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' - This can make tasks that require a clear mind difficult,
r;waningle,ss or unsafe.
l
WHAT'S THIS LITTLE MAN DOING ON MY KNEE?
by jay (Keep your heaven to yourself - - happiness in
the clouds. It tastes itchy.
Keep your 'if only's' - - if only she would get to
know me; if only she would love me; if only I
could get rid of her, that bitch. - - watch
them slide away like a jug of milk pushed
across a kitchen table: whoosh, pause, whoosh,
pause . . .
Keep your spirituality and explanations. Manufacture
and build them up around you like a tree house.
Tree houses are fun to play in, but be careful
i
where you step because you may fall out and be
.
I
forced to realize that there is a really big
ground down there with no walls around it.
y~
BEING without reason Is absurd. BEING
without reason I& a big fuzzy hltman who has
come to wipe off your mllk moustache with a
solar flare. BEING tastes llke an exploslon,
and It don't need no •why.'
So keep your materialism and your faith in faith.
I found a funkiness in my own faith [a faith in
funkiness], and swished it around my mouth, and
tasted myself, with a tinge of wordy
cholesterol, slightly underplaying a sensual
overtone.
Yes, keep your glory days and your polite masking
smiles.
I say, take the only real way. The way of the
chicken. And, for that matter, the way of the
wad of gum under the table. The table and the
gum. The gum and the table. The rum and the
fable. Your monnna is a fat Elvis-lover, and
you ain't nuthin' but a fuzzy wuzzy bear
swimming through vats of fats singing 'bout I
got the blues cuz the knife ran away)
witherspoon
.
I
THIS UTILE MAH IS OH MY KNEE .
HE IS A LITTLE MAH .
t~OT REMEBER A TIME WHEN HE WAS HOT THERE .
KNEE.
PERHAPS
I
HE FITS 01~ MY KNEE .
I
HE IS THE LITTLE MAH OH MY
WILL WRITE A STORY ABOUT HIM ONE DAY .
DO
�Vortex
Dialogic
-Xaft Minor
·I
Sometimes I think 1 am
living in a Theatre de
L 'absurd play when I read
that pathetic publication
called the Sou'wester. One of
the most in form ati ve articles
which wasted about a halfpage last week was on the
"change" concerning the
SIRs. The great "change"
that will take place will be
that now our wonderful and
intelligent student
representatives will hand out
the_ SIR forms and read a prewnuen letter to the class.
This is supposed to "create a
more confidential and serious
atmosphere... " w hen students
fill out these forms. Now
let's be realistic just for ~
second. Student reps handing
out the SIRs will not have
any effect on how the SIRs
are used. The RSG seems to
have a lack of analytic skills
when it comes to thinking
through who interprets the
SIRs. Who gives a fuck
whether the professor or
some student hands out the
s_
IRs. This will not change a
single thing on how the SIRs
are used. It is the
administration that assumes
the duty to interpret the
SIRs and then use them
against any job position or
professor they want to
term inatc. It is the
administration which is the
problem here, not those who
hand-out the SIRs. Our Greek
filled student government
......
~ -~
~~~
{!~)J .«~l
XAFT MINOR - FDA
.JHEY WHITHERFUNK - EPA
NEETO BEEF URN - FBI
CHRIS BROWN - ATF
STAY .JovlALL - CIA
~
~
(
'1
seems to think that they
really are accomplishing
something with this
"change" in policy. Of
course, if the function of the
RSG is to suck the dick of
the administration then I
must compliment them on
the job they are doing with
only one small complaint.
SUCK HARDER!
\(
\\
J made you
with craft and deliberation
charting and foolproof
turning youth into something
benign but guarded
under heated juristriction
scrubbed and not foresaken
holding off and pursing lips
implant growth-forms
garner response prediction
verisimilitude popu]us zerography
allowance of harpinlin taste
titular gonzaga container
paraplex ostensiable dorflit
· isable gorflin behaviors
rashyolin cabagarech odius
casbahdop torbhal dan
. But it falls apart anyway
I was found
in the thickets of musty
vineyards with scramb1ing
looseness and rustling scatologies
sunlight filtered names
tantamount and flavorful
wastrels of 1ove1iness
regalia undermining heat
honey dripping cuticles
evervescent baby basins
simper puzzled rom lashings
losted barzoorn touching
sourbets jocund hostekram
haberdashery essence godlycrurnb
kabalistic noumena finglapse
bashing bazooks overture
xibnotreplin targ poobah
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FROM THE NEFARIOUS MIND OF THE
S'UP'E1( C:J{'E1('R!Y AfJtSPE1( . . .
