former uc berkeley chancellor tien died yesterday. they have a lot of good articles about him in today's daily cal.

i never knew much about him; he was chancellor only during my freshman year i think. people only had good things to say about him though. some of those stories mentioned in the daily cal, such as him personally returning a lost wallet to a student at his house and his dedication to cal athletics are quite touching. its good to see an asian brutha do well for himself and be so well respected and loved.

welcome to the literary circle jerk.

yo i like this template. i like the train track links on the side. MIND THE GAP.

and for the record, i aint copying nobody. even before that jeannie girl, i came across a shit load of group blogs. i always thought they'd be cool. somewhere down the line i say we recruit a girl. an intelligent, witty girl that hopefully doesn't mind posting pictures of her hot body.

i agree with the 'thoughtful entry' clause. i dont feel motivated to post no mo'. i actually feel kinda brain dead to a certain extent. my alcohol consumption has been coming and going in waves and im dangling at the height of a dangerous crest. i can hear people scoffing already. dont mind me, im simply playing the part of the whiny, hypochrondriac neurotic jew. but shit, look at some of the babes woody allen got on his casting couch. ah, i digress...

i need a new muse. alcohol has lost its flavor and ganja has lost its charm. hence, the recruiting of the girl who posts racy pictures.

i find myself checking my spelling more carefully here. fucking journalists...

OK, i just put in a new template. i did it manually and it was kind of a bitch to take out all these weird characters that kept poppping up but whatever, i think it looks fantastic.

now that that's settled, i have a question. eugene, what is this group blog shit? You're copying that one girl who sent me that email, huh? well, if we're gonna do this, we should decide who or what this is for. is it for an audience? combine the fan clubs of our three blogs and form like voltron? Or do you wanna use this as like a quasi-forum, kind of like how we post comments on each other's blogs? I know you don't want that. Or do we just say whatever and let it evolve? That's how you usually do it, right? Yeah, well not this time, you pothead.

therefore, I propose that we lay down some ground rules.

1. No writing in the second person. (the style in the text above is strictly prohibited).

2. If you are going to address one of us three, it should be in the third person.

3. No stupid "Dear Diary" style entries. This thing should be for thoughtful entries. If we go two weeks with no entries, so be it. I think the quality of the entries will stoke our competitive and/or creative spirit(s), respectively.

4. There shall be a minimum of one paragraph (4-5 sentences) or 45 words, whichever comes first. This is intended to discourage one line entries.

5. Since eugene wants a communist blog, this blog shall be ruled by a communist regime headed by a tyrant. I have just nominated myself for the position of tyrant. However, this is not a democracy. (pause). Hey, I just had a coup. It was successful. The tyrant will vaporize any entries that do not conform to any of the aforementioned rules.

6. Eugene will be stripped of admin status for a one week "cooling-off period" after which he will be reinstated with probationary privileges.

That is all.

there you all have admin status. go crazy.

damn, eugene better hand over admin status to one of us cuz these dimples suck.

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Where The Sidewalk Ends



There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends

- Shel Silverstein