To show we're not just business!

In further efforts to never, ever be taken seriously, the Students for a Democratic Society at the University of Florida have arranged for a bunch of very informative, progressive, and grim public events on campus this week! Come check us out!

NO WAR NO WARMING
Instead of wasting paper to advertise for the no war no warming event on Monday October 22nd at the Reitz Union, we will have a string of actions to raise advocacy about Global Warming and the atrocious war in Iraq.

If you are interested in actively taking part in any of the listed events, please contact the person associated with each event.


Monday: 24 Student Die-In
Turlington Plaza @ 12:30 pm
w/ Banner Drop and amplified sound
(Richard)

Tuesday: Naked Truth behind Recruitment
Shaving heads of naked young men, whom eventually fall into a coffin
Turlington @ 12:30pm
Heads shaved : Andy, Kevin, Richard
w/ Banner Drop

Wednesday: Giving away last ice-berg
Plaza of Americas @ 12:00
(Leslie)
War impacted Women standing
Turlington @ 11:30
(Tina, Krissy, Rama)

Thursday: SAW Students Give a Shi®t about War
Turlington Plaza from 11-2 pm
(Chelsea Solmo)

Friday: Industrialists for an Ice Free Arctic
Turlington Plaza @ 12:00 pm
w/ Banner Drop
(Skeet)

You can find us in the Plaza of the Americas. Look for the people in denim cutoffs being ignored.

Don't miss the following week's events:
the 21 high-five salute to renewable energy legislation
Hokey-Pokey for Peace!
the 1st Annual Mail a Paint-by-Numbers of a Tree to Your Congressman
a big ol' effigy burning (free snacks!)

To all meins juggalaudim jah juggaledim

Upon my studies of the Gothic language (yes, this is what I do in college), I came across the following word:

juggaláuþs: 'young man'

Something caught my eye...something very familiar. Being at work with nothing better to do, I separated the word into its two roots, and looked in other Germanic languages - Old Saxon, Old Frisian, Old English - all having similar words with the same meaning, up to modern German, where I found 'jungleute', meaning 'young people'. Figuring in the phonetic differences for the languages, I figured the Proto-Indo-European root for each word to be something like jugg and lod, respectively.

If you were a young person living in Eastern Europe anywhere from 5000 to 10000 years ago, you may have been a juggalo.

Violent J., Shaggy 2 Dope, I owe you gentlemen an apology. I underestimated you.

SEE WHAT I MEAN PEOPLE?!

12:53 pm

Gainesville Weather

93°

Feels like 102°

Humidity 52%

High: 96°

Detailed Local Forecast:
Today: Partly cloudy with a slight chance of thunderstorms. Heat index near 105F. High 96F. Winds light and variable. Chance of rain 30%.

FUCK

Re: my ineptitude at second-tier sports

My father has gold medals in billiards. Gold fucking medals. He has had his nose broken several times from hustling local pub-goers and professionals alike. I, on the other hand, am a complete embarrassment. I've been taught by one of the best, yet I'm fairly certain a blind person with scoliosis and carpal tunnel could make quick work of me at the pool table.
And playing at this skill level means that the most awkward moment of billiards comes most often for me. This, of course, consists of both saving face after embarrassingly terrible shots and trying to not look surprised when actually making one. Either way, I'm not fooling anyone.

Also, the last time I bowled, being about a month ago, I bowled a 64. 64.
64.
That's what kindergarteners bowl when the bumpers are removed.
This has basically led me to the conclusion that any sport that fat people can play, I cannot. I would probably be a terrible professional eater.

I don't want to get ahead of myself, though. Bowling and billiards are apples and oranges. Someone who is really good at pool is probably either attractive or just a hardass (both garner respect and admiration), while someone who is really good at bowling is probably fat and bald. Also, when a dude/lady walks in a smoky bar and takes out his/her leather bag of custom pool sticks and assembles them in front of you like an m16, you can't help but cry a little. But when a retired Walgreens manager waddles into the local Bowl-o-rama with his fancy glove, sparkly shoes, and custom ball with a cross painted on it, you can take a bit of comfort in your effortless 64.

from an article about Against Me! in Spin magazine

"One place they don't have to worry about any such animosity is Gainesville. When the band stops by Leonardo's, a local pizza shop populated by punks and summer students, there are a few head-nodding acknowledgments, but no awkwardness."