WHAT IF?
What if you were playing basketbal l and all of a su dden
the ball t urned into Dr. Jobe s' he ad and p ronounce d , "Al l
work and no play ma k es Jim a dul 1 boy ! ," and then
proceeded to boun c e up and down the court, s l a m-du nk
himself,
chase the chee rl eaders ~ bi te the coach's
hamburger , giggle , s pin rapidly in the a ir and di sappe ar
in a cloud of smoke?
�Graft .
-sty bay fovlall
You'Ve been picking those
scabs of reason and tug~!ng
at those pigtails of meaning
looking for an alley
a rock to climb under
asafe place
anything
to shield you from
the self-rape of analysis
by stay joviall
I
What are you?
this is not a poem;
this is a message
from you to you
.: the place
.; where you end
and I begin
never existed;
~ -- - I am you
,,~ ·'and I am not you
who are you?
by Chavez
1) The bong is over here. It reduces impurities by over 25%!!
2) Hey, kid, grabbing the end that's on fire may result in burns.
3) Mmmm, if [weren't your doctor and you "o/eren't my patient, I do believe I
would paint you pink and really use this stethoscope.
4) <hey, pssst, you grab it, and we can go smoke it in my office!>
5) Excuse me, 1' d like to ask you a few questions about the punctuation hovering
about your head.
6) You wanna try on my nurse outfit?
7) Scientific studies have shown that those who smoke marijuana turn into four- .
fingered, featureless cartoon people.
8) The dank, dirty purple is this way.
•
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' - This can make tasks that require a clear mind difficult,
r;waningle,ss or unsafe.
l
WHAT'S THIS LITTLE MAN DOING ON MY KNEE?
by jay (Keep your heaven to yourself - - happiness in
the clouds. It tastes itchy.
Keep your 'if only's' - - if only she would get to
know me; if only she would love me; if only I
could get rid of her, that bitch. - - watch
them slide away like a jug of milk pushed
across a kitchen table: whoosh, pause, whoosh,
pause . . .
Keep your spirituality and explanations. Manufacture
and build them up around you like a tree house.
Tree houses are fun to play in, but be careful
i
where you step because you may fall out and be
.
I
forced to realize that there is a really big
ground down there with no walls around it.
y~
BEING without reason Is absurd. BEING
without reason I& a big fuzzy hltman who has
come to wipe off your mllk moustache with a
solar flare. BEING tastes llke an exploslon,
and It don't need no •why.'
So keep your materialism and your faith in faith.
I found a funkiness in my own faith [a faith in
funkiness], and swished it around my mouth, and
tasted myself, with a tinge of wordy
cholesterol, slightly underplaying a sensual
overtone.
Yes, keep your glory days and your polite masking
smiles.
I say, take the only real way. The way of the
chicken. And, for that matter, the way of the
wad of gum under the table. The table and the
gum. The gum and the table. The rum and the
fable. Your monnna is a fat Elvis-lover, and
you ain't nuthin' but a fuzzy wuzzy bear
swimming through vats of fats singing 'bout I
got the blues cuz the knife ran away)
witherspoon
.
I
THIS UTILE MAH IS OH MY KNEE .
HE IS A LITTLE MAH .
t~OT REMEBER A TIME WHEN HE WAS HOT THERE .
KNEE.
PERHAPS
I
HE FITS 01~ MY KNEE .
I
HE IS THE LITTLE MAH OH MY
WILL WRITE A STORY ABOUT HIM ONE DAY .
DO
�Vortex
Dialogic
-Xaft Minor
·I
Sometimes I think 1 am
living in a Theatre de
L 'absurd play when I read
that pathetic publication
called the Sou'wester. One of
the most in form ati ve articles
which wasted about a halfpage last week was on the
"change" concerning the
SIRs. The great "change"
that will take place will be
that now our wonderful and
intelligent student
representatives will hand out
the_ SIR forms and read a prewnuen letter to the class.
