Today, I’m going to switch things up a little bit. As loyal Friesen Pointers know, Matt is my trusty, ever-competent list assigner. He has given me some true gems for list topics, and there are many to come in the near future.
However, I ran into an old friend/co-worker/imaginary lover of mine, Danielle, on campus the [...]
Archive for August, 2008
My African Travels Part Two: One Night In Bangkok
Posted in Code Red Mountain Dew, Crushed Red Pepper, Flavored Lubricants, Horseradish, Humor, Intolerance, Magnetism, Oragami, Superhuman Abilities, Wrestling, Youtube Porn, tagged head, night, journalism, one, africa, travel, travelogue, murray, bangkok, chess on August 30, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I may have just attempted to illegally cross the border between Burkina-Faso and Ghana, but my African adventures had just begun. Honest to God, if the editors hadn’t stopped printing these, citing concerns that the stories “weren’t true,” I would have spent my entire semester writing these travelogues. Here comes part two in the continuing drama [...]
My African Travels Part One: Mistakes Were Made
Posted in Clitoris, Cold Soup, Cough Syrup, Fluidity, Geniuses, Humor, Magnetism, Maneater Column, Starch, Travel Journalism, Yeast Infections, tagged africa, burkina, faso, old, paramonga, repost, republish, writing on August 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Not writing for the Maneater has made me feel rather weird so far this semester. I feel sort of lost, and fairly sentimental for the good times I had dicking around in print. These feelings have turned into a bizarrely sentimental funk that has in turn led me to drinking during the day and reading [...]
August’s Friesen Point Cheers and Jeers!
Posted in Code Red Mountain Dew, Fluidity, Gregorian Chants, Humor, Ishtar, Kleptomania, Taboo, Travel Journalism, Yakov Smirnoff, Youtube Porn, tagged cheers, jeers, david, august, duchovny, lohan on August 29, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Well, it’s that time of the month. I’m getting all moody and bloated, and that can only mean one thing: it’s time for August’s Friesen Point Cheers and Jeers. Mother of God, that is so fucking disappointing. Someone as creative as myself should seriously be able to come up with a title for this bit [...]
More Evidence That Our Country Will Never Be The Same Again, or That Maybe It Will. I Still Have No Fucking Idea
Posted in Activism, Cashews, Clitoris, Cunnilingus, Humor, Pop Culture, Superhuman Abilities, tagged alaska, change, election, hope, nomination, palin, president, progress, sarah, vice on August 29, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Holy Shit! What the fuck is going on with our country? It’s been a solid 232 years of nothing but crusty old white men being up for election to be president or vice president, and now, all of a sudden, we have a black man nominated to be president by one party and a white [...]
You Can Find Me Three Miles Down Memory Lane, Hang a Left on Old Writing Boulevard
Posted in Activism, Captain Crunch, Clitoris, Cunnilingus, Humor, Pop Culture, Superhuman Abilities, Youtube Porn, tagged advice, column, freshman, incoming, maneater, missouri, old, repost, university on August 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I’ve been feeling a little wistful lately, as if a tidal wave of sentimentality has washed over me. What should be my last year of school starts on Monday, my dear friend (and mortal enemy) Burger is getting married this weekend, and I just bought a new power cord for my N64 so I can [...]
Sagely Advice For You Aspiring Writers Out There
Posted in Cheap Beer, Crushed Red Pepper, Flavored Lubricants, Geniuses, Gimp Balls, Humor, Jews, Magnetism, Oragami, Pop Culture, Superhuman Abilities, Yahoo Serious, Youtube Porn, tagged advice, coffee, genius, improvement, sage, video, wisdom, writing on August 19, 2008 | 7 Comments »
One of the things I’ve always loved about writing for a wide audience is the range of comments you get when you put yourself out there in the public sphere. Back when I was writing for the campus paper, I’d constantly get bombarded with two types of emails: threats of physical violence and requests for [...]