smacking a game-win-
dents call the academic mall. It’s just
seek tag. Sound good?” Kouz says, the ning double against the green team. At
another place for Kouz. Light bursts
blades of grass bending reverentially forty-eight, he’s walking Sara home from
from the west, glittering like burning
under his sneakers. Most would say he’s school, her budding breasts and silver
snow on the library and glass-encased ac-
an unlikely leader. Middling grades, gap smile sweetening his heartbeat and
tivities center. Kouz shrugs away the
teeth, and unruly brown hair sagging like warming his chest, a red sun romping
storm. He knows Nikita likes hiding in
old fauna in front of his eyes tell the ob- over the horizon. At ninety-six, spots of
the alcoves near the brown leafy library.
server he’s not likely to turn any heads at purple and gold break through the dark-
Martin is there with him. Graceless peo-
the fall dance. He isn’t the fastest of the ness like hungry stars, reminding him it’s
ple need others.
boys either and in a year or so won’t be almost time to peek. At one hundred, the
When the alcoves are empty, some-
the strongest, once Martin has his chase begins.
thing screams. No one outside does the
growth spurt. Courageous? No, Kouz On Kouz’s right is a strip of shrub-
screaming because no one is around and
isn’t especially daring, cunning, or brave. bery sloping down to the cement. He re-
Kouz doesn’t hear it in his ears. It is not
Like most entities in the world, he is a members Martin’s propensity for hiding
a frightful scream either because there is
product of circumstance, wafting into his in the bush. Gangly and loud, Martin is
nothing to be afraid of. Simply, there is
role like a stray leaf. The other boys have always the one they find first. Martin,
nothing. Yet inside of him the scream re-
accepted where he’s settled and where though bound to outgrow his pals, is still
verberated through every channel, every
they’ve settled. Trees don’t question why a being destined to live without grace.
pulse, flashing his eyes wide open. Kouz
their roots reach down certain cracks Any subtlety only an illusion, as fleeting
runs his fingers along the brick as if his
and not others. Kouz, Martin, Nikita, as the next crack of a branch underfoot.
touch will unveil the boys. He could pull
and Hal mull nothing, letting the cur- Kouz approaches the shrubs, ready for
the cloak from the world and show the
rents wash their backs of knowledge and the black flicker of human movement to
nakedness underneath. Cold skin quiver-
sin. become visible. Things like these are al-
ing in his gaze, discovered by the
“Should we do a 50 count or 100 ways easy. He can’t understand why
almighty Kouz. He could do these things,
count?” Martin asks, adjusting his askew older people have so much trouble
in the way all schoolyard dares can be
Yankees cap. searching for things. Pots, pans, plates,
performed with enough gumption.
“100. We’ll make it good,” says Hal. careers, loves…it’s all there for Kouz, al-
Whether he knows it or not, Kouz has
“Yeah,” agrees Nikita. ways.
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I
see you. The clock blinks 3 AM, pale blue, worry that this some sort of psycho-babble- the magic
incessant, relentless. I see you little girl. 3 AM marker tiger stripe drawn in lieu of the slice. It is not. Drop
and this hour is a friend. This hour for an in- your defenses. Write.
somniac is the hour of mania. There’s so much 7 am and you do not sleep. Nothing happens. The
to do and no time to waste. No point in shut- world still revolves and the sky still changes. You simply
ting your eyes. You don’t fight it anymore. You have more time. Clutch at ideas and words in secret at this
go through your clothes instead. Try on knit skullies and hour-become an addict-surrender to your habit. Sometimes
leg warmers-spin around in the mirror. Try on new char- these ideas will be brilliant, sometimes not at all, but if you
acters. Strew them on the floor. You Read. You read Hem- sleep might lose them forever to the abyss of a daybreak
ingway. You read Sexton. You read the pamphlet on your mind. Sleep with your pens. Snap up, up, up with ideas. Re-
sleeping roommate’s desk. You read Plath. You devour play the movie of your life. The short yet crazy, messed up,
them. You pick up Plath again and read more. She gets you. phenomenal movie of your life and wonder how you ever
You realize you may just be depressed and now you are a lived without the scribbling of words. Marvel that tomor-
cliché. You throw this book in a pile of crumpled wrappers row night you could very well be not sleeping someplace
and remember you need to clean. Forget it little one. It’s else. You have heard that gravity ruins everything-but
late. Leave the wrappers. Lie back down and stare at the you’re not tethered to your sheets tonight. You are in a bed
ceiling. Back to the clock. It’s pale blue light is blinding. where nothing holds you-deliberately twisted sinew and
I see you. 5 AM and the desire to sleep, to rest at all, has skin, knotted and panting, less fragile than you believe.
become elusive. There is a desperation, an urgency about Think of this and know that soon, my girl, you will
you. You can not be still as it comes in waves-the desire to laugh. You will laugh at the times that you believed this
run into the night with your arms held high, to dance with was all so big and you would never survive. Know that you
cold sweat pooling between your shoulder blades. It is will not always feel like a stranger in someone else’s bed,
overwhelming how much there is of you little girl. You will keeping one eye open, guarding the night. All you need
never be able to do all the things you want to accomplish, tonight is everything and soon you will ask yourself why
or learn enough skills or enough languages or help enough you were ever afraid of this. Take it all in sweetheart. Ex-
or understand it all. I see you with your white rabbit, can’t perience it all-the good, the ugly, the new skin, pleasure like
wait, tick, tick, tick urgency in everything you do. The girls sugar melted on metal spoons.
outside your window giggle. You follow the click, click, slur I see you there. You do not cry. Your words spill like
of their heels down the hall and up the sticky stairs in tan- tears on the page instead in the middle of the night. You
dem. You will not be one of them. 5 am and morning light often wake to inexplicable sobs, wet on the page, salty from
is threatening to appear. your pen. I see your words freeing themselves and landing
Pick up the pen you keep in your bed. Flip to a brand in puddles of verb, of ink, of chicken scratch. Sway in the
new page. Put pen to paper and put your dizzy thoughts to cradle of language tonight. Rock, rest, lull in the arms of
words. Write little one. Write. Thank God for the ability to word. Sob, sway, drift. Now sleep, little one. Sleep.
form sentences that flow out of you and onto something
clean. Thank him or her or the big tree outside your
cracked window for the blessing of insomnia. For tap, tap,
tapping nights. Pen to paper nights. Alive, alive, singing
nights-brilliant ballpoint songs sung in the soft glow of a
digital clock. Write, for this is the greatest relief. It brings
bright red to the surface, spills it on your paper. You may
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I
n high school we of Sam Adams and
stock up on six packs and I’m basking in warm
head into the woods, stupidity. Nick’s not
since that’s where the cliff far behind me.
is. Up a couple hundred You’re much more
yards, a decent slope for of a heavyweight
people who aren’t in than that, and it al-
great shape, but we are in great shape, all ways takes you
Wendy’s and Dr. Pepper and stale joints nearly twice as
and shared beers we found on couches in much as me to feel
the dark. anything. But light-
Nick takes pictures of us, too old weights have more
in our own heads to be sophomores, pos- fun and I’m feeling
ing, standing at the ledge looking at New the slow destruction
York City and it’s a pretty clear day, of my frontal lobe
though it could’ve been clearer, and we hum, warm and fat
look through the late afternoon and see and silly inside my
in our heads the dudes from the night be- skull.
fore standing around street corners try- There are
ing to get us to visit comedy clubs and bigger parties here
hassling us for walking through vacation pretty often, but
photos they’re taking for beautiful girls they always get bro-
visiting from the Midwest. ken up because the
We’ve told off some dude who popular guys at
tried to sell us his demo and then laughed school can’t get it
at tourists falling victim to those guys, through their heads
just doing their job after all, but still that you’ve got to be
fucking annoying. We’ve spoken in code quiet, quiet, subtlety
regarding just what it is we’d do to the is everything, that’s
girls in boots and leggings and too big why you can’t get I
sunglasses and sneered in contempt at away with anything else, the neighbors bully Matt into playing music he hasn’t
their boyfriends, dressed just like us in hear and then it’s over. So we keep it really listened to before. Chris makes
too tight skateboarding jeans and flannel small, a dozen at most, and just you and himself learn some bass guitar and Nick
shirts and too big sunglasses. me when we need it. Those kids could comes to every show with his camera,
Then, once we’d had our fill of never appreciate being wasted on a later using the resulting photos in his art
untouchable glamour, we’d bought our school night anyway. school portfolio.
train tickets, three dollars and a quarter, The revolving door of girlfriends Though we’ve headed off to
and sat for fifteen minutes to arrive in Se- is around, too, usually lasting long school in two different directions, the
caucus to walk around the big empty enough to come around once or twice— band stays together, especially in summer,
commuter station that looked a little like Jen who doesn’t like me that much is and the kids around seem to like us,
Ellis Island, all high ceilings and geomet- around for three fucking years of high though that’s as far as it goes. The girls
ric shapes and polished floors, and al- school, all the while trying to get you to we bring from college come with us and
most as many languages spoken in the stop hanging out with me—before they silently question whether or not we think
same room. find what they were really looking for, we’re going to do this without a day job.
We’d gotten home late and in the athletes or valedictorians, and head off I’m awkward in person but on stage I am
middle of the next afternoon we’d gotten to school in one of the five boroughs. We the picture of front man, dashing back
our drinks and begun walking, and here stay behind, state school guys that we’re and forth from sharing the mic with the
we are. It’s not ours, this place, a few destined to be, and eventually become bassist in order to jump on the monitors
hundred feet up in a space well worn by those public college guys, running home in time for the chorus. We finish each en-
stargazers and guys trying to get laid and every month or so to get back to the cliff core like we’ve done since we were four-
people who want something to look at with a more serious kind of girl that’s teen at our very first battle of the bands,
while they get stoned: improvised fire eager to meet parents, to start working where everybody gets together after the
rings dotting the clearing, the rocky edge on new lives where they’re not the girl last chord and you throw your sticks into
covered with a fating fraternity logo, who used to be fat or the town slut any- the crowd.
generations of beer cans encrusted into more. You save me from getting my ass
the soil. We like The Misfits (those guys kicked a few times when Matt and Chris
There are no rocks worth throw- especially, since they grew up just a town have already gone home. I keep failing to
ing left; they’re all at the bottom thanks or two over from here) and Stiff Little back down when the situation calls for
to years of trying to find out just how far Fingers and The Clash and The Queers it, and while sometimes my badgering
down it is. And whenever you do find a and even a little bit of Green Day’s earlier pays off and the guy either fucks off or
worthy projectile, as soon as it hits the stuff, so that’s what we play. You keep pays up there’s been a time or two where
bottom of the cliff, there’s either the the time to the snot nosed lyrics that I you strolled into the July night to find me
chock of wood or ping of glass and you spit out in bars and bowling alleys. We’ve in close contact with the pavement out-
know you’ve discovered yet another known each other longer than either can side the bar. It will be another five or six
piece of garbage dumped down the remember (though in reality it’s been years before I figure out how far you can
mountainside by some enterprising visi- since about fifth grade) so it’s only natu- go without getting into a physical alter-
tor. ral when at fourteen I meet Matt, who’s cation, at which point it will be useless
Didn’t start drinking up here had the rare advantage of private lessons, since I’ll be too old for that behavior.
until high school. Two thirds of a sixer you’re the one I ask to play drums once You and I are the only ones this
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I
success: not very famous, but a dedicated cancer, it’s me who thinks to head out staring east toward the city from the cliff.
fan base, a contract, and a paycheck. there. Without telling anyone and with
K
nowing that today he anymore.” He yelled with blood
would finally receive the spurting out of his mouth. His
promotion he had fought blood thirsty stare then swiftly
so hard for, he sipped his went from the broken window to
morning coffee eagerly. the door where it didn’t leave its
“Yes Dave, today is the day,” he calmly target for four full seconds.
said to himself as he comfortably sat in He then proceeded to
his favorite chair. “Today is the day I be- charge the door – missed it by a
come manager of the Post-it factory.” He couple meters – and had thus left
ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich his house through the solid wall.
delightfully with a smile on his face. “Ah, He ran and ran until he was on
the taste of success.” It was a nice change the highway racing the other cars.
to finally get to have real jelly and “Who is that?” they asked. “Why
peanuts for his sandwich because now he is he wearing a pillowcase instead
could actually afford it. Life was finally of pants?” they continued. Start-
the utopia that Dave had yearned for. ing to get bored of racing at 80
Dave suspiciously eyed an enve- miles per hour with the cars,
lope with ‘URGENT’ written on it with Dave did a barrel roll mid-air and
large red letters on the far side of the crashed through the window of a
table. He wondered if he should open it Toyota Corola with the force of a
now or later. “Hey, why not? Nothing thousand little babies. “Hi” he
can ruin the greatest day of my life,” he blurted out to the shocked driver. him. “There’s nowhere you can go!” But
said innocently as he reached over fresh Dave hadn’t been brought up as someone
crumbs of bread. He grabbed his jelly- “What are you doing here!?” the man who gave up, and so entered a battle
soaked knife, opened the envelope and cried out in astonishment. “I came here stance in light of these threats. “PEW
started reading. It was a letter from his to chew some bubblegum and kick ass,” PEW PEW!” he burst out while at the
doctor about his recent examination: Dave told the frightened creature. “And same time having his hands take the
“We are sorry to inform you that… di- I’m all out of gum.” He then kicked the shape of two Berettas as he began travel-
agnosis … delirious mind… mental fre- man out of his own car, took control of ing sideways across the wall firing them
quency of your brain’s…and therefore it and then decided that he wasn’t such a with each step. “I’ve been hit!” one man
you are conclusively a schizophrenic.” big fan of the color white. “BRHSAA- yelled in agony. “We need reinforce-
*Snap* JSJK!” he uttered as the car went over a ments!” they all pleaded into their ra-
He dropped the letter and stared speed bump, gaining several seconds of dios.
off into the distance, perhaps into a land air time before safely landing upon the
of rainbows, unicorns and where bottled nicely padded spine of a poodle with a A massive gun battle then developed be-
water doesn’t have the outrageous price pink bow-tie and the like. tween our dear Dave and the confused
of 1 dollar. The fragrance of sweet ener- SWAT members as innocent plants, shiny
gizing coffee was gone, the essence of Dave didn’t know it, but he was subcon- lava lamps, and family portraits were
peanuts and jelly perished from his taste sciously making his way to the place caught in the deadly crossfire. Dave
buds and a new dystopia had been where it all started: the doctor’s office. knew he couldn’t last against the army of
founded in his consciousness. Everything He would have realized this fact much SWAT members, so he bent his knees,
that had been was no more: blue was sooner hadn’t he been busy enjoying the jumped up and grabbed hold of one of
now pillow, and stapler was now river. sounds of knees snapping sickeningly the helicopters firing its large mini-guns
He attempted to take a sip from against the bumper. “There we go,” he at him. “He’s too fat!” the pilot said be-
his coffee, but failed as he hit his fore- told himself happily. “White car is now wildered by the fat man pulling his heli-
head instead, thus spilling the boiling hot red, like a banana, a penguin, and toma- copter. “We’re going down!”
contents over himself. Yet the excruciat- toes bought at Costco it is now!” The
ing pain did not stir his broken soul as fact that none of these objects are red “Weeeeeee!” Dave was yelling as he and
he just sat there plotting demented ways further proved the point of his insanity. the helicopter were flying full speed into
of getting back at the world. He stood up Dr. Steinman’s office. “BANG” Dave
with coffee going down like a waterfall “BANG! BANG! BANG!” he roared as yelled as he rolled inside the large office
from his twitchy face and proclaimed his he crushed as many cubicles as he could of Dr. Steinman himself and came face to
thoughts to his frightened cat by looking while making his way through the lower face with one of the creatures humanity
straight into its soul and yelling, “So you levels of the office building in which he fears the most: the receptionist. “Do you
think I’m crazy don’t you? After all these received his examination. “Oh my god! have an appointment?” she calmly asked,
years of feeding you, oh you grow up so It’s a car!” the sheep yelled. “He’s going trying to avoid staring directly at the
quick Mr. Fluffybuns, like a rose your for Dr. Steinman!” they warned each burning helicopter a couple of centime-
thorns sting me!” other. Crashing into a pillar, Dave ters away from her face.
Picking the cat up, taking a bite jumped out of his newly colored Corola
from it, and launching it out of the win- and was confronted with a whole squad “I need to see Steinman now!” Dave
dow, he happily ridded himself of the of fully clad SWAT members. yelled while brandishing his newly cre-
traitorous feline. “Be gone with you ated weapon made by gluing together
demon spawn! For I have no use of you “You’re under arrest Dave!” they warned random debris from the helicopter and
various office supplies he had snatched
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HAYWIRE - CONTINUED
up during the previous gunfight. “I’m tered the office and found Steinman. table as gracefully as an intoxicated
sorry, but you need to wai–Oh, he’s swan and penetrated Steinman’s torso
ready to take you right now.” She said “Ah, the one and only Dave, how nice to with two large beams of red light ema-
nervously, mostly due to the pilot’s con- finally meet you.” He cynically said to nating from his eyes. Steinman then ex-
stant screams of distress and the added Dave. “But it appears that you are too ploded into a rainbow of candy that
effect of Dave’s increasing twitchiness as late as I already have your dear princess engulfed the entire world in sugary hap-
each second passed by. as my hostage!” piness.