This is supposed to "create a
more confidential and serious
atmosphere... " w hen students
fill out these forms. Now
let's be realistic just for ~
second. Student reps handing
out the SIRs will not have
any effect on how the SIRs
are used. The RSG seems to
have a lack of analytic skills
when it comes to thinking
through who interprets the
SIRs. Who gives a fuck
whether the professor or
some student hands out the
s_
IRs. This will not change a
single thing on how the SIRs
are used. It is the
administration that assumes
the duty to interpret the
SIRs and then use them
against any job position or
professor they want to
term inatc. It is the
administration which is the
problem here, not those who
hand-out the SIRs. Our Greek
filled student government
......
~ -~
~~~
{!~)J .«~l
XAFT MINOR - FDA
.JHEY WHITHERFUNK - EPA
NEETO BEEF URN - FBI
CHRIS BROWN - ATF
STAY .JovlALL - CIA
~
~
(
'1
seems to think that they
really are accomplishing
something with this
"change" in policy. Of
course, if the function of the
RSG is to suck the dick of
the administration then I
must compliment them on
the job they are doing with
only one small complaint.
SUCK HARDER!
\(
\\
J made you
with craft and deliberation
charting and foolproof
turning youth into something
benign but guarded
under heated juristriction
scrubbed and not foresaken
holding off and pursing lips
implant growth-forms
garner response prediction
verisimilitude popu]us zerography
allowance of harpinlin taste
titular gonzaga container
paraplex ostensiable dorflit
· isable gorflin behaviors
rashyolin cabagarech odius
casbahdop torbhal dan
. But it falls apart anyway
I was found
in the thickets of musty
vineyards with scramb1ing
looseness and rustling scatologies
sunlight filtered names
tantamount and flavorful
wastrels of 1ove1iness
regalia undermining heat
honey dripping cuticles
evervescent baby basins
simper puzzled rom lashings
losted barzoorn touching
sourbets jocund hostekram
haberdashery essence godlycrurnb
kabalistic noumena finglapse
bashing bazooks overture
xibnotreplin targ poobah
In a search for order
The Rat's Ass™ is a metalinear botching
of the exercise in non-recursive duality; as
such, the opinions contained herein reflect
the views of no one other than their respective authors. Thank you for choosing our
airline, and we hope you will f~ with us
FROM THE NEFARIOUS MIND OF THE
S'UP'E1( C:J{'E1('R!Y AfJtSPE1( . . .
WHAT IF?
What if you were playing basketbal l and all of a su dden
the ball t urned into Dr. Jobe s' he ad and p ronounce d , "Al l
work and no play ma k es Jim a dul 1 boy ! ," and then
proceeded to boun c e up and down the court, s l a m-du nk
himself,
chase the chee rl eaders ~ bi te the coach's
hamburger , giggle , s pin rapidly in the a ir and di sappe ar
in a cloud of smoke?
�Graft .
-sty bay fovlall
You'Ve been picking those
scabs of reason and tug~!ng
at those pigtails of meaning
looking for an alley
a rock to climb under
asafe place
anything
to shield you from
the self-rape of analysis
by stay joviall
I
What are you?
this is not a poem;
this is a message
from you to you
.: the place
.; where you end
and I begin
never existed;
~ -- - I am you
,,~ ·'and I am not you
who are you?
by Chavez
1) The bong is over here. It reduces impurities by over 25%!!
2) Hey, kid, grabbing the end that's on fire may result in burns.
3) Mmmm, if [weren't your doctor and you "o/eren't my patient, I do believe I
would paint you pink and really use this stethoscope.
4) <hey, pssst, you grab it, and we can go smoke it in my office!>
5) Excuse me, 1' d like to ask you a few questions about the punctuation hovering
about your head.
6) You wanna try on my nurse outfit?
7) Scientific studies have shown that those who smoke marijuana turn into four- .
fingered, featureless cartoon people.
8) The dank, dirty purple is this way.
•
I
�
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The Rat's Ass, November 16, 1995, Volume 04, Issue 13
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Description
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This issue of The Rat's ass dates from November 16, 1995. The front page of this issue features Jhay Witherspoon who writes about how being without reason is absurd. Chris Brown critics the RSG on Rhodes College. Xaft Minor also has a Dialogic Vortex. On the last page Chavez gives us some well needed medical advice.
