It looks as if I may be moving in December. I have not received the official word, but it has been discussed. I am about 90-95% sure as myself and one other person have requested to go. Therefore, come December when I travel to India, I may not return but travel to my new home Perth, Australia six weeks later and continue to do this for the next year and a half to two years.

Making the Faux-Vintage Real

OK, so most of you received and filled out my recent T Shirt survey... and now I am calling on you once again.

The idea: To create a visual history of the modern man's prized possession: The T.


Here I have collected my favorite T Shirts. Some over 10 years old, others bought last week. Below I created a new identity from the shirts by combining the most compelling visually imagery from each shirt. Thus creating a time capsule of T's so that even when they are lost, stolen, or evaporate due to over-wearing the user will have an archive of their beloved T. This project is in direct opposition to all those crap fake vintage-looking T Shirts companies try to sell our demographic.


Task for the IC Members: Take digital images of your favorite T Shirts and send them to me. Minimum 6 shirts. Maximum 10. Many of my classmates have shown interest in partaking in this project, but I told them to hold off, because I believe I have a focus group already in place. Please tell me if you want to do this, and don't in anyway feel like you have to... But if you say you want to do it, I will need your images by the this Sunday. Ideally the final output for this project will be screen printed T shirts, which I will of course give to you if you decide to do it. I hope you think it is a worthwhile venture.

Adam Faust
Lambda Chi T Shirt Chairman, 2001

So I know its been a while and that I have probably been written off on the blog but I figured if I told a self depricating story, you guys might forgive me.

A while back, I thought that I had received the kind of present you don't want from a girl after a night of intimacy. So I went to see a couple of doctors. The first, a girl at the free clinic who must have been doing a rotation in between model shoots, dropped my pants (don't start thinking bonck chicawawa), took a look and then told me I had to go see a specialist. Although, I could have mixed that up with my spanish given my partial embarrassment at the hot doctor looking at my slightly off color package. Well, that, and the OTHER SIX PEOPLE in the room listening to our conversation. So then I go to the other part of the free clinic where they tell me I need to return at 4 in the morning if I want to be able to "have a consultation." I think "fuck that" I'll tough it out. However, after another two or three days walking around with my legs spread wide enough to give the impression that I was sporting horse like features, I made an appointment at a private hospital nearby.

I go in and tell them I am there to see Doctor Suarez. They quickly corrected me and said I would be seeing Doctora Suarez, another female doctor, sweeeeeet. Now, my spanish has gotten pretty good but unfortunately, they don't teach this kind of vocabulary in the language institute. I get by by saying that I have a "rash" (which by the way, the word is "erupcion", similiar to erection, only different) in a sensitive area for a man. She laughs (quite professionally I might add), gives the international signal to drop my pants, and tells me to hop on the table. After a few terrible and uncomfortable jokes on my part, she takes a GOOD look, writes down a prescription and gives me the prognosis. "Un mal caso de Tiña Crural." She doesn't seem too concerned so I don't panic although my mind is racing since I don't know what the fuck is Tiña Crural. I waddle home as fast as I can, log onto the internet to find out that I have...a bad case of Jock Itch....Well worth the embarrassment of two hot doctors.

Man, it feels good to post again.

IN ADDENDUM.

MAZUR

BEAR


SCREAM.

Now that we are all off becoming adults, or at least suppose to be. I thought it would be nice to take a look back at who are friends are, so the next time your friends asks who you hung out with you can send them this link and then expect not to hear from them again.


marcspoke -



Brown



Faust



Lee (Can you say out kicked his coverage)


ok....



c-bone




Adam


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or



and last but certainly not least

B Dub

NEW YEARS IN TEXAS

Ok, ok, I know this is getting confusing, but the simple fact is, we like each other (sometimes). And we want to celebrate NYE together. So it makes the most sense for us to do that.

So, lets have a good ol fashioned house party. Mazur, Lubahn, whoever... but lets get together, get drunk, yell at each other, make fun of Lubahn, and have fun.