Dave was now finally at his goal as sug- Steinman then proceeded to pet a British It was wicked awesome.
ary cupcakes and talking copies of “Mer- Shorthair with two tenths of its body bit-
riam-Webster’s Dictionary” were urging ten off. “You shall pay for what you have
him to go on forward using large words done!” Dave said franticly. “Prepare to
that he’d never heard of before. He en- die!” Dave then jumped onto the coffee
D
on’t follow that girl
if ya know what’s good
for ya,” the bartender
growled to me from be-
hind the counter. He was
talkin’ ‘bout the sexy
brunette who had just walked in. She had
laced-up black boots, long dark hair and
a body a man would kill for just to get it
into bed. Every man in the bar had to lift
his jaw off the ground. In the middle of
nowhere you certainly don’t expect to see
a woman like that wander in.
She gave a quick sweep of the room
with her eyes half closed and her mouth
half open. It seemed she was the kind of
girl that was always ready. She caught
me starin’, pursed her lips together and I took a glance around and didn’t no- the toolbox, but when I hunched over for
smiled. She took her time gettin’ to the tice her under the hood until I heard her it, I stiffened up right quick. I followed
bar itself, making sure to swing her hips cursin’. the length of her body all the way up,
back and forth, and then was careful to “Shit! C’mon baby. Don’t do this to scannin’ carefully over each of her
lean seductively over as she asked for a me. I know you don’t wanna do this to curves. When I finally reached the top,
screwdriver and a wrench. me.” her eyes had locked with mine.
The bartender reached for the orange “Can, can I, uh, help you with any- “See somethin’ you like, cowboy?”
juice first and then gave her a sideways thin’, miss?” I asked her tentatively. I think I felt an asthma attack com-
glance. “Don’t know how to make a She turned her face up towards me, ing on, and I don’t even know what that
wrench, hun.” her eyes peekin’ out from over the bare is.
“You don’t need to know how to arm that held up her top. She put the “I, uh, no. I was just, uh, well —-”
make one, sweetheart, I just need you to wrench down and stood up straight. She As I tripped over my own words, and
get me one is all.” clapped her hands together and smiled at consequently, over my own feet, I noticed
He looked at her, her mouth half me, lips closed. her glide to the driver’s side door.
open again, and he placed the drink on “Well aren’t you sweet?” she said to “Are you leavin’?” I asked desper-
the counter and reached underneath the me. Even after hearin’ her voice inside, I ately.
bar for his toolbox. still couldn’t believe how light it was. She turned to look at me, one slim leg
“Thank you,” she whispered. She How airy and dreamy she spoke, like an already on the gas pedal. “Well I sure
downed the drink like a shot of Jose and angel. “I think I got this one, baby, but can’t stay in one place for too long.”
wrapped her fingers slowly ‘round the thanks for the offer,” and she bent back “Why’s that? I mean, if you don’t
handle of the toolbox. She looked at me over her car’s engine, back first so her ass mind my askin’.”
from down the bar as I took a gulp of my stuck out. As if she needed to bend over I was an idiot. Why the hell would
beer, and I choked on it. She closed her to get my attention. she tell me, some pathetic, stutterin’
lips again and let a smile creep through, “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty stranger, anythin’? I shook my head like
then turned to leave. At the door she good with my hands.” She gave me a a scolded dog and started the list of
tossed her hair over her shoulder and her sideways stare, and I realized how per- names that described my stupidity.
gaze followed all the way back to me still verted I sounded. “Not like that I mean!” Moron, dope, Neanderthal, oaf,
tryin’ to wipe up the alcohol I spilled all Tryin’ to correct myself was stupid and whackjob, ding-dong, joker, idiot, clown,
over myself and the bar. She smiled she laughed politely at me. dum-dum …
again, and then walked out. “Really, baby. I got this. I’m the only “Would you like to come with me?”
It felt cold the second she left the who knows how to rev my engine the My jaw dropped as I gawked at the
room, and everyone returned to what right way.” siren in front of me. With her arms
they were doin’; the pool sharks went Damn, she was good. crossed over the car door and her chest
back to shootin’ their balls into the cor- And right. Soundly, her car purred framed by the open window, she smiled
ner pockets, the bluesman put his mouth and she was goin’ to be on her way soon. her quaint little smile, and waited for my
back on his harmonica, and the lonely “Were you, uh, gonna go back in and answer.
boys went back to explainin’ to their pay for your drink? Because you, uh, “Well, cowboy, what’d you say?”
wives and girlfriends why they weren’t don’t need to. I paid for it, so, I mean, My throat closed up, so all I could do
home yet. you’re fine.” was nod. I felt somethin’ cool drip off my
But not me. I couldn’t stop watchin’ It’s the way she looks back at you lip and I realized my tongue was hangin’
the door. I wanted her to come back. I that sends a shockwave through your out and I was droolin’. I quickly wiped
needed her, and I knew I’d be empty body, and you freeze up they way I do. my mouth clean with my sleeve and she
without her. I took a second to catch the But she just smiled, a sweet little smile. cocked her head back and laughed.
bartender starin’ me down. He eyed me “That’s very kind of you,” she said “Just get in,” she said.
as if to say It’s a mistake boy, don’t do it. pushin’ down the hood of her car. “Mind And I humbly obeyed. I knew it that
But it was useless. I laid a ten on the table bringin’ these tools back in for me?” second she owned me. She was my mis-
and walked out. “Uh, no. Not at all.” I stumbled for tress, and I didn’t even know her name.
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squinted real close to try and see what “Absolutely, sir. You got it. Thank ya
“Where are we? I’ve never been on she was seein’. There were a handful of so much, Sheriff Winchester.”
this road before,” I asked as I watched these shiny bright lights ahead of us, scat- He tipped his hat at me and I
my blonde hair blow back from under tered along the crossin’. watched him stroll back to his car and
my hat in the side mirror. “Well I’ll be damned! You really do stare at her. Not the way the guys at the
“Then I think you need to travel see ghosts!” bar stared. Or the way I stared. But the
more, cowboy. You ain’t seen near “Sorry to disappoint, cowboy, but way that makes you think he’s put a few
enough of the country.” those ain’t no ghosts.” She reached into old horses down before.
“I think you might be right,” I the backseat, slowin’ her motor down as They’re never gonna let her go.
laughed. she did, and tossed some rope into my Even when all the cars had left, I just
I saw a small piece of paper stickin’ lap. “Tie these ‘round your hands and sat in the Firebird. Sat and watched the
out of the glove compartment. I decided feet.” bridge for real ghosts, listened to the
there’d be no harm on openin’ it up. Her I looked at her like she was crazy. wind whip through the trees, and lost
bright eyes flicked across to the papers in “No questions,” she hissed, “Just do track of time in the ripples of the lake un-
my hands. it.” derneath me. Before I knew it the sun
“So your name’s Jessica, huh?” I was confused, but obedient was comin’ up again, and I remembered
“It is if you want it to be.” nonetheless. When we stopped it hit me the glow of her face, and how it rivaled
“Well, I mean, that’s what it says on that those weren’t ghosts, they were the sun’s. I finally pushed her keys into
the registration here.” headlights. And not just any headlights. her ignition and took off.
“Then I guess that’s my name.” Those were mounted onto the cars of the I was only a few miles from the state
I couldn’t be mad at her, but I was cu- sheriff and his men. line when I had to pull over.
rious as to how she got so good at A deputy strolled to the driver’s side There’s no such things as ghosts, you
avoidin’ my questions. door with his hands around his belt, like moron. I looked into her rearview mir-
“It don’t matter what my name is,” a man in charge. ror. It’s not the desert, so it can’t be a mi-
she started, “This Firebird is mine. Al- “We been lookin’ all over fer ya, rage, right?
ways has been, always will be. This car. miss,” he said, bending forward into the I stared into the sun in front of me,
Well this car here’s my life.” window. and it wasn’t nearly as bright as what
I stopped askin’ questions after that “I’m not sure what you mean, mistuh was comin’ up behind me. I pulled out
and just watched her drive. She barely …? her keys, and left her car. I watched her
even looked at the road. Her eyes were “Sheriff. Sheriff Winchester. And take her sweet time gettin’ to me. Her
always somewhere else. On the trees. On you’ve caused a helluva ruckus ‘round lips created a small oval that shut to-
other cars. Sometimes even on me. here. It’s time we get goin’.” He opened gether when we came together, and for
Sometimes, on parts of me. the door to the Firebird from the inside the first time since she captured me she
She never asked me any questions and picked her up with one hand. Her grinned so that her pearly whites shined.
neither. And I took it to be that was just compliance with authority was astound- She cocked her head back and laughed,
her way. Just lettin’ things be the way ing. “Get this one in the car boys! And and when she stopped directly in front of
they were. get this one outta here!” he called out, me, she was close enough that I could
It was gettin’ dark, and we were dri- noddin’ in my direction, feel her breathin’.
vin’ towards the sun as it set. Before I Two deputies came over and carried “May I drive, please?” she asked with
tipped my hat down over my eyes to me out of the passenger side. They untied a crooked smile.
block the rays (somethin’ she didn’t seem my ropes and I stared at her the whole “Was it even a question?”
to need to do) I saw a sign for West time. Her mouth dropped open slightly, I tossed her keys up and walked
County Crossing. and she looked disheartened. Then she around the front to the passenger side.
“West County? I’ve heard that bridge raised her eyebrows at me and I under- The keys fell into the cup of her hands
is haunted.” stood everythin’. and she swung them around one slender
“People have been known to see “Uh, ‘scuse me? Sheriff Winchester?” finger.
ghosts on that road,” she replied staring He locked her into the back of his car “Thank you, cowboy.”
down the sun and it sunk into the hori- and walked up to me. She revved the motor, and we were
zon. Her face was glowin’ in the rays of “What is it, son?” gone again. I wanted to ask her how
sunshine. “Well, ya see, this vehicle here is Winchester found her. I wanted to know
“Have you? Ever seen ghosts, I mine. The registration’s in my wife’s why they were after her in the first place.
mean.” name. Jessica. It was a gift. I was won- I wanted to know how the hell she es-
“Cowboy,” she started, turnin’ to drin’ if maybe I could have her back.” caped the jail.
look right at me for the first time. “I see Winchester eyed me suspiciously, But I couldn’t. And I never would. I
ghosts every night.” then took a glance back at the car. knew well enough that that was just her
She looked straight ahead, and never “This here’s yours?” way. And that, I knew, was never gonna
looked back until the sun was gone. “Yes, sir.” change.
When we got to West County she was He sighed indignantly. “Give him the
doin’ eighty instead of fifty-five. keys, boys. And take it easy son, you’ve
“Well, well,” she whispered, and I had a helluva trip.”
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J
ohn opened the package carefully, so as
not to tear as he pulled the cardboard flaps
apart. A quarter-inch thick jewel case, John turned in his bed quickly, darting glances around
shrink-wrapped instruction manual, war- the room. Sunlight beamed in through the windows, making
ranty card and paperback strategy guide fell visible the floating dust in the air. The fold-up alarm clock
on his lap. He propped the empty box on next to the bed said it was 11:43 in the morning. Fourteen
the desk against the gray computer tower. An artist’s render- hours had passed.
ing of a tall figure wrapped in a dark gray cloak was embossed The sky already seemed darker by the time he arrived at
against a woodland background, a short wave of blonde hair the Electro Hub. As he walked around the counter and signed
blowing slightly from inside the black void of the figure’s face. into the computer system, a tall man with short brown hair
Above her, embossed in silver gradient, was the title: slapped him on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” the man asked. His nametag read
Shadowworld ‘Eddie’.
“I don’t remember what I did last night.”
As he installed the program on his computer, John “We’re young guys, John, it happens. Are you going to
opened the strategy guide to its first page: focus or what?”
“Sure.”
Shadowworld John closed his eyes, keeping his hands loosely on the
From the Makers of World Lair* keyboard. He took a deep breath and looked at the monitor,
which had begun to beep rhythmically.
Are you ready for the experience of a life-
time? You must be, or you wouldn’t be reading Thank you for using our secure net-
this! The sensational online role playing game work interface!
World Lair was only the beginning. Now, you’re
ready to move on to the darker, more challeng- By now you probably have a lot of
ing underworld, the hush land, the plains of questions. You might be wondering
mum… Shadowworld. where you are, and how you got
Whereas before you could choose be- there. Please, don’t be afraid.
tween twelve character classes, in this world the You will soon be ready to begin
lines are grayer. That’s right- you create your your role-playing experience.
own class, and you make your own rules.
The first steps are tough and tedious, but Press any key to continue.
the rewards for patience, strategy and wisdom
in these crucial measures are innumerable. You Eddie had already begun a pre-inventory count. John
will begin an intensive character creation, where glanced around the store, as if somewhere a head would pop
you decide who and what you want to be. up and laugh at his expense. There was no one around. Cau-
Please choose “Character Setup” from the tiously, he hit the ENTER button.
main menu, once your program has been in-
stalled. You will be automatically linked to our Long ago, role-playing computer
network server (please make sure your computer games were text-based. A bot would
is web-ready!). process and respond to certain com-
Some features, such as X-FOV, online mands and requests, furthering the
chat and surround sound are dormant without story as you made decisions. You
the proper sound/video cards and/or the Shad- have chosen this as your introduc-
owworld Deluxe Headset. Please ensure each of tory interface. So far, only 3% of
these devices is working properly before game- registered users have selected
play. likewise. Other, more popular de-
signs include card-based, board-
John pulled the earpiece over his head and adjusted the and-dice-based, or single-player
tube-shaped microphone. In the main menu, he selected 3D. Your introductory interface
“Character Setup”. plays a big role in narrowing your
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characteristics. Choosing any of on the ground a few feet away. The pain gone, it was still a
the following commands will exit struggle to keep himself on all fours. After a minute he felt the
this interface and load the stan- strength he’d lost returning to him, and he crept to the nearest
dard 3D MMORPG design. item, which was a small, pink vanity mirror.
The Vanity Mirror. This is essential in the first stages of
What would you like to do? your quest. To see yourself, simply look. Other uses will be re-
vealed to you as you learn them.
1. Character Development John looked into the clear glass, which expanded into a
rippling pond. The man in the wavy reflection was him, but
2. View Map not him all the same. It was as if his mind was processing two
truths: John, the man that had lived, in a house with his fam-
3. View Stats ily, for over two decades, and John, the man who lived here, in
this deserted yellow terrain.
4. Buy/Sell The new John was stronger, more agile, and had a long
scar on the side of his face. His hair was a bit longer, his mus-
5. Trellow cles were noticeably larger, and his eyes were a shade brighter.
He was dressed in a blue tunic and brown slacks. On the
6. Return to Previous Screen ground next to him was a gray cloak with red silk lining.
He pulled the cloak over his head and fastened the neck
7. Help! with a brown brooch in the shape of a sparrow. One row of
items was reserved exclusively for weapons. He reached over
John typed “1”. the other two, more fascinated than frightened now. He was-
n’t sure if it was the new John’s influence that calmed him, but
he knew what he had to do.
The desert floor was an endless, cracked plane of golden He grabbed a long, silver sword with a coiled snake em-
solitude. No sand blew over the hard, yellow rock, and the blem wrapped around the hilt. Next he took a crossbow and
blue horizon seemed to stretch on to infinity, grazing but never a small dagger. Further down the row, a set of ninja stars and
touching the land below. a black mace gleamed at him. As he grasped the mace’s han-
John pivoted slowly, expecting to see an anomaly at dle, he found it was stuck in the ground.
some point, but every turning degree revealed the same empty, You can only carry three of this type of item. Please
lifeless landscape. choose carefully.
“Hello?” the echo in his voice both comforted and “I can handle the weight.” he contested.
frightened him. Please observe that weight is not an issue. You must in-
Thank you for selecting your character’s attributes. crease your maximum inventory slots before you are able to
Would you like to apply these changes? carry more than three weapon class items.
The voice was soft, female, and in his head. “Can I ask another question?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Please do. Your quest will begin shortly.
Would you like to apply your changes and continue? “Who are you?”
“Yes, continue, tell me what’s going on.” Who are you?
He fell to the ground, every nerve in his body scream- “Fair enough. Which way is out?”
ing in agonizing strain. The veins in his neck and wrists A gust of wind blew against his body, pricking his rub-
pumped wildly, stretching the skin as they beat beyond their bery skin with sand particles. In the ground, a small trench
confines. formed in the shape of an arrow. He followed.
Please wait. A few steps in, he felt he was crossing a threshold. The
Something hit his stomach and he vomited, covering the light grew darker, the ground became softer, and the air seemed
yellow rock with a red mash of partially digested food. He denser. Ahead of him, a grove of Sweet Chestnut trees began
could feel his muscles being torn at by giant claws, and in the to materialize. When he reached the edge of the grove he
next moment he was sure he’d gone blind. stopped, unable to move forward.
When the white light disappeared and the dry landscape A woman with long blonde hair stepped out from be-
returned, a number of assorted items, organized in rows, were hind one of the trees. She was dressed as a serf, her peasant’s
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clothing tattered and torn in many places from excessive wear. Eddie stuck a metal probe inside a black sneaker and
All but her face and hair were dirty. shook his head. “It’s not like it helps you.”
