Rothbury Festival

A good friend and I recently went to a massive 4 day music festival in northern michigan called Rothbury. I covered the festival for my friend's magazine, and he is finally getting around to getting it on the web-site. Check it out here. www.kemiks.com Only the first half is up...

On the web-site: He's always looking for more writers. Cover your favorite concerts and CDs however you want to, and he'll appreciate it and make it up to you by giving you a free ticket to some music festivals for you to cover. As you can see if you've been reading the stuff I post on here, you can write whatever the fuck you want.

On the article: I decided to make it a little more strange/interesting/challenging by inventing two characters and covering the festival from their perspective. I think it turned out all right. Most of their experiences were my own, including seeing the Fred Flintstone character screaming WILMAAA while struggling through a trip, and most others. Let me know what you think...

On the experience: I hope the article captures it pretty well. These festivals are an incredibly strange experience, and I highly recommend going to one, though you probably won't find it to be the most momentarily comfortable experience.

Thoughts

1) I like watching Olympics, but there is just far too much gymnastics. Just when you thought there couldn't possibly be more events - Nastia Liuken going for gold on the parallel pommel bars!!
2) Dee is insisting that pickles have no nutritional value.
3) Canvas transfer of paintings is a nice alternative to posters, and a sweet gift.
4) Finally, there's been a lot of talk about campsite shitters, lots of broken promises, lots of threats of 'diarrhea tent sauna' if shitters aren't properly upright and equipped with a swing-door entry. Let me set the record straight: I have been hurt one too many times with dashed hopes of a fire-side shitter, and am not about to let it happen again.

bored games

the smithiest members of this blog once spent a night playing Taboo where we made up our own categories. it ws actually a lot more fun, especially the round where dee had to describe "smut" without using the word porn, nudity, sex, etc. and where jeremy had to describe a word without using the words "the, I, you, word, it, uh..."

This weekend I parlayed this into make up your own cattegories scattegories, with categories such as "personal hero" "personal nemesis" "simpsons character"... also a fun game. I imagine there are lots of games that can be improved by not owning them.

Jeremy and I lived together for a summer and excelled at engaging in certain performance enhancing drugs and making up games. Memorable examples include a paper air-plane making and flying contest, blow-gun battleship, hanging wall handle HORSE, and George Foreman tv show drinking game where you drink every time someone says George (funny because all his kids are named George)

So that's a lesson kids. We're not too old to play. playing's fun. play more.

Anyone got any other silly games? I have lots of nights where I have some energy but don't want to get drunk and might like to do something memorable silly or otherwise worth doing.

GO!

I agree with this guy:

I don't know if you guys heard or even care but Bryan won't be having a party at his house the Saturday of Labor Day weekend.

If you guys are interested in getting all the available cousins together for a night of retardation I was going to suggest that we all camp a night at Basalt Mountain again.

Let me know what you think.

Ter'r

You may have read some news article about a neuroscientist woman in cahoots with Al Qaeda, who was found and arrested recently after some gunplay. Turns out she trained in my current lab!! Our alumnus list now include researchers, teachers, professors, and terror.

Gill-i-am

Seen Dark Night? Kyle-on-Kyle loved it. Luh-uh-uh-uhved it.

Seen Lost in La Mancha? Heath Ledger evidently died during filming of Terry Gilliam's next movie--that Gilliam is cursed, cursed like I've never seen.