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J>y: chris brown
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With the wipter solstice almost upon us
and the irm1ing of report cards that always
ensues during this blessed month, T thought
it wmild good for Rhodes not to he left out
of all the fun. lf you or your group
didn't receive a grade e-mail me and T
will issue you or your group one. All grades
given are hased on an impartial and
objective scale of merit.
Rhodes Student Government: F
Too conservative. You guys and gals
need to transfer to Bob Jones .
DOMINANT
The Book Store: f
The next time Tneed an over-priced
book, l'll make it a point to swing by.
LIFE
CHARACTERISTIC
LIFE
Mon
Mammol1
The Rhodes Student Body: D+
Too white, Republican , and, in general,
apathetic about everything.
The Rat Man: F
The Administration: F
This grade wac; given on a Pass/Fail bac;is .
Maybe the administration needs to be eva1uated
by the SIRs?
Bitch Slap!: C+
Good idea, but write something
worth reading.
Get a real cappuccino machine.
Reptiles
The Campus: A+
fhhH
Dick Slap!: F
Should be renamed Dicldess!
The Faculty: B
Overa11, an amiable group of
people who would like to have
a more academic-minded administration .
Amphibians
Invertebrates
Greek Organizations: F
..
You should spend your money
on better looking clothes instead
of buying your friends.
Primitive
Multicellular
form•
It's the squirrels.
Overall GPA: 1.5
The Rat: D
The food is just slightly
more bland than the student body.
Multiply this by 10,000 and you
have the magical formula for tuition . .
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finger toward him without a glance in his direction. "Pass me that dubbaya dee
forly, woodja."
February grabbed lhe greasy can and handed it to his greasy boss. He
'
wondered what "WD-40" meant. His boss sat on a stool by his workbench,
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fin~ering an old door hinge L.houghtfully., His lhick thigh~ enveloped the s_ool on
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wl11dl he sat and February tried not to lhink about where it went when he sat on
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The fat man mumbled lo himself as he contemplated the procedure that
would restore the door hinge lo all its former grandeur as a functional bit of
realily. The pipe he smoked dangled and danced wilh each syllable he muttered.
Smoke curled itself around his head like a cat securing a spot to sleep. February
hoped it would take the fat man a long time to fix the hinge. He thought he was
jusl finally starting to see that the flourescent lights really did flash several
limes each second.
And in a burst of handyman clarity, February's boss discovered the exact
spot on the hinge that required a deep blast of dubbaya dee forty. He gave
February a quick look to make sure he was not daydreaming, or what he liked to
call "being out in left field with lhe dodo's and the duo-duo's." February returned
the look quickly enough lo satisfy the moving mound - - a man. "Just makin sure
you was still with me kid, I'll be through in a sec, and I'll need your help with
some things."
February stared al the pipe dangling and dancing from between greasy
lips. He was watching closely when the burning red tobacco leapt out of the pipe's
smoldering bowl on the word "things" (fat man had always packed his pipe
poorly). Burning cherry careened directly into the thick spray of dubbaya dee
forly. The cool liquid immediately became a two foot flame that reached through
lhe air lo a rag hanging from lhe lip of a container on the greasy workbench. The
rag belonged lo an economy-sized coffee can of gasoline, and immediately
introduced the burning tongue tu its can's contents. February just had time tu cover
his head before lhc fal man's side was fried. February turned lo watch him hit
the ground. His jowls convulsed and slapped the floor. Smoke slowly slid from his
burnt face and torso and crawled slowly into the air. Fat man was burned to a crisp. ,
February grimaced, walked tu the dour, and out tu lhe street.
jay witherspoon: james ·brown
chris brown: miles
martin fox: 'trane
dave sears: bird's heroin dealer
stay ioviall: minqus
Reigndear
by stay jovi111I ..
Don~er arched his chin back
toward his tail, peering at the cold stars.
Beside him walked Blitzen, and both
were indifferent to Prancer trailing some
ways behind. Giving his antlers a little
shake, Donner turned to Blitzen and
asked "At the most fundamental level,
what is disease?"
Blitzen flared his nostrils, white
breath making a sort of halo around his
nose, "Sumpin's wrong wit an organism,
bein' bad fer it, it's gotta dizease."