“No one is allowed to enter the grove.” she said. “Where the hell are we?”
“I’m just passing through.” “We’re looking for the Silver Medallion. What do you
“No, you are not. Only he who holds the Silver Medal- think?”
lion may enter the grove.” John followed the queue from the end- near the lobby-
“Why?” to the beginning- near the archway of the metal detector.
“Only he who holds the Silver Medallion may enter the “What happened to Shadowworld?”
grove.” “What the hell is that? If Jones sees you slacking off,
“I get that, but why?” we’re both in trouble.”
“Only he who holds-” “I’m being serious, here. Why isn’t this Shadowworld?
“Okay, I get it, shut up.” What the fuck is going on?”
“Only he who-” Eddie sighed. “You’re making these people late for their
Before he realized what he was doing, he’d pulled the flights, that’s what. Now do your fucking job.”
small dagger from its sheath. With a frightening combination “What are we looking for?”
of power and precision, he threw the knife forward. It whis- “Eh, the same as always. You’ll know it when you see
tled through the air and came to a halt with a sickening thud it.”
as it lodged itself between the woman’s eyes. She stood still A young girl stepped to the arch, red hair flowing
for a moment, eyes narrow and dull, unaware of what had hap- smoothly over her black blazer. She passed through the detec-
pened. She fell first to her knees, then forward into the grass. tor, accompanied by a chorus of alarms. She turned to face
him on the other side, and the sounds died away.
“What are you harboring?” John asked.
The audience erupted into a storm of whistles and ap- “Nothing.”
plause. John motioned behind him. “Back room. Let’s go.”
John gripped the armrests of the purple chair, drawing
in air as if for the first time. Next to him, a handsome man in
a black suit took hold of his right hand. She stood naked, covering whatever she could with her
“In your world, John, are there consequences?” arms, shivering in the cold. The room was made entirely of
John’s mouth was too dry to respond. He licked his lips gray concrete; it was the most hopeless place one could be.
nervously. John threw a pile of her clothes against the wall.
“What I mean is, for every action, is there a reaction?” “Where is it?”
John turned his head slowly, taking in the crowd. “Of- “I don’t have anything!”
of course.” he stammered. He grabbed her, nails digging into her flesh, sweat drip-
“Do bad things happen to good people?” ping from his forehead and rolling down the curve of her
“Y-yes. A lot.” breasts. “You do. I know you do.”
The man smiled so brightly the overhead lights reflected He felt along her body, teeth clenched in rage and an-
off his teeth. “When you dream at night, do you play football? ticipation. Just above her navel was a small lump, barely no-
Do you wield a sword, do you fight monsters, do you own a ticeable even from so close. “There it is.”
club? What happens to you when you close your eyes?” “Please, don’t.”
“I… I don’t know.” He hit her hard in the gut, but instead of a slap or a
“Yes you do. Yes you do!” thud he felt that his hand was sinking. His forearm was draped
The audience stood, not all at once but in drabs, until with innards, dripping blood on the floor. In the corner of the
they were a full ovation. They cupped their hands over their room the woman lay on a four-post bed, face illuminated by
mouths. “Yes you do! Yes you do! Yes you do!” the light of her cell phone.
“You’re all going away soon!” John shouted back. “Who is it?” asked the man laying next to her.
The host tightened his grip. “Why would you say that, “It’s John. I have to get back, you know how he gets.”
John?”
“Because this is the loading screen.”
He stood at the edge of the grove and stepped forward
slowly.
A white-haired man stood before him, his pale blue tie Have you brought the Silver Medallion?
loosened around the neck. “What did you say?” He held up the tangle of intestines in his hand. “Right
“Nothing. You’re good to go, sir.” here.”
Eddie nudged him in the waist. “I can’t believe you You may pass.
killed her. What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry?”
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John tore the microphone off and gasped for air. A thin, “I hope not.”
nervous-looking man stumbled into the room.
“Are you okay, Dr. Dobson?”
He shook his head. “It’s too real.” John stood in the bathroom, held up by his arms as he
“As per your instructions…” pushed down on the metal basin. He looked into the mirror
“No, not like that. It gets in your head. I can’t explain and saw a vast desert landscape. In the center, he- the large,
it.” muscular, battle-scarred him that he had come to accept as a
“Can you explain it to the board?” said another voice merged truth- held the jewel-encrusted sword high in the air.
from behind him. The dragon fell from the sky feet-first, aiming its massive talons
“I can try.” at his body. He rolled quickly under the beast, and with a
“They’ve already offered forty prisoners early parole strained thrust he wedged the sword into its leathery belly.
across three states. They can’t go back on those offers, but The dragon toppled over with a maniacal death cry. Its
they can’t go through with them, either. Do you understand wing folded and snapped under the weight of its body. The
the gravity of the situation?” John in the mirror turned and looked straight out to him, the
“It brought up feelings I didn’t know I had. It made John in the bathroom. The superior John beckoned him with
them real.” his vein-laced arm. The other climbed the basin, slacks wet
“Sounds like it was a success, Johnny.” against the stainless steel. The John with the sword motioned
John ran his hand along the table, hoping to reconnect with increasing direness.
with reality. Near the console was a color photo, glass glim- Would you like to continue from your last save point?
mering from the overhead lights. Within the silver frame he The doctor smiled. “Sure. Why not?”
stood smiling, arm around his wife, her red hair draped
smoothly over a black blazer.
W
e knew our days were numbered the right down. I will never forget in all my days as a journal-
night we met. I had been on campus late, and ist/model/scientist/mercenary the look of terror and dismay
stumbled through the hall of the Melville Li- that spread like Swine-Flu on Rudy’s ruddy visage. To think
brary in a trance. My eyes were grafted to my own corrupt and deranged quest for tom-foolery would
my dirty sneakers, watching the neon orange have claimed my friend’s life, or more accurately, broken his
check marks reach desperately for the glass-plated, vaulted ceil- collar bone. I shuddered. The security guard hustled over in a
ings. The night sky spread over me, a chilling, lifeless black. frantic stupor, to aid my bleeding friend.
The dim, fluorescent light that carelessly spilled and oozed This gave me the chance I needed. I leapt through the gate,
from the wall-mounted lamps bathed the few hardworking stu- sleek as a cheetah, fierce as an angry cheetah and invisible
dents who were left on campus. Lifting my eyes from my shoes against the night sky like a cheetah painted black or clad in
I turned the corner, shuffling, flustered, to the Music Library some sort of invisibility cloak. I made my way, loping like
when the ground beneath me gave way. some kind of mythical ape with the intelligence of sphinx wiz-
Flat on my back, I lay in a haze. I picked myself up and ard, bounding in great strides over the high-grade lawn, remi-
looked at the flyer that had caused my fall from grace. On a niscent of the type of southern plantation Kenny would have
bright pink piece of paper, the following words were printed in once surveyed during her time as a slave-wrangler. I felt the
a distinguished, black font: padding of the soft ,well-nurtured lawn, in the brisk October
On Thursday, the 22nd of January, 2009 at 8 PM, Madame air, fully aware of the inconsistencies of the text, and shed a
Shirley Strum Kenny will be holding a ball in her own honor, single tear for Rudy. Tonight he would eat burritos in paradise.
at her palatial mansion. Cocktails will be served. Invitation After hopping over the mile-wide moat, a breeding ground for
only. wicked cobras, pedophiliac gavials and depraved eels, I started
The concept of crashing the private party of the president to scale the tower.
of my university possessed a great allure. I would be avenged The Kenny Kastle , as SSK had it renamed, was equal parts
for the inconvenience and sore bottom her flyer had caused medieval fortress and North shore, dog-days abode. I crept
me. The musk of mischief had entered my nostrils. Its fragrant slyly, like an escaped convict with a doctorate or a fox with
scent perched on each and every thread of cilia that lined my the brain of a magical dolphin, into the nearest window. It was
olfactory walls. I gave my associate a call. then that my great intellect and reflexes skipped a beat. Ex-
Rudy and I took his BMW and arrived at the high, iron pecting the window to be no more than a few feet above the
gate of Stony Brook’s Presidential Manor just after 11. We floor, I carelessly tumbled over its ledge, not at all prepared for
stood, cloaked in hoodies, just left of the opening, staying out the eighteen story drop into the middle on the ball room. I
of the security guard’s sight. Rudy, having some military expe- crashed with a great resonance into a platter of SSK’s favorite
rience, had a strategy. dish: Turkey and Pork Pudding. Luckily, the thick and impen-
“J-man,” he said, pressing my hand firmly between his etrable olio of giblets, sausages and custard served as a pillow
sweaty palms, way too tenderly to be platonic, like a lover for my fall.
going off to war. “There aint no way we’re gettin’ in there... at
least…not…together.” He looked down solemnly, and mas- When I lifted my aquiline-nosed azure-eyed face out of the
saged his temples. I could tell, as his spectacles began to mist, pudding, revealing a masculine chin, accented with a profound,
that he was going to sacrifice himself for the sake of the mis- canyon of a cleft, all eyes were on me. Hugh Patterson, red
sion. with drink, and a woman on each arm, stopped dead in his
Rudy’s diversion was simple. As a car pulled down the me- tracks. Christiane Stidham, in the midst of the retelling of a
andering driveway of Kenny’s Gatsbyian estate, and the gates colorful and exciting story, paused, glowering in my direction.
opened to let them go on their way, Rudy would thrust himself Brad Reina wept in terror, clinging onto Helen Choi’s shin like
into the path of the car. It just so happened that within minutes a child. Peter Manning stepped down from the podium where-
the midnight Rolls Royce of Peter Winkler made its way down from he was just beginning to quote every Canto of Child
the asphalt Nile, and through the tunnel away from Kenny’s Harold for the next five hours as the keynote speaker of the
decadent domicile at sixty miles an hour and plowed Rudy event, and said in a frail, cracking voice, “Well Josh, you sure
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I
I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still I’m standing tall
I’ve seen a million faces an I’ve rocked them all!
“Wanted Dead Or Alive” Bon Jovi
I
t was another sunny headed off the erection that would have had been replaced with a stunningly cute
summer day in suburbia. made it impossible to get on. female in her mid-twenties. Her back-
Children were already at He unzipped the back and sat down, length blonde hair was the only hair on
the pool, adults were tak- first working his legs in until his feet her athletic body with only a hint of fat.
ing weeks off to go to re- were fully inside the feet of the suit. With Jake turned to Damian, “wow.” She
sorts, the moving men had been sweating that accomplished, he smoothed it over said, her voice hinting at a more mature
buckets the day before and in one house, his calves and stood up. With a great girl next door, the kind of voice that
a man held what at first glance might deal of careful pulling, smoothing and might have been doing cheers at high
have been a fur coat. tugging on the folds, he had the bodysuit school five years before. She covered her
“So, Jake,” Damian said, “I hope you over his thighs and around his waist. mouth reflexively and then dropped her
understand the plan.” Reaching inside, he pulled his penis back hand. She put a hand on her hip, smiled
Jake looked up from undoing his belt, and into the pocket in the crotch. He and said, “I think I’m starting to gain
“understand, yes. Agree? No. It’s the then began getting his left hand into that confidence in this plan.”
most harebrained scheme I’ve ever heard of the suit, and using his newly feminized Damian said, “then let’s get you
of.” He threw his shirt onto the couch. left to pull the suit’s arm over his right. dressed and made up. Then you can help
Damian held up a hand, “whoa. I Now the suit’s breasts were pulling me finish my own makeover.”
hope you don’t intend on changing right him down, and the arms and legs were “Right,” Damian said as he worked
here.” constricting his semi-mannish extremities on Jake’s face, “just enough to enhance
Jake shrugged, “why not? You’re into a thinner, more feminine shape. He your innocent expression.” After finish-
going to have to help me with it.” reached back to pull the zipper up, but ing, he gave Jake his clothes. Jake looked
Damian said, “yeah. After you’ve got couldn’t get it to move a centimeter. at Damian as he dressed and coughed, “I
most of it on.” Damian walked in, now sporting the note that you’re enjoying this.”
Jake replied, “oh yeah, like that’s digitigrade back legs, tail and black-and- Damian smiled, “I bet that if your lit-
going to be any better.” His pants joined white fur of a large husky. He smiled tle man weren’t stuck in that fetching set
his shirt. “I still say it’s a bloody stupid and wolf-whistled. Jake rolled his eyes, of female genitals, you’d be having a sim-
idea.” “get this zipper up, you pervert.” ilar reaction.”
Damian sighed, “look, we knew that Damian continued to grin, “yes, Jake looked in the mirror, swallowed
those operatives were going to move in. madame. Let all your breath out and at the sight of a girl putting on under-
That’s why we showed up six months hold your gut in.” He pulled the zipper, wear and didn’t reply immediately. “Is it
ago. The FLCL has been paying our bills struggling until it reached Jake’s upper necessary to wear a dress? I would have
since then and they want results fast. back, at which point the zipper slid eas- thought that this weather-”
There’s no telling how long they’ll be ily all the way up Jake’s neck. Damian cut her off, “it’s light enough.
here, and this was the best I could come Jake ran his hands down his sides, Just above the knee to show off those
up with. We can’t let them see us; there’s “man this is tight.” legs. Cut deep enough to suggest but not
no telling what kind of photographs the Damian replied, “it had better be. enough to demand. And the high heeled
IAS has. We can’t trust anyone else to do You’re not exactly curvy.” He circled sandals to lengthen the legs so that the
this for us. They’ll be on their guard for around and grinned again, “you are now, skirt doesn’t have to do all the work. I
a night raid, but they won’t expect us to though.” think it’s perfect.”
show up to the front door with a basket Jake picked up the mask that had Jake pointed at Damian. “I think
of fruit and a welcome card.” been under the suit and bent over, letting you’re a sissy.”
“There are a lot of ways this could go its long strawberry blonde hair hang “That would hurt a lot more if your
wrong.” down as he worked his head into it. He boobs didn’t jiggle when you do that.”
Damian walked out of the room, lined it up as best he could and smoothed Jake grumbled, “And I might take
“you couldn’t think of a better plan.” it out before tucking the bottom of the you more seriously if your tail didn’t wag
Jake sighed, “I wish I could have.” mask into the neck of the suit. all the time. I can’t wait to get on with
Jake took off the rest of his clothing He walked into the bedroom to check the mission. At least it’ll mean you’ll
and began to don his rather dubious dis- that he had everything on correctly. have to shut up.”
guise. He looked at the femskin version Damian followed, his tail wagging, and “Having second thoughts?”
five and though the full body female cos- watched with satisfaction as Jake started Jake picked up Damian’s front paws,
tume aroused him, thinking about how with surprise at his reflection. The suit “let’s get on with it.”
dangerously stupid its use would be had done its work as advertised. Jake Damian held up a hand, “wait. I
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want to get the head on first. It’ll be eas- the odds of anything more exciting than Jamie replied, “would you mind if I
ier.” He swung the husky head over his a neighborhood council violation was re- let Darryl roam around a little? It’s not
own, his vision restricted to what could mote. Her view was obscured by a giant good for him to lie around all the time.”
be seen out of the dog’s tear ducts. He basket, and as she watched, the basket Marie said, “I’d rather not. I just got
fiddled with the jaw until it moved with moved and a pretty young woman with a these carpets.”
his own, and tucked the fur into the rest large dog was revealed. Pretty enough Jamie smiled, “I understand.”
of the suit. “OK, now.” Jake jammed his and young enough to entice her husband, Marie thought she heard Jamie talk-
arms into the front legs of the husky, the no doubt. Hopefully he wouldn’t get ing as she got her water, and when she re-
paws themselves terminating the legs sev- home for awhile. turned, Darryl had his front paws on the
eral inches below Damian’s arms. Jake The young woman was obviously chair and his muzzle up against Jamie’s
secured them, smoothed the fur over the nothing more than another wagon in the face. Jamie smiled her cheerleader’s smile
seams and stepped back. Damian, now welcome caravan. Marie opened the again at Marie. “Darryl’s feeling frisky
looking like a husky walking on his back door. “Hi,” the girl - Marie found her- today. I was just telling him to sit.”
legs with his front out straight, bent over self unable to think of this blonde bimbo Darryl barked as if to corroborate
until his front paws rested on the ground. as a woman - said. “My name is Ja- and then sat on his haunches obediently.
He put some weight on them and began Jamie. Welcome to Highcrest.” Jamie scratched his ears, “who’s a good
to walk around, experimenting with his Marie took the basket and the hand boy, then?” She looked at Marie, “would
new posture. the girl offered next. “Marie. Would you you like to pet him? He doesn’t bite.”
As Damian tested sitting on his like to come in?” Marie gingerly ran her hand over the
haunches, Jake snuck behind him and Jamie smiled brightly, “I’d love to. I dog’s body. He tensed slightly, then re-
snapped a collar and leash to him. “OK, hope you don’t mind me bringing Dar- laxed under her petting. Marie smiled,
let’s go.” ryl. He hates it when I leave him at “he’s a nice dog.”
