ben_iarwain

Hey y'all:

There's a full-size mattress up for grabs out front of my house @ 2634 SE 48th (between Clinton and Division). It isn't a beauty, but it'll do. No need to comment - just come get it.

So I've got to sell off most of my graphic novels, which means you, comics nerd, get to buy really good comics for pretty damn cheap.  I already sold off all the good Batman and Adrian Tomine stuff, so hop to it!  Reply here or drop me a line at brody@reed.edu and their yours, first come first served.

QUEST deadline extended to tomorrow afternoon due to extra free time on editors' part! Get 'em in by 3 if you can.
We could currently use some Halloween-related material, but will take a look at anything.
quest@reed.edu.

"The first recorded instance [of Roman officials learning and conducting business in Greek] enjoys special notoriety. L. Postumius Megellus, Roman ambassador to Tarentum in 282, conducted negotiations in Greek, a language whose finer points unfortunately escapred him. His slips in that toungue called forth jeers and insults from the Tarentines, one of whose members, to show his contempt, even defecated on Postumius' toga. The confrontation served to justify Rome's war on Tarentum."
-Gruen, Erich. Culture and Identity in Republican Rome. (Cornell 1992) 229-230.

saw the mountain goats by myself and called for going to georgia kindly and they played a soft and slow version.
saw the epoxies two nights ago, too, and danced so so hard. rebecca and i are dancing champs. the only person who came close to topping us was a man trying his very hardest to rock out next to us (it wasn't very full), and then only because he must have been pushing sixty.
it is hot as balls and argus doesn't even bother trying to move anymore unless i entice him with very cold water.

"Now, as they continued to speak with one another,
a dog lying nearby raised his head and pricked up his ears;
this was Argus, stout-hearted Odysseus' dog whom
he once raised from a puppy, but took no joy of him, since he too soon left for sacred Troy.
In days past, the young men would take him out
to chase after wild goats, and deer, and hares,
but now he had been put aside, with his master absent,
and lay on the deep pile of dung, from the mules and the oxen,
which lay abundant before the gates...
Here in the pile lay the old hound Argus, covered all in dog ticks.
Now, as he perceived that Odysseus had come to him,
he wagged his tail, and laid back both his ears; but
now he no longer had the strength to move any closer
to his master, who, watching him from a distance, without Eumaios noticing,
secretly wiped a tear from his eye, and said to him:
'Eumaios, this is amazing, this dog that lies on the dunghill.
The shape of him is splendid, and yet I cannot be certain
whether he has the running speed to go with this beauty,
or is just one of the kind of table dog that gentlemen
keep, and it is only for show that their masters care for them.'
   Then you, O swineherd Eumaios, said to him in reply:
'This, too truly, is the dog of a man who perished far from here.
If he were such, in build and performance,
as when Odysseus left him behind when he left for Ilion,
soon you could see his speed and his strength for yourself.
Never could any wild animal in the far depths of the wood escape
once he had given chase.  He was very clever at tracking,
but now he is in bad times.  His master, far from his country,
has perished, and the women are careless, and do not look after him;
and serving men, when their masters are no longer about, to make them
work, are no longer willing to do their rightful duties...'
   So he spoke, and they went into the strongly-built house,
and strode straight on into the great hall and to the haughty suitors.
But the dark shadow of death closed down on Argus' eyes
at once, having seen Odysseus after the twentieth year of his absence..."
                                                                                  (Odys. 17.290-327)


been in the classics lounge most of the day working far slower than i ought to be on a paper on argus.
argus' head is resting on my knee.

this was my first real on-my-own project...i've been itching for her to be finished for a couple weeks now, and waiting for those last few layers of paint to dry was nearly painful, but now i am done and happy!

BEFORE:


( and AFTER: )

thanks, pbf.

after listening to it 13 times in a row, i can safely say that atom and his package's 'pumping iron for enya' is the most romantic song ever.

i wish that i was in love with enya. and that i had written it for her. and that i could play the synthesizer.

bill, let's get really good at screen printing. i am excited.

 

you got the touch!
you got the powerrrrr!
YEAH!
after all is said and done,
you've never walked, you've never run (???).
you're a winner!

...you're at your best when when the goin' gets rough
you've been put to the test, but it's never eno-ough!
you got the touch!
you got the powerrrrr!
when all hell's breakin' loose
you'll be riding the eye of the storrrrrrmm!
you got the heart!
you got the motionnnn!
you know that when things get too tough
you got the touch!
you never bend, you never break,
you seem to know just what it takes-
you're a fighter!!!

...and you never get hit when your back's to the wall,
gonna fight to the end and you're takin' it aa-aaaallllllllll!
you got the touch!
you got the powerrrrr!
when all hell's breakin' loose,
you'll be riding the eye of the storm!

...you got the touch!
you got the powerrrrrr!!!!

this is me: :)
goodnight.

WTF

http://imdb.com/title/tt0417148/board/nest/27261118

"[Flavor Flav] often wears a [fucking gigantic] clock around his neck, stating that observers will "know what time it is." The clock is set to either twelve o'clock ("straight up") or six o'clock ("straight up and straight down"). The clock became one of Flav's trademarks, along with comic sunglasses. Flav is also known to wear flashy colors, such as hot pink, and a metal-horned helmet on his head... Flav realizes that his style is bizarre, and he is proud of his own uniqueness."

from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flava_Flav