Donner stopped and dug his fore
hoof into the hard frosty dirt. "I cannot
agree. [t seems to me that diseasecausin g micro-organisms are simply other
species just struggling to live, seeking
self-preservation and -perpetuation." He
leveled his eyes at Blitzen, who had
paused to listen. "When one considers
the relativity of the situation, we are
merely ecosystems. A reindeer or elf
supporting the life and well-being of a
destructive virus does not have something
wrong with him or her, but has merely
become an environment-in-flux."
Prancer trotted up. "Ooooooh,
yeah, right baby, and now I suppose
you're going to say something like 'And
from one possible perspective, one can
view us as a disease being supported by
the planet, which we are making ill, and
which is trying to cure itself of us by its
antibodies which we refer to as harmful
bacteria and viruses."' Prancer pranced
about, batting a low-hanging hemlock
branch with his antlers.
Blitzen snorted, and Donner said
.uothing. Prancer chortled madly and
went on. "Disease is something we've
. en trained to believe is natural by the
. ~ever malicious scientists running world
politics! Disease is the three-degree
nonentity caught in the turning lane o .
"
time by the oncoming traffic of entr~
He reared up on his back legs and yipped
insanely in the still night air. A startled
owl took flight. "Disease! Dis. Ease!
Disease created us! We are a state Qt
disease in the universe, which is a"iate
of disease in reality! Being diseased is a
disease of disease!"
Prancer stopped, panting. 'The
night was strangely still. The reindeer
went on in silence.
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look at the ho\es, and
. untfill~ ·
decide that he should
ihis parab\e c\ear\y
arrange an expedition
explains changes in thE
equipped with cosmetics
i state of the gothic
and name-producing
devices to make their way \ p\ayground.
into the ho\es. \t may be
the case that he will
. himself choose to \ead the
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I
expeditio~t \~~fil . ; ·.·
serve as mascot to it in
order to inspire and give
himself something to do
once he has tired of his
duties as lighthouse
What we are doing is
keeper. It might come to
writing these words, which
pass that he will bring his
relate to the words you
optical toys in hope that
are reading. Reading
they will be of service to
these words causes us to
him in the holes.
keep writing these words
Possibly, he could
that you are reading.
pretend to draw
Words read are written for
conclusions from these
causes we keep writing.
observations to prove to
C~uses for reading are
the expedition that its
wntten. Relations of
mission was righteous
writing read writing.
and their moral duty. It is
Which is what we're
a distinct chance that he
doing. How about
will do this so that they
another allegory?
would build him altars,
There's still a lighthouse
doorknobs, and palaces
keeper, who keeps a
full of jocund beekeepers.
lighthouse unlit. There
Maybe, these things will
are still sub-commitees.
come to past, allowing
The keeper still has large
him to achieve his goal of
collections of optical toys
turning the optical toys in
which distort. Everything
on themselves, giving
else is different.
.
distortions with infinite
Holes have developed,
recursion.
and the populace has
ihere is also the
begun to wonder about
possibility that he will be
them. Occasionally,
swallowed up by holes,
someone investigates too
and never heard from
closely and doesn't come
again. If this is the case,
back. Legends proliferate
he will receive a
and are fed to the
promotion from the sublighthouse keeper, who
committee, and have a
~as recently taken a great
plaque announcing that
int
in the holes.
he had lived
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The Rat's Ass, December 7, 1995, Volume 04, Issue 14
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Newspapers, Publications, Satires, Zines, 1995 Winter
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This issue of The Rat's ass dates from December 7, 1995. This issue of The Rat's Ass was the Christmas issue. On the front page Chris Brown gives his end of the semester report card of Rhodes, and the grades aren't something to write home about. Jhay Witherspoon brings up February and it's boss. Stay Joviall also talks about Reigndear. On the last page Xaft Minor says how words lead to more words which lead to us reading words.
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Chris Brown, Jhay Witherspoon, Stay Joviall, Xaft Minor, Fox Martin
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I Still . Have A Dream
by Jay Witherfunk
I had a dream that Rhodes was cool.
Everyone had on a lye-die and the chiba ran rampant.
No, no that Wasn't it. Oh yeah, I remember. There were
a tribe of Rhodents who worshipped the squirrels. I asked one of
the professors of faith to show me why she believed. She took me
to the base of a tree, where, surely enough, a squirrel approached.
She nudged me and whispered, "Now you'll see!!!" The squirrel
looked around tensely for a few seconds then bolted up the tree in
a spiral. The squirrel-worshipper stared at me with pupils wide
and screamed, "DID YOU SEE THAT!?!? THAT IS WHY!!!!"