“I don’t need a leash.” home.” Jamie nodded, “thanks. I trained him
“You do if you want to avoid suspi- Marie found herself smiling at the myself.”
cion. I thought that’s why you bought it. girl’s perkiness despite herself. She was Marie sighed inwardly. The girl
I also don’t have to tell you not to talk obviously just trying to be friendly and seemed totally innocent, but now that
like this.” couldn’t help what she was. “No, it’s her internal alarms were raised, she’d
Damian growled a convincing doggy fine. He can come in too.” have to do something. The easiest thing
growl and Jake laughed. “Don’t give me As if he understood them, Darryl would be to let the Pig handle it. He al-
any trouble, young pup, or I’ll have you barked in a voice that was almost as ways said he knew a spy in bed, and it
spayed.” perky in its own way as the girl’s. Wel- seemed the least harmful way to do this.
Damian whimpered as best he could, come to the suburbs, indeed. Even the As she thought this, the door opened and
then stuck his nose up Jake’s skirt. giant dogs were cheerful all the time. the Pig entered. Marie forced herself to
“Hey!” Jake rapped Damian on the They made smalltalk, the girl seem- smile again and stood to embrace her
muzzle. “No peeking.” She opened the ing nice but not very smart. The dog had supposed husband. “Welcome home,
door. “As I recall, the dog leads.” started out sitting alert, but soon had its dear.” She said. “I was just talking to
*** head on its paws resting. Marie found this nice young lady who came to wel-
Marie looked out the window wist- herself suspicious of the girl. She sits come us to the neighborhood. Jamie, this
fully. While Greg was out working, she oddly, Marie thought, like she’s hiding is Larry. My husband.” She pretended
had to play the housewife in this boring something big in her vagina. And that to look at the clock and be startled, “oh
little burb. She almost hoped that FLCL dog looks a little weird too. I could dear. I have to go do errands. It was nice
operatives would trail her husband back swear I’ve never seen him blink. meeting you, Jamie. I hope we can talk
home so she could see a little action. Marie shook her head slightly. She more another day. I’ll probably be a cou-
He’d probably make her stay back so as was just being paranoid; a trait that was ple of hours.“ As she passed the Pig, she
“not to break cover.” Pig. As if she did- good in an agent, but bad in a suburban whispered, “code green, but check her
n’t know that he slept with half the spies housewife. The girl looked concerned, out anyway. Easy mark for you.”
he took in. The female half. “is there something wrong?” Larry smiled his panty-melting smile
The doorbell rang and she mustered Marie forced a smile, “no. Just feel- and bent to kiss Jamie on the hand,
her Betty Crocker demeanor. Just in ing a little lightheaded. I think I’ll get “charmed, my dear.”
case, she checked the peephole, though something to drink.” Pig.
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*** striction on his vision and that he didn’t IAS wanted him to do this was to tweak
Jake tried not to fidget in his chair as dare walk on two legs for fear of the FLCL’s nose. There wasn’t a thing
Larry kissed his hand. It had been bad offhanded discovery. Still, he wasn’t on they could do even if they knew about
enough sitting on his little man without the job long before he spotted the safe in the theft, and it meant taking two opera-
some bloke coming onto him. Damian the basement. He quietly locked the tives out of the field, maybe permanently.
hadn’t been happy with the way he’d door and sat down at the desk, looking Damian shoved the papers into one
been handling things so far, but he didn’t very odd with his front paws stuck out handpaw, securing it to his arm with his
think it was a good idea to make a move on the desk and his tail sticking out a gap free hand. He then put the dog’s head
yet. in the back. He struggled out of those back on and the other front paw as best
He’d been so concerned about where paws and then took of the head. He’d he could. He smoothed it out with the
this was going that he hadn’t noticed need full sight and both his hands to get dog’s muzzle and hoped that no one
Marie leave or Larry come back with the safe open. Before he began, he wiped would look too closely. Nor listen too
champagne until it had been pressed into his face with some napkins he’d grabbed much to the tiny rustle of the pages with
his hand. Larry gave him another smile in the costume’s mouth as he’d gone each step of his right front paw.
that taxed Jake’s willpower not to roll his through the kitchen. Being a husky was He trotted into the living room and
eyes at. “You’re a quiet one.” Larry said hot work. He listened to the clamor up- took a moment to savor the sight of his
in an overly smooth voice. stairs and decided that being a decoy was partner in the muscular arms of agent P.
Jake gave him another of those little- just as bad. It looked like things were heating up
girl smiles that this body was so good at, *** again, and he debated on whether to let
“I’m just a little overwhelmed. I didn’t “You have very smooth skin.” Larry things take their course. No; best to get
expect this much hospitality just because murmured, running his hand over going quickly. He barked once, the sig-
I was welcoming you to the neighbor- Jamie’s leg. nal that the mission was successful.
hood.” “Mmm.” She sighed. ***
Larry sipped his drink, “I value a Larry’s hand wandered up and began Jake was resigning himself to another
good neighbor a lot. I really do.” to play with her hair. “You’re a great round when Damian gave him the all
Boy was Damian on point with this girl.” clear. He took the man’s hand off of his
outfit. Jake thought. This guy will try Jamie smiled, “you’re a wonderful breast and smiled apologetically. “Sorry,
to get in the pants of any female he sees. man.” lover. That’s Darryl telling me we have
Jake pretended to sip his own drink Larry’s finger trailed up Jamie’s spine, to go. I don’t want him doing anything
while coyly looking at Larry under his stopping on an odd bump. Jamie tensed to your carpets.”
eyelashes. “I hope your intentions are and Larry said, “what, babe?” Agent P smiled back, “oh well. We
honorable. You’re a married man, after Jamie turned over, “sorry. I don’t like had plenty of good times anyway.” He
all.” to be touched there.” kissed Jake lingeringly and Jake recipro-
Larry got up and sat on the arm of Larry smiled, “don’t worry. One lit- cated. It hadn’t been hard to feign
Jake’s chair, “don’t worry about that, my tle mole on a body like this, and under arousal at first. The idea of making out
dear. Marie won’t mind what she does- your hair too. It just illustrates the per- with a man while he was dressed as a fe-
n’t know about.” He leaned over and fection of the rest of you.” To demon- male excited Jake. Still, by now it was
kissed her ear, “we have plenty of time.” strate, he began to run his hands over her all fake; agent P had proved to be physi-
*** entire body. cally impressive but a total bore other-
Damian saw his chance. While Larry Jamie snuggled into his chest, “thanks wise. He summoned up ardor by
was putting the moves on his partner, for understanding.” pretending P was someone else.
Damian quietly padded out of the room Larry put his arm around Jamie’s Getting up, Jake collected his under-
in search of the documents they’d been shoulders, “I should be thanking you.” things and began to put them on. Agent
sent to collect. He was concerned at first *** P stood behind him, making things diffi-
that Jake would blow it and he wouldn’t Damian heard the click and swung cult with his advances. Jake turned
have enough time to search properly. He the safe open. He went through each around, “come on, lover. You know I
started hearing noises from the living page inside carefully, making sure they have to do. Besides, your wife will be
room that suggested that he had all the weren’t a counterfeit. They weren’t; home soon.”
time he needed and that if Jake was these were the FLCL papers he was after. P sighed, “I guess, babe. Here, let me
blowing something, it wasn’t their cover. There was no photocopier not that it help you get dressed.”
His job was complicated by the re- mattered anyway. Half the reason the Jake was surprised to find Agent P ac-
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tually helping him along, and soon was here when we were robbed. And could so do you right now.”
enough he was clipping the lead to you’re the one who gave her the OK and Damian smiled and Jake grabbed his
Damian’s collar. He hoped that Agent P let her go.” She turned and muttered to crotch. Jake leaned over, blew into
didn’t notice that it was now on back- herself, “I hope I never get assigned to Damian’s ear and then whispered, “too
wards. Deciding to give P something to you again. And I hope I never see an- bad I’ve already filled my insertion quota
think about and possibly slow down his other husky or another cheerleader.” for the day. Next time I get to be the
discovery of their theft, Jake turned *** dog.” Jake got up and walked out of the
around at the door, flicked his hair and They returned by a path that mean- room with an exaggerated sway.
smiled invitingly. “I hope I get to see you dered as much as the way they’d come, Damian sighed and began to take the
again soon.” He said in his most seduc- Damian still playing the eager pup and dog suit off. It would need some alter-
tive voice. Agent P was obviously af- Jake the cute and perky twenty-some- ations and scent treatments. The next
fected. thing. As soon as Jake had locked the job included an older woman who took
*** door behind them, Damian pulled his in battered wives. Her main security pre-
“She didn’t feel like any spy I’ve ever front paws off along with his head and caution was a rather large male husky.
had.” The Pig protested. sank into a chair fanning himself. Damian loved killing two birds with one
Marie rolled her eyes, “this is your Jake took his clothes off more slowly. stone. He figured he wouldn’t tell Jake
ass on the line, Pig. That blonde bimbo Once he was down to nothing but the until he was already locked into the cos-
managed to get away with all our docu- suit, he made a face. “This suit is going tume. It wouldn’t do to have it come off
ments. You can explain how you failed to need a good scrubbing before it feels while Spike was playing.
to the FLCL.” clean. So will I.”
“Me?“ The Pig complained. “You’re Damian said, “you got the more un-
the one who gave me code green.” pleasant job, I admit.”
Marie smiled coldly, “and you’re the Jake summoned a smile and sashayed
one who insists that I leave the house over to Damian. Sitting in his lap, Jake
while you ‘work.’ You’re the one who said, “I love the feel of fur on my skin. I
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ear reader: for minutes on end. He had been watching to thank you. That’s the first time he’s got-
The events of this narra- the Leopard Cats, a particular favorite when ten up since the accident.”
tive are based on a true story he heard the shout. Sal smiled, his expression of course
which has been extrapolated He turned to see a young boy in a wheel- blocked by the similar grin of his suit’s head.
to a satisfying conclusion. chair, grinning and pointing at him excitedly. “You’re very welcome, madam.” He replied,
When I heard the story of the furry whose As Sal began walking towards him, the boy the jaw of his suit head moving with his
mere presence brought a child out of his rose, paling with the effort, but still stum- words. “It’s moments like these that make
wheelchair, I felt compelled to reward him in bling towards Sal with the same joyous look me do this.”
prose. on his face. Sal ran forward with his arms The woman stuck out her hand, “Nora
outstretched and knelt, the boy meeting him Brooks, you must be bloody hot in that
Chapter 1: in a tight hug. Sal’s black and white furred thing.”
An amazing recovery body nearly enveloping the child and even Sal offered his own, startled by the
through the fur of his suit he could feel the strength of her statement and her grip, “Sa -
Sal looked around, carefully taking in his boy shaking; whether with exertion or hap- Victor Falkner, sweating buckets and hardly
surroundings to make up for his lack of per- piness Sal wasn’t sure. minding.”
iferal vision. His wide blue eyes didn’t blink, As he let the boy go, he looked up The boy shifted his attention to the
but did move to always look directly at straight into the eyes of the woman who had woman, “mom, can the kitty join us?”
someone observing him. His white-tipped been pushing the wheelchair, probably the Nora looked down at her son, “now,
black tail swung gently as he turned, hearing boy’s mother. He rose and they helped the Mike, we don’t want to be rude. I’m sure
a shout behind him. boy back into his wheelchair. He held onto Mr. Falkner has plenty of other kids to hug
It had been a relatively quiet moment up Sal’s arm the entire time and never took his today.”
till then. The most recent knot of children eyes off of Sal’s. When he’d been situated, Sal said, “I think that I can walk with
had already moved on to another exhibit, Sal stepped back to let the boy and his you for a little while if you like. It’s gotten
running faster than Sal as he sedately paced mother pass. She seemed about to, but quiet around here anyway,” he knelt down
the enclosures, pausing to watch each animal stopped right next to him and said, “I ought in front of the chair and leaned in close to
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the little boy, “besides, I think that Mike’s the work better.” at the zoo and have known for only two
most recepetive audience I’ve had in a long Mike said, “cool! Can I put it on?” hours. I can imagine that would be a prob-
time.”Mike cheered, “yay.” Victor smiled, “well, if you clean your lem.”
Nora smiled maternally, “thank Mr. face off, sure.” Mike began vigorously wip- Nora sighed, “it is.”
Falkner.” ing his face with a napkin. “Just be careful, Victor replied, “my offer still stands,
Mike cried, “thanks, kitty!” and don’t be surprised if it’s a little smelly in however. If you want proof that I’m not a
Sal gave Mike a quick hug before there. Oh, and don’t let the hair trail on the homicidal maniac or some kind of kook, I’m
straightening up, “you’re welcome.” ground.” sure we can work something out.”
They toured the exhibits for hours, Mike Mike took the head very carefully and Nora nodded, “sounds good. I’m glad
talked brightly and constantly to Sal, who put it on with no difficulty as it was quite you understand my need for caution. I
replied occasionally, or told him some ani- large on his ten-year-old body. “Wow!” He couldn’t bear having anything more happen
mal lore he knew. Otherwise, Sal just exclaimed. “How does the mouth move?” to Mike.”
walked along, enjoying the look of happiness Victor replied, “you have to work the Victor said, “of course. What if both of
on the boy’s face and on his mother’s as she strap over your jaw. It might not work, since you came to see me weekends? I live in a
listened to his happy monologue. Sometimes you’re so small.” nearby suburb; I’ll give you the address.
they’d stop so that Sal could interact with While Mike took the head off and began Once you’re confident I’m an otherwise well
some of the other children, and when he trying to find a way to fit the jaw strap over balanced individual, we can make further
came back, Mike would look even happier his own smaller frame, Victor began to sip arrangements.”
than before. He obviously considered him- from the drink. “Well, Ms. Brooks, I’m sur- Nora took his card, “you’re awfully
self quite special for having Sal as his con- prised you haven’t asked the standard ques- gung-ho about all this.”
stant companion. tion: why do I do it?” Victor smiled, “let’s just say that I’ve met
They stopped at the food court around Nora shrugged, “I figured you’d been a lot of kids who want to pet the kitty, but
midafternoon and Nora said, “you must be asked that a lot, and besides, I can see a very very few who want to take him home.” He
extremely thirsty. I’ll buy you a giant drink.” excellent reason sitting right next to us.” gently took Sal’s head back from Mike and
Sal replied, “you don’t have to.” Victor looked over at Mike, who had put it on. “Next week?”
Nora looked down at Mike, “I think that given up and was now just stroking the fur Nora looked down at the card, hesitant
it’s the least I could do to repay you.” on his lap, “yeah, the kids make it really for the first time since Sal had met her,
Sal nodded, “if you want.” worthwhile. Still, that wasn’t the reason I “sure.” She said at last, “we’ll be there at
They sat down, Sal sitting close to the started. It began with curiosity; I was young, noon.”
edge of his seat to give his tail room. When after all. Then it turned to true interest, and
Nora returned, he swept his long white hair the more I got into the idea, the better it Chapter 2:
away from the cup and worked the straw up sounded. Eventually I got my first suit and Building Trust
his muzzle. Mike giggled as the ‘kitty’ drank. the feeling of the fur all over me, of seeing
Nora watched him take a long sip before that fuzzy face in the mirror, convinced me Victor made a final check to make
saying, “that’s an interesting character. Does that I had made the right choice. It’s expen- sure his house looked properly respectable.
he come from anywhere?” sive, but I’m well employed and no family as He’d run his Roomba and vacuumed with an
Sal replied, “thanks, and yes he does. of now. My expenses are few otherwise, and upright to make sure the living room was as
He’s based off of the main character of one I count saving for retirement in those ex- clean as possible. He’d even dusted the
of my favorite book series, the Chronotis penses. Everything has gone right since I got bookshelves, something he’d meant to do for
Cycle. Saliaven Chronotis, perhaps you’ve out of college, so it was no great sacrifice to ages anyway. Rolan, his black tom, watched
heard of him.” get into fursuiting seriously.” him from one of the shelves. Victor was
Nora shook her head, “I have, but I’ve Nora nodded, “sounds like you’ve done saved from further worry about the state of
never read any. I don’t read much fantasy.” well for yourself. I wish things had gone that his abode when the bell rang.
Sal said, “you ought to, it’s great.” He’d way for me. Husband dead, and now with He’d worried that Nora would change
had to lift the straw partway up in the cup to Mike’s medical bills to pay, I’m pretty well her mind over the last week, but there she
get it into his mouth, and now he was stuck broke half the time. I have to work nights was at almost precisely noon. Mike was in
with a quarter of the liquid left and no way now, but luckily I make more than I pay the front of her and when he saw Victor in a
to get to it. “Would you mind if I took my sitter. If Mike weren’t disabled, I wouldn’t shirt and slacks he groaned, “aww. I liked it
head off for awhile? Some people mind.” need one. He takes good care of himself.” better when he was a cat.”
Nora laughed, “of course not. I can’t She sighed, “if he weren’t disabled, I would- Nora sighed and smiled, “now now. Mr.
imagine its easy to drink in that.” n’t need the extra shift at work.” Falkner was very nice to invite us over.
Sal tugged on his neck fur and worked Victor looked over at Mike, “tell you Don’t be rude.”
his head off, “no,” Victor replied, “but I like what, Ms. Brooks. I really like you and “Sorry, Mr. Falkner.”
to keep in character as much as possible. It Mike. How about you have him come to my Victor smiled, “call be Victor, please.
makes me feel more like I am Saliaven.” place afternoons, and I’ll watch him for free. And if your mother decides I’m trustworthy,
He looked around for somewhere to put I could use the company.” maybe I can come over some time as Sali-
the fursuit head and Nora said, “you can Nora smiled, “much as I’d love to take aven.”
hang that on the chair if you want. I’m sure you up on that, I wouldn’t want to impose. “Yay!”
