Missing Photo!

WOAH, I don't think we ever snapped a shot of our secret Mansuite squares behind the bathroom door (!?!??!) A beer on me to whoever (Mansuite or not) can first get a photo of these bi-colored quadrilateral remnants of manly nirvana that was EC H1006 2008-2009 to the following address:

winstoncb@gmail.com

Mansuite lives

Like one of those flatworms which you cut apart in 8th grade science class and then somehow all the pieces you butchered remained alive and began to regrow into individual worming wormy things--that's the parable of mansuite's members.

Summer is over. One year ago to this date we were crashing over the rips in a small motorboat off the coast of Cape May, NJ. Now we may all be in separate boats, but we all exist on the same sea--the sea of life. And before this gets any more corny, a recap of what all of us are doing.

Jon--Couldn't get enough of beautiful California, and despite all his pleadings, he unfortunately was torn away and forced to march onwards to France, since he had already paid astronaut tuition and they'll be damned if he's not getting on that spaceship now.

Tom--Got tired of his morning-til-night backbreaking internship of laying bricks in Switzerland and built a robot who will do it for him. The robot is coming to New York to lay bricks in an exhibit there. He now returns to Philadelphia for a Salabol selling marathon.

Winston--Packed up his belongings, caulked the wagon, forded the river and headed for the desert. Nobody has heard from him since.

Jordan--Surfed and lounged in the sun for 10 weeks straight in Papa New Guinea. On the last day he wrote an 8 page paper (double-spaced, 1.5 inch margins) about surf culture in paradise, thus fulfilling his obligations as an anthropology major. He heads to Australia now to hope to do it again.

Colin--Began his acting career running puppet shows in small-town Minnesota. Soon he was discovered and began featuring in independent films in the area. Now he is big-time living in New York and becoming a star. And it only took 8 weeks!

Michael--Picked a name out of a hat and moved to Boston randomly. He deletes porn for a living and basically deals with the 9-to-5 drudgery of life. He also wrote an ebook and learned that his website will rank higher in search listings if it has other websites linking to it. The book is a resource to help prepare students for succeeding on their exams and the website is http://www.examstudytips.com . Putting that link here may or may not have been the entire reason for writing this post.

The Beginning of a New Chapter

Whitewashed, dismantled, disfigured, H1006 has regressed to its primitive, sterile, initial state. But infused within two particularly colorful hidden squares, all of the memories persist (picture to come). 

VIVE LA MANSUITE

Yes we know!

Here's the plan for SEAS class day tomorrow morning.

Order of Events
-Procession
-Welcome Remarks
-Salutatory Remarks
-President Bollinger’s Remarks
-Presentation of the Class Gift by Senior Fund
-Dean Navratil’s Remarks and Presentation of Faculty Awards
-Alumni Remarks and Presentation of Faculty Teaching Awards
-Presentation of Student Awards and Prizes
-Valedictory Remarks
-Keynote Speaker Remarks
-Class President’s Remarks
-Reading of the Names and Presentation of Class Pins (Give your name card to the Advising Dean stationed to the right of the stage. You will then process across the stage to be congratulated by the Dean and the President, and to receive your class pin. Please return to your seat for the remainder of the ceremony.)
-Singing of Stand Colombia and Roar, Lion, Roar
-Recession

Men of letters

We will soon be them, so we'd better start acting like them.

Study break, extreme edition

A couple of us felt like we had been studying for too long on Friday, so we decided to take a little study break. No, this wasn't cupcakes on the Lerner ramp or an a capella concert; we had something a little more exciting in store for our weekend.

Saturday, 7:45am: Load skis in car, depart Lyme, NH



8:50am: Stop for Andrew to pee.

10:55am: Arrive Pekham's notch, Mt. Washington, NH 103 miles later.

11:15am: Gear up for the trail.



1:20pm: Arrive at base of Tuckerman's ravine, 2 miles and 1700 feet later.



1:34pm: While booting up at rocks at base run, watch a bloodied man with a broken nose tumble 800 feet to our location.

1:35pm: Scream for medic.

1:36pm: Have doubts about whether this is a good idea.

1:45pm: Begin ascent

1:49pm: Andrew: "Is this going to be one those times I regret following you, MC?"



2:35pm: Arrive at top of ravine, 1200 feet later, witness house-sized chuck of ice crack off on opposite wall and crash down to the Lunch Rocks.



2:39pm: Look down near-vertical cornice at top of headwall. Feel like vomiting and defecating simultaneously.

2:41pm: Telemarker suiting up at the top: "You climb up here over those icy rocks, you see avalanches and ice crash down over out there, you look down at this huge expanse of mountain and get the sensation of it all being really epic. Don't let the mountain get to you, at the end of the day-- it's just fucking skiing."

2:44pm: Jump off first. Enter couloir.

2:45:36pm: Exit couloir.

2:46pm: Reaffirm value of living. Relegate stresses of life within larger perspective of the everlasting universe of the sublimity of infinite nature.

2:47pm: Decide to do it again.

2:48pm: Watch Andrew charge down.



2:52pm: Watch George lose an edge entering the hourglass. Watch George slide towards rocky precipice. Watch George get caught by mercy of the bushes on the outcropping.

2:53pm: Hike up to retrieve his equipment.

3:01pm: Make George film me skiing out partway out of couloir into bowl.

3:02pm: See sky. See snow. See sky. See snow. See sky. See snow. See snow. Evaluate body diagnostics.



3:04pm: Recover only to see George lose balance and fall right at me. Jump out of way at last second.

[3:04pm at ravine floor as related by Andrew: Become the laughing stock of the lunch crowd at our Marx brothers routine.]

3:10pm: Hike up and make George film attempt two.



4:15pm: Hike out to car with everybody relatively intact.

5:15pm: Arrive at parking lot right as torrential downpour begins.

5:25pm: Pull off road to permit rain to pass.

7:42pm: Stop at Wal-Mart to let George get flowers for mother's day.

8:15pm: Arrive at driveway, nearly drive over downed live power lines across driveway. Save everybody's life by shouting.

8:17pm Pick way around downed power lines, encounter 5 blown-down trees on driveway and destruction at the house. George becomes severely frustrated.



9:10pm: Begin chainsawing trees.

10:45pm: Finish chainsawing and hauling. Get beer and enter hot tub. Sweet, merciful hot tub.

Needless to say, we didn't get back until Sunday. 1200 miles of driving, 6 miles of hiking and 7000 feet elevation change, all for 1 minute and 30 seconds of bliss. Can we consider it a "ski day"?

Prioritizing

Nothing like a monsoon-scale rainstorm to help you prioritize your studying.



And nothing like an extra couple of warm bodies to make the shower better:

Colin is king!

On Quigly's throne.

And I declare myself king of this blog because nobody posts anymore.