"Yeah, squirrels rock," I said. Oh shit. I'm sorry. Wrong
dream again. Too weird for Rhodes.
Really, the dream was this: I knocked down lhe door to
President Daughdrill's door with the smallest thrust of my
hulking shoulder and immediately proceeded to the back of the
room, where lay the magic safe to which I held the only key (won
through bloody battle with a maligned redneck demon). I opened
the door of the safe with slow, surreptitious, and scrupulously
mliloqous serendipity And light poured onto my face as I looked
ipon THE INSTRUMENT. IT WAS ... THE REMOTE CONTROL
10 THE BRAINS OF ALL RHODES STUDENTS (except for the
ucky few who have somehow managed to remove the deadly
mplant which is shoved al birth into the skull of all infants by
'he Man*)!!!!! When I picked the control up, lhe knob was turned
> the setting labeled the "Ralph Lauren/ Victorian Age/ sticks1-their-asses/ spoon-fed/'oh my god, look at her butt'/'[
lmrnpoo every day, don't you?' /'tell-me-how-lo-dance, I'm not
iat creative' /Tm okay cuz I'm rich, I'm white and· I'm
te' /please don't change this setting" setting.
This all seemed rather drab, so 1 ch~nged lhe knob lo lhe
. trng "chill daddy-o's" and the thing shocked my hands so ~ad
I dropped it and leaped out the
to
own
0 r wa1, no, I thin:k my dream was somelhmg different. ll s so
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hard to remember your dreams some limes, you know·
J was in the jungle. It was dark. All I coul~ he.~r. w_~s l _
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sound of my feet on lhe forest floor. The surroundmg silence was
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even see 1em· I tried lo imagine a black-lool 1e evt ·, ou · o d
me and I thought I heard him~ but maybe not. I .'.~a~me a
babbling brook thal slurped qmetly lo mark lhe pa~sa8.c of my
thoughts, but it soon returned. lo the silence. And I m JUsl now
seeing that my dreams are so stlly and unreal.
I don't km.i~v. But maybe you do.
I thought I dreamed that Rhodes was cool.
But it's really just a wet spot on my bed lhal I'll have lo
wash off later.
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�Why You Can't Buy
a Rubber on Campus
ECONOMICS
-by stay joviall
by dauid sears
I think it's a function of angularity, ya
know, in the sense of two things coming together
with a certain fixed relation between them.
Definitely there arc overtones of inundatory inanity
involved, in an essentially egregious mode of
comportment towards itself and us as a community
of people acting like students.
And Rhodes is a churchy place... religious
hangups hang out like Damoclean bad breath. Not
that I have a problem with D~mocles' breath, or
religion, or hanging things -- it's just that two
lines or this situationality don't seem to be at a
right angle when you think of that nasty little virus
running around out there. Yes, the administration's
lack of rational responsibility forces the
responsibility on our heads as students, but I
suspect some lessons should not be so potentially
costly.
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If I oNly HaD a GuNnnN.
by MlchAel AIAn LonG I
It'S LatE AnD DaNZig Is oN ...
IF I onLy Had A gUN.
TheN I'D Be DUNne.
ShE WouLD NoTICe mE.
And My fOOd WoUld Be hOT.
LifE WouLD BE mORe PG-13
I CoulD TeLL MY StoRIES And
ShOW My TatTOOs.
WiTh A BeeR And A gUN.
No mORe StAined GlaSS.
No MorE TiGHt JeANs.
"HeY maN, WhAT's UP?"
BOOM!
"WHAtaREYa'Ll uPtotONiGHt?"
BOOM!
"IS ThiS GoNNa be On tHe TeSt?"
BOOM!
"COulD yOu ThrOw me a zlmA?"
BOOM!
AIL ThEse TaTterED BaSEbaLL CaPS
AnD KaKKi ShORTs
AnDTevaS
AnD BoOMin' baSS
AnD IED zEPPlin Cds.
TheRE WouLD jUST bE PeaCe.
AndaLoT
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I DONT Bf OLD FASHIONED, MOM!
PRO·PHY-LAC-TIC PROLON· rs
. BETTER THAN PIG- BRISTLES !