Mike wouldn’t mind sharing.” Besides-” Nora looked around, “you certainly
Victor said, “actually, if Mike wouldn’t Victor held up a paw, “you can hardly weren’t kidding about the disposable in-
mind having it in his lap, I think that would trust a man in a cat costume whom you met come.”
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Victor looked embarassed, “yeah. I was first evening with Mike trying to convince sibly for another six months, maybe even a
lucky. My family could afford to put me his busdriver that the large anthropomorphic year. It could have been a lot worse.”
through college as an engineer. After I got cat was in fact Mike’s designated caretaker. Victor nodded, “the way you talk, it
out, I was hired and promoted immediately. Mike was mildly disappointed when he could have been.”
I sometimes wonder what the company saw saw Victor in normal clothes again, but nod- Mike shook his head and smiled, “I
in me. I’m just happy I haven’t screwed up ded when Victor explained it to him. “But ought to be excited. I’m about to see some-
yet. Can I get you two something to drink?” we’ll be inside until mom gets here.” thing amazing.”
Nora wheeled Mike over to the couch Victor smiled, “that’s true.” Victor smiled back, “I wouldn’t call it
and said, “cokes?” “So we can do whatever we want.” ‘amazing.’ “
“Sure.” Victor shrugged, “within reason.” Mike leaned back, “let me judge that.
Nora sat down as Victor got the drinks Mike looked up, “kitty?” Oh.” He fished in the bookbag strapped to
and he could hear Mike admiring his televi- Victor looked down at him, “if you his chair and pulled out the cat ears. Putting
sion aloud. Now that he’d gotten this far, he want.” them on he said, “OK, now I’m ready.”
realized that he hadn’t actually expected “Yay!” Victor pulled down Saliaven’s box. “Do
things to go this well and was now stumped Victor wheeled Mike over next to the you mind if I change into something else be-
as to what to do next. He hoped that mat- couch and sat down next to him, “so, do you fore I change to Saliaven? What I’m wearing
ters would take their own course. want to see how I put Saliaven on?” isn’t exactly good for this.”
“Thanks,” Nora said as he handed her Mike looked at him with surprise, Mike said, “do whatever you need to. I
the glass. “I’m still not sure if I fully under- “sure.” He said eagerly. “I hadn’t thought of want to see this done properly.”
stand why you’re doing this.” that.” Victor, somewhat embarassed by Mike’s
Victor smiled as he sat down. He gave Victor smiled at him, “you really want to earnest attention, stepped into his closet and
Mike the remote and turned to Nora, “I like see?” disrobed quickly. He emerged wearing a
you and Mike, and I feel like I can really Mike nodded, “I want to know every- skintight unitard and tights. “It works better
make a difference to him. It feels like ages thing about everything. Of course I want to like this,” he explained.
since I did something nice for someone else see.” “The first part is the bodysuit, naturally.”
without expecting anything in return and I Victor replied, “curiosity is good. I’ll Victor pulled the black-and-white suit out of
want that warm fuzzy feeling again. If by bring him in here.” the box. “I have the tail attached on this one,
doing so I provide a similar warm fuzzy feel- Mike began to struggle out of his chair, so it’s pretty easy to put it on.” He pulled the
ing to Mike and some happiness and relief “I want to come with.” zipper down in back and stepped into the
to you, so much the better for all of us. Victor looked worried, “are you sure suit, pulling it up once both legs were in. He
Speaking of which,” he took a box from one you’re up to it?” then put his arms in and zipped it up in back.
of the shelves and handed it to Mike, “I Mike smiled and gestured down, “if your “So that’s already most of my body done.
made this for you.” entire home is carpeted, I don’t think I have The feet come next because they’re pretty
Mike opened it and immediately put on much to worry about.” easy.” He pulled the feet on and pulled the
the cat ears he found inside. “Neat!” As he rose, Victor said, “don’t you have legs of the suit over the overlapping sections
Victor continued, “like I said, I have very a cane?” of foot. “And then the head.”
little to do afternoons and evenenings. I may Mike looked at him, then slowly pulled “Why not put your gloves on first?”
as well spend them doing something good at his sleeve. Underneath, bone showed very Victor picked up one of the handpaws,
for somebody. Since I need only come home clearly through the skin. “The doctor said “take a feel of this paw. It simulates a feline
as I always do and then entertain Mike for a there’s less left of my arms than of my legs. I well enough that manipulation is tricky. See
few hours before you get off work, it seems do exercises, but they say I won’t be lifting how the fingers are thicker and harder to
hardly like I’m actually doing anything that anything heavier than a jar of peanut butter bend?”
I need to be payed for anyway.” for weeks. Your kitty mask was light enough Mike handed the glove back, “I get it.”
Nora shook her head, “I’m going to end that I could manage, but it was actually a Victor picked up Saliaven’s head, “right.
up accepting in the end anyway, so I may as challenge. I don’t think a cane would help As you know, my suit has a moveable jaw. I
well just give in now and save myself the me much. If you could bring my wheelchair also worked in some of my own electronic
time.” She reached out and shook Victor’s with and help me back in if it’s too much, components so that I can talk and hear more
hand, “you’re on. I just hope you don’t spoil that’ll do.” easily. All that is pretty much invisible from
Mike too much.” As they slowly made their way to Vic- the outside, but you can see it here on the in-
Victor looked over at Mike, who was tor’s fursuiting room, he said, “you seem a side.” Victor tipped the head so that the light
now splitting his attention between the tele- lot more mature than you did before?” caught the innards and Mike could see.
vision and feeling his ears every couple of Mike looked at him and shrugged with Mike nodded, “did you make this?”
seconds. “I don’t think that’s possible.” difficulty, “mom doesn’t like it when I talk Victor shook his head, “no. I’m not that
*** that way. She wants me to stay hopeful and talented. All I could do was upgrade it with
The next Monday, Victor spent part of happy all the time. I think the accident was what I knew how to do, electronics and me-
the afternoon after work preparing for worse for her. I’ll recover my strength in chanical parts. I’ve been working on a fully
Mike’s arrival. Nora had told him that Mike time, but I don’t think she’ll stop worrying cybernetic tail attachment, but that runs into
would be dropped off the schoolbus, but Vic- even if I do. I try not to be too glum myself, real money.”
tor would have to be there to meet him. Tak- but I think I ought to be at times.” As they Mike looked around, “you have real
ing that into account, Victor decided that it walked in, Victor helped him back into his money.”
would be less than ideal for him to spend his chair, “after all, I’m stuck in this thing. Pos- “Not several million, I don’t. Stuff like a
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cybernetic attachment doesn’t come with a that. Walking around is pretty tiring.” Mike added, “don’t give me too much of
price tag less than that. I’d need a labora- Mike proved to be almost as enthusiastic an incentive to stop recovering.”
tory and help and custom parts. I’d have to about competitive fighting games as Sal, Nora bent down and kissed him on the
prove that my work also benefited human though not quite as skilled. Playing using cheek, “if I say we can stay friends with Mr.
prosthetics, and what practical use is a tail? paws, however, was challenge enough to Sal Falkner after you’re well, is that enough?”
I tried working in tentacle attachments for that the difference wasn’t noticeable. They Mike said, “I’ll heal twice as fast!”
soldiers in the field, but no one is buying it. almost didn’t notice the doorbell and knock Victor laughed, “I’ll hold you to that.”
Anyway,” he continued on the suit, “I just when Nora arrived to pick Mike up. When
move the hair aside like this and sort of work she saw Sal, she gave him an odd smile, “I Chapter 3:
my head in.” His voice began to be muffled, hope you didn’t get Mike off the bus looking Learning More
“then I adjust the strap so I can move the jaw like that. I’d have to insist that they fire the
and flip this switch.” His voice began to driver.” The next week, Victor picked Mike up
sound clearer, “and then tuck all the flaps Mike shouted from his side of the room, from the bus and told him he had a present
into the neck.” He did so. “That leaves the “he looked fine, mom! He showed me how for him in the apartment. Mike pestered him
handpaws. One isn’t hard to get on, but the to put the kitty suit on.” for details, but Victor just smiled and told
second is annoying.” He put the first paw on Nora’s expression softened seeing Mike him to wait. Mike saw it immediately, and
and pulled the bodysuit’s arm over the seam. and she said to Sal, “I haven’t seen him so almost leaped out of his chair before he re-
The second handpaw went on with more happy since the accident, and it’s only the membered he was disabled, instead strug-
trouble. first day. Thank you.” gling out at a more sedate pace. Victor
Sal turned around, showing Mike the As Nora wheeled Mike out the door, he reached out to help him, but Mike waved
finished product, “there. Now, what do you turned in his seat, “I think we should work him away. “I can manage,” he whispered.
think-” He would have been knocked over something out for the next few times. There Mike reached the gift and slowly sank
by the force of the hug had Mike not been has to be a way to spend more time with into his new electric wheelchair. He looked
so weak. As it was, he kept his balance and you, Uncle Sal.” at Victor with surprise and joy. “It’s so soft!”
put his arms around Mike. Sal smiled, “with your mind working on Victor smiled, “I furred the seat and the
Mike had the side of his face up against it, I’m sure we will.” arms.”
Sal. “Yay! Kitty is back.” *** Mike rubbed his cheek against the head
Sal petted Mike’s head, “is this role play, That Friday, Nora found the door un- rest, “wow.”
or do you actually think I turn into a differ- locked and opened it after knocking and Victor said, “I’m glad you like it.”
ent person?” being invited in. The reason Victor hadn’t Mike looked up, “but why? I mean,
Mike returned to his chair, keeping one come to the door was that Sal and Mike thanks a lot; this is absolutely amazing, but
hand in Sal’s paw. “A little of both, Uncle were on the floor wrestling. “Well, Mr. why bother? I’ll be up in a few more weeks,
Sal. After all, life’s no fun if you don’t let Falkner,” Nora said, “you are full of sur- and there’s hardly any point in getting me
your imagination run away every so often.” prises. Am I going to find you like this such a brilliantly awesome gift. Not when
He looked up at Sal with a flash of that un- often?” I’ll stop needing it before the year is out.“
nerving perception Victor had noted before, As Sal helped Mike up and back to his Victor shrugged, “I didn’t like that you
“besides,” Mike said slyly, “I think you do. chair, he asked, “do you mean roughhousing were so dependent on others for mobility.
Change into a different person, that is. Don’t with Mike or being Saliaven?” Besides, you can always give it to someone
you feel different? Like an expectation of Nora smiled, “try both.” who’ll need it longer when you’re recovered.
how you ought to act is not there? Like you “Well,” Victor replied, taking off his I won’t mind. It’d be good to see it put to
can do anything? Isn’t there a desire to act head and putting it on the couch, “for the permanent use.”
like the character you appear to be?” first, Mike wanted to show me how much Mike turned his chair as Victor walked
Sal looked down at Mike, “I really need progress he’d been making in physical ther- by to go to the kitchen, “and why go to the
to get you a copy of the Chronotis Chronicle. apy. The carpet is soft, I’m pretty soft my- expense? I know we’re great friends and all,
You’d love it!” self, so he figured he wouldn’t come to any but we’ve only known each other a week.”
Mike laughed, “I do enjoy fantasy more harm by pitting his strength against mine. As Victor emerged with two glasses and
than my mom. I’ve actually read some of it to the suit, Mike really enjoys it when I wear handed one to Mike, “time, money and noth-
already. After all, do you really expect a ten- it, and I’m happy to find someone who likes ing to do, remember? I just want you to
year-old to just pull all that psychological me to wear it as much as I like wearing it.” know how serious I am about staying friends
stuff out of thin air?” Nora laughed as she turned Mike with you. Don’t worry about it. Hey! Want
As Sal wheeled Mike back into the living around. “I just hope you don’t turn my son to see a new suit? I know you like Saliaven
room he said, “at this point, I think I’ll be- weird.” a lot, but I think we can have a lot of fun
lieve a lot about you.” Mike snorted, “I was plenty weird al- with this one.”
Mike laughed, “now there’s a comple- ready, mom. Victor just makes it so I have a “Sure,” Mike said, about to get up.
ment! Thanks!” place to be weird without people giving me Victor put a hand gently on his shoulder,
Sal brought Mike over to the couch and odd looks.” “follow in the chair. Trust me, if we end up
sat down next to him. Mike reached out ten- Nora smiled, “if you’re enjoying yourself having as much fun with this as I think we
tatively towards Sal. and getting less teasing, then I’m content. will, you’ll be glad to have conserved your
Sal turned to Mike, “go ahead, it’s fine.” Well, Mr. Falkner, you’ve proved yourself a strength.”
Mike began to rub his shoulder and Sal said, good influence. I hope we can keep doing Mike followed, getting used to the con-
“so, what do you want to do? I’ve got a this until Mike is fully recovered.” trols of his new conveyance. He looked with
boatload of video games we could play.” Victor put a paw over her hand, “so do I, interest at what appeared to be a giant plush
Mike grinned, “I think I can manage Ms. Brooks.” cat that Victor was lifting out of one of the
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boxes. A giant striped Mau, to be precise. the hall with Mike laughing and cheering so Victor had given Nora a key for when he
“Wow, that looks really great.” loudly that he hadn’t heard the door open. and Mike were too engaged to answer the
Victor smiled as he pulled off his shirt. It She quickly realized what had to be happen- door, and she’d taken to entering with only a
had been Mike’s idea that he wear his un- ing, but still had to say, “is that you, Mr. short knock to announce herself. That
dersuit beneath his regular clothes. “That’s Falkner?” Thursday, she walked in to find Thrakmon
Thrakmon from the second trilogy. I’m re- The cat turned quickly but carefully to sitting on his haunches next to Mike, both
ally glad the author let me use his charac- face Nora. Mike laughed and said, “no, watching TV. Mike was absently stroking
ters.” mom. This is Thrakmon. He’s an Arctic Thrakmon down the back, and as she
“You’ve met him?” Tiger.” neared, he scratched the big cat on the side of
“Online only,” Victor replied, removing The aforementioned tiger sat on his his face and behind his ear.
his slacks, “I always wanted to see him in haunches and Mike slid off of him onto only Mike turned around in his chair and saw
person, but I’ve never been able to make the slightly quivering legs. The cat then stood his mother standing there. “Hi, mom.”
conventions he goes to.” He began to take on his hind legs and put his front ones out Nora swallowed, “hi. Victor?”
the Arctic Tiger suit apart and then started angled downward. Mike sighed and fiddled Thrakmon got up and Mike helped him
in on putting the main body on. “As you with one at what looked to be a joint. It get out of his front paws and head. “Hello,
might have noticed,” Victor said as he pulled loosened and came off, revealing a hand. Nora,” Victor replied.
the zipper up, “Thrakmon is built quite dif- Thus freed, Victor got the other front leg off Nora said, “could we talk a moment in
ferently from Saliaven. Saliaven is antro or and then the head, shaking his own and say- the kitchen?”
zoomorphic while Thrakmon was made to ing, “good evening, Ms. Brooks.” Victor shrugged, “sure.”
look more like the actual Arctic Tiger, in- Nora laughed, “good evening! I see that Nora led and when Victor arrived she
cluding the fact that he’s quadrupedal.” Vic- you haven’t run out of surprises yet.” said, “I’m uncomfortable with the idea of my
tor sat on the bed and pulled the footpaws “I thought this might be a fun thing to son petting you like that.”
on, smoothing the fur of the legs over the top do with Mike.” Victor nodded, “ah, yes. It might look a
of the feet. “That means that you’ll have to Nora watched Mike stagger back to Vic- little odd. It’s totally innocent if you think
help me with the front paws. As you can see, tor’s room, “yes, I can see it was a success. I about it, though. Mike is acting as if I was
they’re built to allow me to run around on didn’t know you wore multiple characters.” any other cat, and I admit that it feels good.
them, but that also means that I have no dex- Victor replied, “Thrakmon is harder to Besides, a hug is a lot closer than being
terity in them. I can get one on fine, but do because I need another person to help me scratched on the back through several layers
you’ll have to help me with the other.” He when I’m in him.” of fabric and fur.”
picked up the head and put that on. He then Nora said, “can I see one of the front Nora replied, “yes, but it’s still a little un-
put one arm into the top of the first front legs?” usual. I’m his mother, and I hope you un-
paw and with his other hand pulled the Victor handed it to her and she looked it derstand if it makes me nervous.”
sleeve of the bodysuit over it. Mike rolled over inside and out, “this must be quite Victor nodded, “of course, Nora. If it is
up and helped him get situated in the second strong. Mike isn’t that light.” your wish, I shall try to make sure he does-
front paw and pulled the sleeve over that Victor smiled, “yes, they are. It was al- n’t anymore. Still, you may want to talk to
himself. most as fun to carry him as it was for him to him about this. I wouldn’t know what to do
“I always meant to make it possible to be carried, I think.” if he got insistent about it.”
manipulate in these paws,” Thrak said, his Nora nodded, but was silent for a mo- Nora nodded, “yes. Much as I hate to
voice blocked to near inaudibility from in- ment. Finally she said, “I’d better go get say it sometimes, Mike is a very responsible
side the head, “but I never got around to it.” Mike.” ten-year-old, and headstrong as well. I’ll talk
He settled down on all fours and said, “so. Victor replied, “don’t worry about it.” to him about it, and if he still wants to, then
Ready for a ride?” “Why-” I trust both of you not to do anything
Mike clapped his hands, “of course!” Mike rolled out of the door, “I forgot, worse.”
Thrak padded over to Mike’s chair and mom! Victor bought me this electric chair. Victor smiled, “of course we won’t. I
settled his haunches on the floor, “can you Isn’t it great?” reaffirm to you that my intentions are hon-
climb on like this?” Nora looked from Mike to Victor, orable, and my behavior as innocent as that
Mike carefully maneuvered himself onto shocked, “that must have been expensive!” of the creatures I portray.”
Thrakmon’s back, wrapping his arms around Mike said, “I said so too, but Victor told “Thanks for understanding, Victor. I’m
Thrak’s neck and his legs around the big cat’s me it wasn’t a problem.” glad we can talk like this.”
midde. He took a moment to enjoy the feel Victor added, “it was hardly a problem Victor smiled, “I ought to be thanking
of the soft fur and padding beneath him be- for me to do so, and I think Mike will do you, Nora. You trusted me to take care of
fore saying, “I’m on, but not too fast. I’ve much better now that he doesn’t have to rely your only son and didn’t lose your cool when
been getting stronger, but my grip isn’t that so much on other people to get around.” you saw him physically stroking me. You
great yet.” Nora took a deep breath and let it out, “I came in here, allowed me to explain and
Thrakmon rose carefully, “then I’ll take would guess so. I don’t know how to thank even accepted that our behavior was that of
it really smoothely this time.” you, Mr. Falkner.” a boy towards any other housecat. You’re a
*** Victor smiled, “maybe it’s about time to very remarkable woman.”
Nora had to let herself in again, and start calling me Victor, Ms. Brooks.” Nora laughed, “and you are a very
though she had expected the scene to be un- Nora smiled back, “I’ll take the liberty if strange man, Victor Falkner. I can’t believe I
usual, she was not adequately prepared for you do.” She turned to leave. just had a serious talk about child care with
the sight of her son riding what appeared to “See you tomorrow, Nora.” Victor called a man who is wearing most of a cat costume,
be a large predator cat. They were facing the after her. and that I only really noticed now. In less
other direction, the cat sedately pacing down *** than two weeks, you’ve managed to change
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my entire perspective.” “Well,” Victor said speculatively, “I Nora got out of the car, smiling, “you
“You’re welcome.” might. I also might have something that don’t even know where I live. I never told
Mike rolled in, “are you ready, mom? would fit you if you want to try it.” you.”
Did we do something wrong?” Nora punched him lightly on the arm, Victor shrugged, “it can’t be so close that
Nora smiled at Mike, “I’m ready. And “let’s try something more traditional.” She you wouldn’t want to take a break before
no, I don’t think either of you did anything put a hand on his arm, “yes, indeed, Mike’s continuing.”
wrong.” right. You are really pettable like this.” Nora said, “well, the sitter isn’t expect-
Victor’s eyes shone, “I might take that ing me back for another half hour, so I sup-
Chapter 4: the wrong way.” pose I can join you for five minutes.”
Nora has her turn Nora’s expression mirrored his, “I assure Victor smiled and offered his arm again,
you, Victor, that my intentions are as inno- “shall we?”
Nora watched as Victor, dressed as cent as the animal I portray.” Nora laughed and joined him, “lets.”
Thrakmon, trotted around the room with *** Five minutes turned into ten, then to fif-
Mike happily cheering him on from on top Nora arrived precisely on time as usual. teen. Nora was enjoying Victor’s company
of him. Nora sat on the couch drinking a She greeted Victor and then paced around so much that she almost didn’t get up when
soda, and as Thrakmon passed her, she him, examining him from all angles. “Very she noticed what time it was. Her thoughts
reached out and put her hand on his side, good. Nice suit jacket, no visible ears or tail. turned to Mike, however, and she decided
stroking him as he passed. “Mike’s right,” The jacket’s a little fuzzy, but that’s all right she’d better go. Victor accompanied her to
she commented, “you really are soft and pet- because it’s velvet.” She stepped back, her car and before she got in, he bent and
table.” “Black jacket, pink shirt and black pants. kissed her hand. “I hope we can do this
Thrakmon turned around and padded Yes, quite acceptable.” again soon.”
up to her. Looking up, he said, “getting in Victor leaned over to the side, quickly Nora kissed him on the cheek, “so do I.”
on the fun, are we?” surveying Nora’s black skirt and pumps. “I
Nora smiled, “just trying to find out suppose it’s considered bad manners for a Chapter 5:
what my son sees in all this.” man to check for tails on the first date.” A fun little secret
Thrakmon sat and Mike slid off and Nora laughed, “so this is a date now?”
slowly walked back to his chair. Nora Victor replied, “I’m dressed up, you look Mike showed up at the front door, stand-
watched him, “Mike’s been getting a lot absolutely amazing. We’re going out to din- ing up without any sign of weakness for the
stronger.” ner. Sounds like a date to me.” first time since Victor had met him. “The
Thrakmon climbed up onto the sofa next Nora said, “I thank you for the comple- doctor says I don’t need a wheelchair any-
to Nora and curled up like a cat, “yes, he ment. It’s interesting to hear what your con- more,” he announced.
has.” cept of ‘dressed up’ is.” Victor hugged him, “that’s great news!”
Nora looked at Victor, “it’s still a little Victor offered Nora his arm, “shall we?” Mike walked slowly to the couch and sat
weird talking to you like this.” Nora took his arm, smiling. “Lets.” down, “yeah. I still can’t run much or any-
Victor sat up and adopted a more human *** thing, but it’s a great improvement over
position, “better?” Dinner went well, and as they conversed, being stuck going everywhere by ramp and
Nora reached down, “I think I’d rather Nora realized that Victor was both more and elevator.”
talk to a human face.” She helped him out of less strange than she had thought. Some- Victor smiled, but his voice betrayed
his paws and head, and his posture looked a times they’d go for half an hour of conver- some sadness, “does that mean you’ll be tak-
great deal more natural without his front sation in which Nora would forget Victor ing care of yourself now?”
legs reaching almost to the floor. “Better.” was abnormal, and then he’d say something Mike smiled up at Victor, “not yet. Mom
She laughed, “I must have been crazy to let that she found absolutely weird. Oddly wants to make sure I’m completely recov-
Mike convince me to take him here on a Sat- enough, however, Nora found herself laugh- ered first, and I’m not going to argue. I love
urday and then stay. Still, I like how you ing, agreeing and even sometimes replying in coming here.”
showed me how it all put together.” kind. She had been afraid he’d be awkward, Victor smiled back, “I’m glad you
“You’re welcome.” but she had to admit she was enjoying her- haven’t gotten bored.”
Nora smiled, but stayed silent. Mike self. Mike shook his head, “it’s been longer
began watching TV and Nora finally said, For his part, Victor was ecstatic. He’d than I’d thought, but I can never get bored
“the old sitter has been practically begging never been much for dating or romance, al- with you around. Even after a year, you still
me for another job. I broke down and told though he always wanted to try. The fact manage to surprise me. With your help, I’m
her she could watch Mike tonight. I figured that he was now having dinner with a done with my homework in record time and
it would be nice to get out for a little while. charming female, and that she had actually then all the things we do together never get
I’ve saved enough from not having to hire asked him often left him feeling like some- old.”
her all week to afford this much. How’d you thing had to be wrong. Things this good just Victor shrugged, “well, then. I was going
like to join me for dinner? My treat.” didn’t happen to him. He tried not to blow to show you something new today, in cele-
Victor smiled back, “I wouldn’t feel right it by saying anything too odd, but even his bration of this landmark. But if that’s the
having you pay for everything.” occasional slips seemed to be taken well, and way you feel-”
“You can pay half.” he eventually stopped worrying. Mike nearly jumped up, “oh no you
“You’re on.” Victor absently brushed the Nora had insisted on driving, so when don’t! What is it?”
fur on his leg, “I guess this isn’t the proper she dropped him off, Victor felt required to “Follow me,” Victor replied.
attire.” offer some hospitality. “Would you care to As they entered Victor’s room, Mike
Nora laughed, “not unless you know a come in for a few minutes? I know it isn’t asked, “is it a new suit?”
place I don’t.” exactly a short drive back home.” “Not exactly new,” Victor replied, “just
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something that I’d like you not to tell your and her own gestures making it seem like she Epilogue:
mother about. She might get the wrong was embarassed by the praise. Much later
idea.” Mike said, “if I were a couple of years
Mike snorted, “you two have been dat- older, I’d probably be attracted to you. As it Mike put his latest test down on the cof-
ing for almost a year, you know. I doubt is, I’m- well hell, I’m attracted anyway.” fee table, “another ‘105’. This is really all
there’s anything strange enough to make her Jamina replied, “thanks I think.” too easy.”
change her mind now.” Mike looked at the clock, “I’m not ex- Victor looked up from his book, “yeah,
Victor pulled out one of the boxes, actly sure what to do, but if you want to well. I hope college challenges you.”
“don’t be so sure.” He pulled the suit parts change back before mom gets here, we’ll Mike grinned, “I hope you remember
out and laid them on the bed. have to do it fast.” our agreement, dad.”
Mike looked at the bodysuit that was Jamina laughed, “it’s a good thing I’m Victor replied, “you mean about the
keeping much of its shape despite not hav- not Marlene, or I might have taken that as a prom. Well, I suppose since you went to the
ing a wearer, “you naughty man. I didn’t proposition.” halloween dance male, you can do this. I still
know you went in for crossdressing too.” Mike put up a finger, “you can’t pull that can’t believe they’re making the prom fancy
Victor smiled, “see? There’s plenty you one. Marlene herself said she doesn’t rob the dress.” He snorted, “good god I envy you,
don’t know about. This is Jamina, book-” cradle.” young lady.”
“Book four,” Mike said, “I know. I Jamina said, “true. Well, I actually just Mike laughed, “so I can go?”
thought I recognized her there. Nice.” wanted to show you what a pretty girl I am. Victor said, “tickets on your bed, you
“I’ve also got Marlene, but I don’t want If you’d rather have Saliaven or Thrakmon, mom’s been out shopping for a dress all
to scandalize someone so young.” I understand.” morning.”
Mike wolf-whistled, “Marlene! You per- Mike replied, “and pass up the chance to Mike hugged his father tightly, “thanks!
vert.” hang out with an attractive female who just You’re the best. I’m such a lucky young
Victor began to put on the bodysuit, said she only showed up to show off? I think woman.”
“that may be the first time you’ve ever called not. Come on, we’ll go to the living room Victor said, “you can be the second, but
me that.” and see what we can do.” try not to achieve the first. Prom night sex is
Mike said, “it’s the first time you de- *** overrated.”
served it. Jamina’s one thing. I can see en- Nora walked in and didn’t even slow Mike laughed, “like you’d know!”
joying some time as her. But Marlene’s a bit down when she found her son sitting next to Victor closed his book, “I’ll have you
on the oversexed side, isn’t she?” a sexy vixen playing video games. “Well, know that I- look, I’m not getting into that.
Victor laughed, “only a little.” He Victor,” she said, “why has this never come Who’s the young man?”
reached back and zipped up the bodysuit. up on a date?” Mike shrugged, “Sean.”
“What do you think of this one so far?” He The vixen nearly leapt a foot in the air. Victor nodded, “your best friend. He
sat and began on the footpaws. Jamina spun around, her black hair spread- knows about all this, I assume.”
Mike replied, “you’ve certainly got a ing out behind her and her tail thumping her Mike rolled his eyes, “he wouldn’t be my
good figure now.” They both laughed. “Re- chest as she stopped, “Nora! We didn’t ex- date if he didn’t, dad. I think he wants a suit
ally, though, from what I see it’s a pretty pect you to be back so early.” of his own, actually.”
close fascimile of her. I always imagined Nora looked at Mike, “you didn’t tell Victor looked up, “hoping for a match-
Jamina went in for a really big fluffy tail, and him? Shame on you, Mike.” ing pair, are we?” He sighed, “he’s a respon-
the bright coloration is about right.” He Jamina looked at Mike, “you knew she’d sible enough young man, I suppose. He can
grinned, “you’ve added some to the chest, be here early today? You little sneak!” borrow Saliaven for the night.”
however. As I recall, Jamina was not a very Nora held back a laugh, “and how long Mike clapped, “yes! Don’t worry, either.
curvaceous vixen. Quite the opposite, she has this been going on?” I picked him because he’s that responsible.
was always complaining about being under- “Just today, mom,” Mike said, “isn’t she He’ll have me home by midnight and no
developed.” adorable?” funny stuff unless I ask for it.”
Victor began on the head, “well, when Nora looked into Jamina’s wide green Victor closed his eyes, “I’ll try to ignore
one is doing drag, one has to make changes eyes, “yes, indeed she is. Victor, I can’t be- the qualifier there.” He sat up, “want to go
sometimes. My natural body needs a bit of lieve after all this time you’d think I’d find cheer some kids up at the zoo?”
extra help to pass properly.” this anything more than a new development. Mike smiled, “Yeah, dad. That sounds
As Victor put on the handpaws, Mike She twined her arms around Jamina, “you’re great.”
said, “I note that this one doesn’t have a a furry, Victor. Exactly how can you put
voice booster.” ‘crossdresser’ as a higher offense?” She dug
“Actually it does,” Jamina replied, put- at Jamina’s neck, raised her face slightly and
ting a claw to her neck, “I just didn’t want kissed Victor on the mouth, “you really are
to turn it on yet,” she said, her voice now the adorable.” She stepped back, “I think I like
tones of a shy teenage girl. this one best.” She pronounced, and as Vic-
Mike whistled low, “that’s good. I as- tor attempted to find something to say, she
sume an addition of your own.” took Mike and left.
Jamina nodded, the features of the head
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Upon Graduation
Rachel Futtersak
o the class of 2009: congratulations on your perstar.I finally channeled the positive by watching lectures
graduation. Welcome to the world. from the TED (technology, entertainment, design) conference
As a graduate myself, I am right there with as I often have this year.
you in your excitement. I am also right there with Eve Ensler’s “idea worth spreading” deals with happiness.
many of you in your confusion. I am with you in Ensler, when describing what she has learned through her
your questioning at this time of great decisions. I am here in the work, says “Happiness exists in action, in telling the truth, in
process of deciding what it means to be an adult. saying what it is. Giving away what you want the most.” I fi-
As I applied for graduation this year I found myself in what nally understood.
felt like a crisis. I am graduating with the GPA that was my We are not guaranteed anything. We have an education
distant personal goal at the beginning of freshman year. At the now. For better or for worse this does not grant us any privi-
end of senior year I realized that this goal meant very little leges. The world, after May 23rd, will not automatically give
pragmatically speaking. I did not feel deep pride for achieving us recognition for our academic success. The value of an edu-
it. If there is one thing my undergraduate education has taught cation, of a successful education, can not be seen immediately.
me, it is to question. I needed to ask, What does this number The value is seen in what we take from our it and how we give
mean in the world outside of academia? When does it become it away. It is not our right to impart our knowledge and the
significant? ability to question in search of truth on others. It is the defini-
Like any good product of the university system I began my tion of success. However we choose to do this, it is our re-
questioning by classifying my blasé response. The psychology sponsibility.
student in me told me it was the result of a tendency to attrib- What appears to be a crisis upon graduation is often rooted
ute success to external, transient factors as opposed to stable in recognition of freedom. True limitlessness is paralyzing. It
and internal (typically male) factors. The sociology student in keeps us feeling trapped, certain that there is a correct course
me told me that it was related to a cultural phenomena of an to follow. Many of us hide behind plans to which we are not
overachieving middle class, who sees education as a necessary truly committed. We starve off the sovereignty that when ac-
commodity. The women‘s studies student in me told me: This knowledged, obliges us to act. Powerlessness is a fallacy. En-
is because of patriarchy. trapment, the fantasy. There is sanctity in acknowledging
I then came to the big questions. What does our education freedom that hurts like bee stings; piercing, calling for atten-
mean? I am not guaranteed success nor are you. Achieving a tion, impossible to ignore. Feel them. This is what it means to
numerical goal has not, and will not, bring me lifelong happi- be educated.
ness. I mourned the end of my college experience upon realiz- Congratulations fellow graduates. Obtaining principles of
ing this. I listened to “Winter Kills” by Yaz. I listened to knowledge is reason for contentment and a feeling of great
“Winter Kills” by Dune. Did you know there are actually mul- achievement. My wish is that as you enter the world you will
tiple versions if this hell on earth? I progressed, more rapidly remember that giving them away is happiness, is true success.
than expected to listening to Gethsemane from Jesus Christ Su-
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That I will now ruin for you
Rachel Futtersak
ompetitions between Revolutionary Presidents and slamming tiny bowls of fried rice. This increases my anger.
and the Developmentally Disabled I resort to stomping on M’s foot as the Hibachi chef from Jer-
sey sings “What is love” with an accent. Wrong foot. I put my
I had been waiting for a competition of this head down and let tears drop into my Miso soup. I then cry
nature to happen for years. In moments of past harder due to the redundant nature of crying into a soup that
solitude, I often found myself asking the ques- is essentially, a bowl of liquid tears. While we all know that
tion “When will a president who has been defined by one com- there is nothing better than standing your ground against the
ponent of his identity and who has been shaped by culturally mockery of a culture while in an environment that is in itself a
imposed assumptions, be challenged to a bowling duel by mockery of an entire culture, I deem this ruined. Terrible.
someone in the Special Olympics?” It finally happened. Barack
Obama mad a boo-boo. He compared his bowling score to 5) Puppies- I truly enjoyed puppies. That is until I realized
that of the differently abled on national television. In doing the untapped potential that they possess. The scientific com-
so he made an assumption. The public outcry was quick and munity has utilized their recourses to create puppy/sea ameni-
brutal. The challenge, when it was finally made, seemed ex- ties. They do all the base puppy activities, only while glowing.
ceedingly threatening. Luckily this was overshadowed by the Now regular puppies just seem like unfinished prototypes.
president’s next blunder, the AIG bonuses, which Times Op-ed They are therefore ruined.
contributor Frank Rich proceeded to refer to as Obama’s “Ka-
trina Moment”. 6) Marlee Matlin- Ms. Matlin, the hearing impaired actress
The grand competition of my fantasies- ruined. of Child of a Lesser God fame, was an inspiration to us all.