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i get here?" Jack thought lo
himsc1f as he opcne<l one
• eye, only to be confronted
by an intense ray of light
penetrating through his
skull. He could only recall
i going to the l~rench
Ouarler the night before to
hc-ive a few d1·inks or
something. Hnt now he
found l1irnsclf slTetcl1e<.l
l out by the rive1· in an
j uuimaginaMe conclltion.
I His hair was knollecl up
' around a huge wad of gum
which was stuck to the
grouncl. His hocl y hacl
macle a bed for itself in a
! pool of vomit complete
! with a few barely <ligest. <~J
i hot dog wieners. He also
became aware of a moist
feeling in l1is right ear.
He yan.kecl the clump of
hair ancl gum from the
grouncl so as lo turn l1is
hea<l ove1·. A yellow liquid
slowly seepecl from his ear,
bearing a stril~ing
rese1nblance to urine.
"What have I done to
myself?" lie thought. He
glMwecl around at his
surroundings ancl
i 1111 nc<liatcly l1<.~<.~a111c
fixated on the waler. To
his~ .&..; '.!1_;~,~~.
amazement he noticed
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two cm ns dancing
eleganlly over tl1e river
together. "Okay iL makes
sense now, l'n1 clreatni11g.
AL least when I walw up I
won't have to contend wilh
hot clog infestecl vomit
clripping from my nose"
All of a suclclen a sharp
beam of light attacked l1is
retina from Lhe right. He
turned and saw the mosl
heautifnl human figure lw
lrnd ever <lirectecl his
vision towards. The
figure was a huge black
man possibly seven feel tall
with long wiry dreads aml
an enonnous black ancl
grey beard. The si.gl1 l was
so pleasing that Jack
forgot all about the
graceful emus. After a f cw
moments of silence Jack
askecl the beautiful man,
"\Xll10 are you, what is
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your nanie.
"I have no name, I only
l1ave a job."
"What is your job, sir?"
"First let me ask you a
question, wl1at clo you
think of money"
"I don't know, I just use it
when I want something."
"Money is undeserved
power, my brother."
"Ol~ay, so tell me what
your job is?"
"Different people refer to it
l1y <liffcrcnl names"
"\Vhat <lo you call i l?
The magnificent figure
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wlrnt l1a<J taken place since
he lia<l hecorne conscious.
I Je sloml up aml
aUemptecl lo orient
l1imsclf. I le sat on tlic
heuch hehiml l1im lo
cont:en1plat:e tllC recent
course of even t.s lie lrncl
experienced. He reachecl
in his back pocket ancl
pullecl l1is wallet out. All
of his money and crcclit
cards hacl hcen replacecl by
a. JiLtle canl rea cling "G ocl
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miKelong--junglestuffy
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I am nobody,
I shall be nothing
I come from nowhere
I am going no place
I have no reason for being here
My entrance was painful
I cried -- Others rejoiced
l'vly exit shall be miserable
Others will cry -- I will rejoie
Stretching between this beginning and end
Is a succession of sensation-None important
There was on]y one important event in my life
That was an affair I attended
Where illusion furnished the music
Folly was my dancing partner
And despair my escort home.
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The Rat's Ass, January 12, 1996, Volume 04, Issue 15
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This issue of The Rat's ass dates from January 12, 1996. Jhay Witherspoon has a dream that Rhodes will become cool one day. Stay Joviall brings up the problem of buying a "Rubber on Campus." David Sears however talks about economics. On the last page Eric Block gives a sad story of becoming nothing.
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Jhay Witherspoon, Stay Joviall, David Sears, Martin Fox, Eric Block, Mike Long, Dave Wells, Alan Reaux
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The Gravity Well
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by stay jov iall
"The problems define him. That is, they put him into
words and explain him. And explanation is a funny thing:
Darwin and the Bible both explain a lot. But this isn't about
God. Or Darwin. It is about the problems, which define
him. It is not that he wrestles with them, angst-ridden and
Byron-like, but that they breathe him into being, with voice;
breath, word, whisper, inflection, tone and timbre ... all
from the lips of the problems. And so his definition is not
written, but spoken, not static, but dynamic and transient: in
considering the logos constituitive of his being, one must
remember that he is the object of this genetive construction ..
.that the definition is not of him, but he is of the definition.
The definition yielded by his problems contains only a
few words, the most significant of which have lengthy
etymologies and are derived from a sidereal language of love
and hate.