Op -ed contributor Frank Rich -ruined (on the bases of She has recently joined the ranks of celebrities such as Maureen
comparing a financial blunder to a denial of human suffering McCormick in publishing a memoir that will tarnish my image
that resulted in death, exposure of racial inequity, and the of her forever if I pick it up. She now has a book in the genre
longest Spike Lee film yet) of celebswithdespicablepastsweusedtoidiolize. Literature, a
Bowling-still fun. loose term in this case, should ideally self-regulate and destroy
this book so that I will continue not to read it.
2) Dora the Explorer If you have not yet heard, Dora, the Mass commercial non-fiction-ruined
progressive, non-body conscious, bilingual, little explorer is Marlie Matlin-lalalala I can not hear you. You are still
getting a makeover. The new Dora will be unveiled by Nick- great. (I know you can not hear me either)
elodeon this year. This has many feminists up in arms. The new
Dora is older. She has thinned out considerably and appears to 7) American Idol- Immunity is collective this season. There
be wearing lip balm as well as shoes that are clearly unfit for is no one I can criticize. We have Scott who is blind and thus
rigorous exploring. Who will be a role model for our girls? I immune. Megan Joy who is immune due to having two names
hereby deem feminist minded critics… ruined. While you were and being ridiculously hot . Danny-immune due to tragically
debating the progression of eating disorders in cartoon char- dead wife. Michael’s immunity is directly related to the fact
acters the Taliban was directing their anger towards Ameri-
can female soldiers and 300 Afghan women marched through
Kabul. Also the Times ran a slideshow detailing Michelle
Obama’s approved new role as first lady. She finally dropped
that whole Harvard graduate shtick. She now gardens, cares
for children, and cuddles with her dog Bo.
Amateur feminist journalists- ruined
The Times picture book for women who can’t be bothered
with troublesome words-In tact
Dora - Usted no necesitó el cambio (You didn’t need the
change)
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good parts of any of those bands. Also, I perseverate on the
must remember that we have shaped our human minds to per- for nature, is a product of formative history and cultural speci-
ceive nature as inert. Is environmental destruction a natural yet ficity.
dangerous consequence of this dualism and if it is, can we As generally well intentioned green consumerism is subject
change it at the level of collective cognition ? This shift may to criticism, the larger environmental movement must be as
proceed what has become necessary behavioral change. Seeing well. There is currently a move towards environmental careers
ourselves as interconnected partners, entwined with the earth, among my fellow graduates. This is encouraging. However,
endows us with true compassion . what is the danger in delegating the job of environmental re-
With the development of “green consumerism“, conspicu- form to political elite and to those who will become a class of
ous consumption has been reformed. We, citizens of the earth, educated elite? How does this play into a dialogue of separa-
are aware that our human actions have led to degradation of tion and domination ? People educated within an institution,
the environment. There is a broad consensus that this has within a particular Western paradigm may realistically own the
global devastating effects. We have approached this with a cry rights to decide the earths fate, a fate in extractible from our
towards cooperate responsibility and organic products, some own . With this possibility looming, our relationship of hier-
of which are truly better alternatives, many of which are not. archy and dominance to the natural world and consequently to
A quick Google search on “greenwashing” brings up 575,000 each other is of great concern.
results on companies that are promoting environmental This morning, in the coffee shop, it is time to leave. As my
friendly products that are either harmful or a cover-up for brain signals to my body to stand my muscles responsively ex-
other detrimental operations. Where is the solution that moti- pand and contract. I yield into the linoleum covered ground
vates people towards true environmentalism? Columbia Uni- briefly before I push myself up from it. I am blood . I am sinew.
versity is currently looking at how we make the decision to As quickly as this realization comes, it passes. I clear my throat
consciously “go green” in relation to individual risk assess- to retrieve it, emit a guttural sound. Saturday morning and we
ment. While this is valuable research, it fails to recognize that are transient animals in our plush purple chairs. Kings and
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conception of the earth in human minds, while often mistaken Queens of the planet, suffering the consequences.
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How I Found My Voice
Rachel Futtersak
have always wanted to be a writer. As a long to clarify what this is all about and it is not even a pivotal
child, I longed for this as well. My desire was topic. However, I have a valid hypothesis. I am willing to bet
encouraged by the publication of a second that there is a direct correlation between completion of a John
grade poem, titled Matzah and Carrots, in the Grogan work and self-efficacy. In fact, I am willing to bet that
school bulletin. It went like this: there is a significant causal relationship that has been ignored
In the spring bunnies eat carrots for far too long.
I do not. I do not eat carrots. If you have yet to see this film, I will summarize: John Gro-
Easter bunnies!! I celebrate Passover. gan does banal things with mediocre success. He goes to the
Perhaps the powers that be saw this as an articulation of airport. He buys a less than desirable starter home. He freaks
inner turmoil caused by my subjective role as a cultural mis- out about being a father. He sleeps with his girlfriend (some
fit. Maybe they saw it as genius in its symbolism. (The carrot chick named Jenifer Shmaniston). He desires to be a serious
being representative of collective oppression with Passover journalist but is just too full of heart and thus is demoted to a
standing in reference to freedom in conviction). Regardless, I career as a columnist. Here is the kicker: He does this all…with
was optimistic. a dog! He is a mischievous dog! The world’s worst dog! He is
In my early college years my desire to write was fed further an irresistible pup.
by creative writing workshops held round table style. Twice a Mr. Grogan, in a true moment of inspiration, decides to
semester each student would have a turn to read a very im- write about this dog. He writes about his mind-numbingly or-
portant piece of writing. Each participant in the workshop dinary life in the context of his border line relationship with his
would go around and critique the work while the author sat in dog. The audience is on the edge of their seats wondering if
requisite silence. The goal was to appear simultaneously tor- this will this be the end of our hero’s career. It is not. He is pro-
tured and unaffected while strangers told you how inspira- moted, revered, and becomes wildly successful. All the while he
tional and revolutionary you truly were. This was followed by is spouting genius revelations such as “Dogs are like wives. You
cheese, crackers, extraneous self –disclosure and absolute want them even when they get older and begin to poop on the
avoidance of any of these people on campus. I came away with floor” (I admit I may be paraphrasing here).
little professional skill but I did acquire a troubling Pavlovian The day I found my voice I was watching this in awe. As the
association between cheese and ass-kissing. movie ended and Marley kicked the bucket, I came to a real-
For years after this, I still ached to be a writer. However, in ization. I have a dog. Also, he poops on the floor when it rains.
the absence of gratuitous praise and cheese, I lost my confi- If this John Grogan character could be a writer, I had it in me
dence. Each time I sat at my computer I was wracked with par- to be a writer! I turned to the girl next to me and whispered in
alyzing anxiety. I needed to be Hemingway or I needed her ear.
footnotes the length of a complex novella. It was imperative “I think I just found my voice”.
that I deconstruct language itself in a way that none of my No response. I tried again, louder this time.
predecessors had before. I did not write. “I just regained my sense of autonomy”.
This all changed the day I saw Marley and Me. The day I She didn’t hear me. She was crying like a bitch.
found my voice. You are probably angry reader that I took this
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Some Thoughts on Surviving College
Rachel Futtersak
ollege, my dear readers, is stressful. I have Me- extremely angry thoughts
however , after four year of an intense liberal Cue-Zach Braff. I simply, in this case, refer back to the
arts curriculum that has included courses in in- funny and meaningless movement that I have articulated in my
terpretive dance, writing fictional stories with no previous statements on boredom. I then laugh in my head as I
wrong answers, and human sexuality, developed a strategy for visualize the person in front of me performing this. Zach Braff
handling this that I may now impart to you. This method is does not get angry! He fantasizes about ridiculous things in a
foolproof once you master it and devote yourself to the fun- manner that borders of potential psychosis and is consequently
damental principals. happy.
When times get stressful, I like to pretend that I am Zach Braff is also an increasingly adaptive tool when out with a
Braff. I simply get in my car, put on a mellow semi-obscure date who is clearly quantifiably more intelligent than you. As
pseudo indie song, crack the window a bit, and drive. As I drive this person drones on about applied phenomology you may
I look ahead of me and take in my surroundings as a feeling of feel out of your league. Don’t panic. Think like Braff. Come
calm washes over me. I imagine opening credits and contem- out with a theory so sentimental, so fundamentally obvious
plate how cool I look staring thoughtfully into the distance. that it can not be argued with! Try something along the lines
This works particularly well with artists such as the Sufjan of “I think home is where your parents create you and then
Stevens, Iron and Wine, or my personal favorite, Bon Iver. raise you. Then when you’re an adult you leave and become
College can also be subjectively boring and tedious. Sitting that child creator of your own” This theory need not be rele-
in the ghost town of Stony Brook on the weekends leaves me vant to anything the person has just said. It will stand on its
with moments of tedium to fill. At these times I simply make a own and will be followed by moments of reflective silence and
crazy gesture, something no one has ever done before. This as- more pseudo indie music as the other person contemplates how
sures me that I am very deep. It also entertains me in five sec- insightful you are, you intelligent being you!
ond intervals. This strategy will also inspire confidence in your general
This Braff strategy is optimal when I am agitated as well. Romantic life. Braff is goofy looking by anyone’s standards.
When I am very angry instead of plugging my ears I simply He captures Natalie Portman and Rachel Bilson merely by ex-
imagine that I am Mr.Braff. For example isting passively in a perpetual sort of existential crisis. It is ei-
Person A- “Oprah‘s first tweet is national news” ther that, or he looks like he is in crises while perpetually
Me-angry pondering his next oh…Tweet. Regardless, this gives us hope.
Person A- “Tweet is a verb!” Except that personally, I do not want to capture any hearts. I
Me-getting angrier just want to capture Rachel and Natalie like a hunter so that
Person A- “This is because of the economy. I don‘t know they may catch my tears to the sounds of Frou Frou.
anything about this but it is very bad!“
Comic
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By Josh Ginsberg
Real Estate is an up and coming band from New which is the first on Real Estate’s self titled seven inch, of a beautiful southern belle, waiting tables in the
Jersey. They are comprised of four young men: Mar- “Suburban Beverage” went on instrumentally a long same diner he was eating at while on tour. Put yourself
tin Courtney, Matthew Mondanile, Etienne Pierre time before bassist Alex Bleeker and guitarist Matt in his shoes. As you sip your coffee, you can’t help but
Duguay and Alex Bleeker. They have the same classic Mondanile met in the front of the small, Christmas to look back over your slumped, sweaty shoulder, at
lineup as the Beatles and so many other bands: two light draped stage, to harmonize as they posed the her, in a yellow skirt, her chestnut hair pulled back.
guitarists, a bassist and a drummer. All the stringed question, “Budweiser, Sprite, do you feel alright?” She isn’t waiting your table and you wish you’d been
instruments played are Fenders. I first really heard Each line was met with the crashing, opening and seated on the opposite wall, where she’d linger longer
Real Estate live. My own band Slothbear had just got- closing of a suspended and then unsuspended open in your sight. The longing you feel is stifled by the fact
ten on the bill of a show at Cake Shop in NYC and I chord. This was repeated a few times before the bass you know that things could never go anywhere, that
was psyched to find out we were playing with Real Es- began its roundabout route again, and the song con- you are just passing by. But the melody that is sung,
tate. My excitement was superficial; I simply knew that tinued. The jam featured elaborate guitar passages, but reminds of her terse, rose lips, puckered tightly to-
they had played with Titus Andronicus, and that I had there was no real distinction made between lead and gether, as you long for the comfort a shower, a rarity in
heard a breezy, late night song of theirs on Pitchfork rhythm guitar. Eventually the chord progression the lives of touring musicians, would offer. The com-
Media’s Forkcast, which signaled to me that this show changed and sunk into a minor key, becoming more fort of a bed is as elusive as your dreams of musical
might have a big turn-out. It didn’t. But as I stood in driving with an almost desperate air about it. The bass stardom and you just can’t help but to wonder about
the darkened basement of the Cake Shop with a fever became more varied and Bleeker, clad in a tie-dyed how you would’ve faired if you’d tried to talk to the
and a headache, I found the ringing, twangy arpeg- shirt, navigated his way up and down the neck of his possessor of that sweet, whistling voice. Maybe he
gios of their set opener, soothing. instrument, providing a deliberate exploration of heard it filtering through the cracked window of a
Both guitarists played different picking patterns melody more akin to a guitar solo that would have parked pickup truck, playing C & W gems from be-
on electric guitars, and the band was rooted by a sim- been played by Martin or Matthew guitarist. The ver- fore your mother was born. Or maybe he just wrote
ple beat and a hypnotic, repetitive bass line. The song, sion on the seven inch has the same movement but on one hell of a corker.
a smaller scale. It is only six minutes, whereas the live The third and last song on the seven-inch is “Old
version was probably close to ten. It reminds me of Folks,” some nugget that somehow was cut from
songs like “Green Arrow” by Yo La Tengo and has the Chronicle, Vol. 1, and didn’t end up on Vol. 2. Its
same sort of mood that the first version of “Big Day cheery, Southern riff feels like it should slide into some
Coming” creates. immortal chorus, maybe “Lodi,” but instead in its lo-
The song I heard on the Forkcast, a track on the fi glory, goes somewhere that sounds somehow
seven inch, was “Black Lake,” which could be de- shoegaze-y, even though it rides on chords that Ryan
scribed as a lo-fi, nocturnal Okkervil River if Okkervil Adams has probably frequented in the midst of some
River wrote good songs. There’s something particu- Cardinals jam many times. The CCR comparison is
larly charming about clanging, electric guitars fitting relevant except for the fact that unlike the gruff, growl
harmoniously with a pedal steel, sitting with their legs of Fogerty, Martin Courtney sounds clear voiced and
dangling on the dock of the lake against a lyrical land- boyish, more akin to a less bubble-gum Rhett Miller
scape of “power lines.” Etienne’s drumming is some- than any tough guy of the rodeo. Real Estate are worth
what reminiscent of a honky tonk waltz. Martin seeing, and they have a number of shows in the New
Courtney’s vocal melody is anciently American, and I York/Jersey area coming up. You should pick up a
can’t help but thinking he lifted it from the humming copy of their seven inch while you’re there.
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game takes place after the movies, and while this year’s Street Fighter 4 went
By Kenny Mahoney the city is yet again overrun by ghosts.
Obviously, it’s up to the Ghostbusters
into the realm of 3D graphics, King of
Fighters keeps it old school with 2D an-
Wii Sports Resort (Wii)
If you bought a Wii, you know Wii
to…. well to bust them, and it’s your job imation. Not only that, everything in Sports. But this Wii Sports is different
It’s finally the end of the semester. as a new recruit to help out the old gang. the game is 100% hand drawn. That’s in a number of ways. The “Resort” part
Classes are almost over and finals are That’s right, many of the original actors right, every background, animation and of the title brings the sports to more
about to begin. Soon, you’ll be chillin’ have lent their likeness and voices to the special effect has been painstakingly outdoor/tropical/summer type of activ-
out, maxin’ and relaxin’ all cool for the game (except for Rick Moranis, what a drawn out, making the game look ab- ities, like Frisbee, jet-skiing, and sword
summer, but you’re going to need some- dick). Join Egon, Peter, Ray, and Win- solutely fantastic. fighting. But what’s really exciting is
thing to fill the void between all of those ston using all of your favorite gadgets that it introduces a brand new attach-
parties and trips to the beach you’ll be and gizmos, but remember–Don’t cross Punch Out! (Wii) ment to your Wii remote–the Wii Mo-
takinbg. What’s better at filling that the streams! Think back to the good old days be- tion Plus. It’s a little thing that attaches
void than anything else? You know fore the harsh realities of life had you by to the bottom of the Wii remote and
what, don’t answer that. The answer is the throat. Think back to a simpler makes it super-responsive and super-
videogames; get your mind out of the time when your NES was the king of accurate. Just getting one of those is
gutter for christ sake. That’s why I’ve household entertainment, and you’ll re- reason enough to pick up this game.
compiled this list with my top 11 games member Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out! It’s a
of the summer because 10 is so over- The Conduit (Wii)
done. I didn’t include actual release Another game I saw at ComiCon,
dates for these games because they’ve The Conduit is a first-person shooter for
been known to jump around quite a bit, the Wii. In it, Washington D.C. is in-
but they all should be out between the vaded by aliens, and it’s up to you to
time you read this and by the time you take them down with an arsenal of both
get back for the fall semester. modern and alien weapons. What
makes this game really special is the de-
Prototype (360, PS3, PC) gree of customizability in the controls,
In Prototype, you play as Alex Mer- allowing you to tweak almost every-
cer, some guy who wakes up one morn- thing until it fits your liking. It’s about
ing and discovers he has superhuman time we had a decent shooter on the
strength, agility and the ability to absorb Batman: Arkham Asylum (360, Wii, and The Conduit looks like it might
people’s bodies and change his own– PS3, PC) be it.
and now you’ve got to figure out why. Batman is a pretty huge badass and
The game is set in an open-world New he has been known to lay a beat down Marvel vs. Capcom 2 (Xbox Live
York City, which means you have free on crime every now and again. In Arcade, Playstation Network)
reign to explore the city and cause as Arkham Asylum, that’s exactly what you The last game I’m going to talk
much destruction and mayhem as you do! On your way to bring the Joker to new spin on a classic game, bringing the about is the one that I’m the most ex-
want, or you can absorb someone’s Arkham Asylum, things go horribly same kind of ducking, weaving, and cited for. After months of speculation
identity and use stealth and espionage wrong and the super villain inmates punching to the Wii’s fancy new mo- and rumor, this classic fighting game is
to take down your foes. The idea is have taken over, and it’s your job to take tion-controlled gameplay. making its way to your console as a $15
hard to explain on paper, but after see- them out. It’s your classic beat em’ up downloadable title. Why is this so awe-
ing it in action, it looks fantastic. style game (think Double Dragon or Bionic Commando (360, PS3, PC) some, you ask? Well, it’s Marvel versus
Streets of Rage) with a few twists. Since We’ve already seen the re-make of Capcom! Your favorite comic book he-
you are Batman, it goes without saying the original Bionic Commando as a roes battle it out with Capcom’s cast of
that you’re one scary dude and you’ll downloadable title this year, but Cap- Street Fighter characters. Now your
use the shadows to your advantage to com has other plans for our swingin’ friends can finally put-up or shut-up
strike fear in your enemies and perform hero. This new Bionic Commando when it comes to their childhood he-
crazy hand-to-hand moves. brings the game to life in 3D, which has roes.
you swinging all over the place with
Fight Night Round 4 (360, PS3) your fancy bionic arm. It doesn’t seem
EA’s boxing simulator is back, and to change too much of the classic for-
Fight Night Round 4 follows in the foot- mula, but it sure as hell looks fun.
steps of all the past Fight Night games,
which means that you’ll be able to ex- Red Faction: Guerrilla (360, PS3,
perience real life physics and animation PC)
that almost makes you feel each punch. Continuing on the success of the
In addition to that, you’ll be able to play original Red Faction games in which the
just like your favorite boxing legends, environments were completely destruc-
using their styles to your advantage. tible, Red Faction: Guerrilla is bring that
The game also looks great and has some tried and true game play to the current
of the best looking graphics I’ve seen in generation of consoles. I had a chance
Ghostbusters (Everything) a long time. to spend some time with this title at the
Well, it’s uh, it’s Ghostbusters! If you NY ComiCon, and I definitely enjoyed
don’t know Ghostbusters, then there King of Fighters XII (360, PS3) myself. Breaking down a wall with a
isn’t much hope for you. I had a chance For those who don’t know, King of giant hammer and surprising the hell
to see some of this game in action at the Fighters is exactly like Street Fighter, ex- out of whoever’s on the other side just
NY ComiCon, and it looks great. The cept a different company makes it. And never gets old.
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32 Photo Essay Vol. XXX, Issue 14 |Friday, May 8, 2009
What initially version of the book since it has enough lishing are textbooks that are hole reading the book more relaxing and en-
started out as a of the same content anyway, and sites punched to fit in a three-ring binder. gaging. E-books, or basically textbooks
way to get free like alibris.com and textbookx.com They cost less than hardcover text- crammed into .pdf files by the pub-
food actually lisher, are becoming more prominent.
turned out to be a They are cost-saving measure and a ne-
very interesting cessity in an increasingly digital world,
learning experi- but at the same time make it easier for
Eric
ence. The Stony people who download scans of the text-
DiGiovanni
Brook University books anyway.
bookstore held a While this was a humbling look
fair in the Wang Center on April 15, behind the scenes of an industry in
where publishers were able to show off which we all spend hundreds of dollars
their textbooks to professors. Staff from every year, there were a few attempts at
the bookstore coordinated the event swindling. The representative from the
and answered questions. Oxford University Press bragged about
Questions involved, “Do you how their books are cheaper, when all
feel threatened by the fact that more and he gave was data for one book. The
more students are buying books on- prices vary from publisher to publisher
line?” Some acknowledged the internet and from subject to subject. While one
as a threat. “[The internet is] a very real book may cost less, another might have
competitor, and it’s a very big competi- more content.
tor,” said one publisher. Some see it as a My favorite lesson of the day came
need to innovate, as you will read below. from a sign on display that broke down
The bookstore, however, remains con- how the money spent on a book from
fident, said a representative, “With the have always delivered the correct book. books, but are designed to be dispos- the bookstore factors out. Nine percent
internet, you’re not sure what you’re get- On display were some clever able. These are for those DEC classes goes to the authors, 2% is spent on ship-
ting. You might get the wrong book and innovations publishers are coming up you take outside your major but never ping, 67% goes to the publishers, 12%
have to spent one-and-a-half times the with to make money in this recession, ever think about again. Also from the goes to the bookstore and 10% goes to
book.” Although from personal experi- as well as *gasp* to make learning more same publisher were textbooks, laid out the university.
ence, some professors allow an earlier interesting. First, from Pearson pub- like magazines, supposedly making
34 Vol. XXX, Issue 14 |Friday, May 8, 2009
opinion
Argghhh!!!!!
In one of the the growing problem of Somali
great acts of piracy. Somali pirates board
courage in our vessels from speedboats and
new century, the quickly overtake the unarmed
United States, crews. Many Somalis turn to
which accounts for piracy because their poverty-
50 percent of stricken nation, often mired in
Ross
global military lawlessness, offers few outlets
Barkan
spending, van- for individuals trying not to die
quished three So- horribly before they turn 30.
mali pirates. The pirates had taken The evil and whiny pirates
American naval captain Richard defend their actions by claim-
Phillips hostage in an attempt to coax a ing that the West (mainly Eu-
ransom fee out of the United States. rope) has been dumping
“We’ll teach those bastards to try to nuclear waste in their waters
improve their living situation,” said Gov. and overexploiting the sea for
Bobby Jindal of Louisiana. “Never have fish. Supposedly, illegal
I been more proud of America and ap- trawlers have stolen more than
palled at the African people. To think, $300 million in tuna, shrimp
that these silly pirates believe that it is and lobster. Believe it or not,
acceptable to lie, cheat and steal to earn these savages have the audacity
money. That is not what America is to accuse we lily-white angels
about.” of destroying their primary re-
Awesome American Navy Seal source: seafood.
snipers, who look just like G.I. Joe and Ahmedou Ould-Abdallah,
Spiderman crossed with a Thundercat the United Nations envoy to
and were super cool the whole time, to- Somalia, was quoted in the
tally fuckin’ nailed the black dudes London Independent as saying,
holding the white American captain “Somebody is dumping nu-
guy hostage. Although Somali pirates clear material here. There is
are not known to kill their hostages, and also lead, and heavy metals
usually only demand a ransom, it is such as cadmium and mercury
good they died because America rules, – you name it.” Apparently, Eu-
and when you mess with the best, you ropean ships have been ap-
die with the rest. pearing off the coast of
“It’s sorta like when the Yankees Somalia to dump large barrels
played Tampa Bay pre-2008,” said Sen. into the ocean. After a 2005
John McCain. “The Yankees had a tsunami washed hundreds of
higher payroll but still bludgeoned the leaking barrels on Somali
shit out of the Rays. Did they go easy on shores, people began to suffer
them? Fuck no. America is like that. We from radiation sickness and
can’t allow impoverished nations to dis- more than 300 died. These restaurants, and other businesses. Resi- of $43,800 and $31,800 respectively,
rupt the transit corridor for 20 percent heavy metals (ROCK ON YEAH!) like dents even use the pilfered money to picked themselves up by their Christian
of the world’s oil supply. I fucking love cadmium and mercury can be traced to buy generators, basking in the luxury of bootstraps and worked really, really
oil. In fact, I am currently bathing in European hospitals and factories. Holy electricity. Otherwise, the pirates are hard. No handouts for you, Somalia!
some Iraqi oil right now. It’s a bit sticky, dogshit, these Somali douches need to huge assholes. And no piracy either, you need to get
but sometimes the best things in life chill out. Analysts believe Somalia, a country rich the right way.
stick to you.” The satanic communists at ABC with a GDP per capita of $600, should “Fuck yeah,” said the ghost of John
The United States, which has never News claim the Somali pirates actually probably start looking for a job. Poor D. Rockefeller while shitting on the
done anything nefarious before to en- benefit the economies of the seaside vil- people wouldn’t be poor if they just faces of his former employees in the pits
rich itself, has been battling alongside a lages. Coastal towns are flush with cash, worked all the time. The United States of Hell.
myriad of European nations to combat leading to the construction of cafes, and Great Britain, with GDP per capita’s
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Sports
"*7. -+.." +)". /+ (+."
By Ian Thomas
Ranked 11 in the country, Stony
Brook’s dynamic offense had been con-
sistent in nearly every game this season.
Scoring ten or more goals in ten of their
past 12 games, the team’s up tempo play
has been one of the biggest reasons be-
hind their nine wins.
Sophomore Jordan McBride has
been the real spark plug. His 42 goals
ranked him second in the NCAA going
into the Championship rounds, and
combined with sophomore Kevin
Crowley, created one of the most lethal
duos in college play.
The University of Maryland – Bal-
timore County Retrievers knew what
was at stake – the America East title,
and most importantly an automatic trip
to the NCAA Men’s Lacrosse Champi-
onship Tournament. Stopping this duo
and the team would be a hard challenge,
as many opponents had found out this
year. But with excellent midfield play
and the offensive talent to match, as well
as a rabid home crowd behind them, the Najib Aminy
ball was in their proverbial court. Don@ t Lacrosse the streams!
Unfortunately for the young Stony
Brook tandem and the rest of their tal-
ented team, that UMBC team did next two periods. ing the selection of at large berth teams.
just that, and ended the Seawolves Stony Brook never seemed to be Although there has to be some dis-
season on a sour note, with an 11–7 able to get in a groove offensively be- appointment in the way the season
victory over SBU. cause of missed shots, costly turnovers ended, the exceptional play of returning
“They have some experience and the immense defensive and mid- players will give the team and Coach
playing in this game where we did field pressure applied by UMBC. The Sowell a lot to look forward to next year.
not, but I am proud of the team and Seawolves only managed seven shots in In addition to McBride, who finished
our season,” said Coach Rick Sowell the first half, and McBride was held off fourth in goals per game in the NCAA,
following the game. “We did not give the score sheet for the first time all sea- Crowley finished thirteenth in points
up and hung in there. Unfortunately, son. per game, Compitello finished twelfth
we did not make as many plays as The Seawolves rallied late, scoring in assists per game and junior Steven
UMBC did.” four goals in the fourth quarter alone, Waldeck finished seventh in ground
The early jitters seemed not to but they were not enough to counter the balls per game. Sophomore Adam Rand
affect the team as junior Tom Com- offensive power the Retrievers supplied ranked number one in the entire NCAA
pitello scored to put the Seawolves up earlier in the game. in face-off win percentage, winning at
by a score of two to one. However, Following the game, Crowley and nearly a 64 percent clip.
chalk it up to inexperience, or per- defensemen Steven Waldeck and Chris
haps just an excellent UMBC team, Gignilliat were all named to the All-
Najib Aminy but that was the only time Stony Tournament team.
Adam Rand Brook led. Because of their loss, the Seawolves
The Retrivers fired back, scor- failed to clinch a spot in the NCAA
ing eight unanswered goals over the tournament, and were passed over dur-
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Sports
Give Me a B-A-N-D!
By Liz Kaempf
It’s impossible to say that you
have never noticed when the Stony
Brook University Marching Band
cranks it up at a home football
game, or when the Seawolves’ Pep
Band brings the noise at a basketball
game. That’s because they are im-
possible not to hear and even harder
to miss.
Easily the most spirited organi-
zation at Stony Brook University,
the “Red Hot” athletics bands lead
the dance team, the cheerleaders and
Wolfie in getting the crowd at SBU
events involved and cheering for our
teams.
The athletics bands are rela-
tively new groups to the Stony
Brook campus, just finishing up
their third year this spring, and are
broken up into two groups; the fall’s
Marching Band, and the spring’s
Pep Band. Each group has its own
mission for the semester.
The Marching Band is responsi-
ble for playing at pre-game, tailgat-
ing, halftime and in the stands
during the football season. The fall
band is an indoor and outdoor group
that practices not only to play stand-
ing still (although they hardly stay
still), but also prepares to play a
roughly seven minute show at half-
Najib Aminy
time.
This is them, right?
&$%/ (0
cision. Kano learned
By Eric DiGiovanni jujitsu under several
masters, such as
Fukuda Hachi-
nosuke and Iso
FIGHT CLUB(S)- JUDO Masatomo. From
Whe n It Meets: Tuesdays and Thurs- that he developed his
days from 8:00 PM to 10:00 PM own style, which
Where It Me ets: Mat Room in the eventually became
Sports Complex known as judo.
Who’s Known For It: Chuck Norris, There were two ob-
Abel from Street Fighter IV, Former jectives to this new
President Theodore Roosevelt, cement- art: First, the goal
ing his place as our most badass presi- isn’t to necessarily
dent. harm the other per-
As I lay down in the sweltering heat son, but get them off
of the Mat Room in the Sports Com- balance to either
plex, with Judo Club President Gregory evade or go on the
Woody smothering my face with my offensive and get
own arm, I had an interesting thought them in a hold. Sec-
that I believe appropriately begins the ond, it had to be safe
last FIGHT CLUB(S) of the semester: for university stu-
“Holy crap, it’s the Brazilian Jujitsu club dents to practice.
all over again!” (See March 11 Issue of For those think-
The Press) . In fact, here’s a testament to ing of taking it up,
how similar it was: members of the BJJ here’s a fair warning:
Club showed up, such as friend of the it is not something
column Terrence Cheng. you’ll get right away.
Judo and jujitsu mean almost the Like BJJ, positioning Eric DiGiovanni
same thing in Japanese: “gentle art.” But parts of your body
when you hit the ground, it’s anything you don’t even think
but gentle. Even though they share the about are important. Sure, if you’re one of those things you have to practice. describe my experience this time
same kanji for gentle, there are plenty of strong enough guy like me, you can toss Once you do master it, at least going around, I’d use satisfying. There’s just
key differences. Judo is focused more a guy in any position. But when your from Youtube, it will look really awe- something that feels right about flipping
on throws than submissions. Also, hips have to be in just the right place, some. a guy over on to the ground. Hell, even
elbow submissions, leg locks and ankle and grab your opponent at just the right The club is taught by Mr. Tatsushi, if you’re being thrown, it’s a hell of a
locks are forbidden due to safety rea- place, you realize that there is an art to a Social Welfare Ph.D. student who ride. Sure, climbing over another guy to
sons (damn lawyers). Chokes, arm locks this (Hey, maybe that’s why they call it a came from Japan. He was a pretty happy try to choke him out is fine and all, but
and everything else are legal and, since “martial art” instead of “way to beat the guy, and not even my newbishness that thump when he hits the ground,
it originated in Japan, you have to bow crap out of someone”). could bring him down. His exact words you standing over him, his arm in your
before each match. Even Woody realizes this: “[Judo is] were, “[Judo’s] much more sports ori- hand, and seeing that look in his eyes
To understand all of these crazy not something you can pick up right ented. It takes courage, it’s not street that says, “Damn it,” all mean that he’s
rules, let’s look to the past, shall we? It away. Striking someone can pick up fighting.” Just like fencing, Judo is an your bitch. It’s a good feeling.
all started in late 19th century Japan quickly, but there’s a little more that you Olympic sport, but unlike fencing, the
when Jigoro Kano was tired of getting have to get used to in judo. It’s much action doesn’t stop until a penalty is
picked on, so he learned jujitsu since more intense, more technical, more pre- committed or someone goes out of
Judo hadn’t been invented yet, and this cise, and more aggressive than most bounds, which ratchets up the excite-
happened way before The Karate Kid martial arts.” Like everything else, it’s ment of matches.
came out in theatres to influence his de- If there was one word I could use to