The problems which define him also explain him.
Hence the problems think that they have a way to control
him, for with successful theoretical explanation comes the
possibility of prediction, and hence control. He would want
to argue that counterfactuals of freedom lack operative
conceptual validity, and hence their control over him is at best
inductive and at worst illusory. His problems would sit back
and smile at that: "See, you've just proved our point."
What do you think of that, Dr. Joy?" He paused , and
there was a silence in Dr. Joy's office like an airplane taking
off. The pencil Dr. Joy had been turning in his fingers as his
patient spoke crashed to the desk, and his old leather boot
face remained expressionless.
"Zat is a very interesting story." Only a slight vestige
of Bavarian accent, extremely articulate. "Perhaps you have
had flashes of insight, lately or. .. zomething else?"
I paused and lit a cigarette. You looked over the table
at me, the waiter hovered in the background. I watched him
over your shoulder. You thought I was staring at you to
make you uncomfortable. You do feel vague! y
uncomfortable.
You bite your lip for a moment. "What was Dr. Joy
talking about? Are you going to tell me what happened after
that?"
I exhale smoke in your face. "No."
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Xaft Minor :: Bently (t11e jeffersons)
Jhey Witherfunk : : Jimmy Washington (WBKotter)
Stay Jovial! :: Alex Keaton (family ties)
Gerritt Lagemann :: Jack ritter (3's company)
Dave Sears :: Arnold Drurrimonci (diff'rent strokes)
Mission Statement
THE RAT ' S Ass
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1s A PUNCTUATED
EQUILIBRIUM KALIBRATIO~~
INSTRUME~H
DROPPED AMONG THE GEARS AND COGS
OF TEMPORAL METAPHORS ABOUT THE
ETYMOLOGY OF THE EVOLUTION OF THE
ETERNAL
NOW:
AS SUCH IT IS PRODUCED
BY RHODES STUDENTS WHO ARE REPRESENTING NO OPINIONS BUT THEIR OWN.
IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH AN
ARTICLE, TAKE IT UP WITH ITS AUTHOR.
AND REMEMBER, AS PYNCHON POINTS OUT,
ONE MAY NEVER GET TO TOUCH THE MASTER,
BUT ONE MAY TICKLE HIS CREATURES.
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and rose, but pour he bails of shalt~r , g
white light upon 1ny head.
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rainbow from a piece of crystal ;,
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concrete walls.
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The The Rat's Ass, January 19, 1996, Volume 04, Issue 16
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This issue of The Rat's ass dates from January 19, 1996. The front page has Stay Joviall talking about the "Gravity Well." Jhay Witherspoon gives some needed advice while Gerrit Lagemann tells us about his Eight O'clock. On the last page Xaft Minor lists off things to object to.
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Reality Ill: Narrative of a narrative narratology Jl'/uinstrudil'll
building. Iola Jessop ragtime escalates. l3ou11ting values, lwisb
and darkness. Pushing inlo. Trcadc. Streams of lrcack.
Reality #2: I'm nol quite sure what is going on, bul there is this
gooey bump on my nose.
(enter 111idu.1ives in Lradiliunal 'l'aliilia11 reasanl gar fl, wlw Ul~I
rose petals 011 tile page and stage, and walk in ullt' a11ul/1e1 's url1il
like a sidaeal square da11ce)
Minorcalily II l.3: Whal lhe fm:k? I thought this wus the WVl'r
article. Say, who's writing this? Anu who arc you, anyway?
Surculily #1.4: orange cronmgma haughty flagellum grawling
vou11l pruuucn
Reality #1: Trcudc. GoJJamn. the lrcudl'. Opt·ralivl'
Jiversilies gdls in gu.11 polarity freeze gantry whiskstops gaunt
upgraues. treadl' welli11g oul of the earth.
Reality #2: Shaz.bul! I should have known it all along, you guys
arc WEIRD. Why JiJn'l you just say so in the first place? treacle
my inner thigh, guys. yuu slill shoulJn'l go arounJ slapping
boogcrs on other people/ s faces.
(exe1111L # 2, enter dogged arteries and ln·m l disease)
Minoreality 111.3 type B: Wlrnt's lrcadc?
Nonrealily:
Mirco-sur/supcr co11lroleJ/mcJia rcLllily lll " (<>.33333 repealing:
being vs. 11011-bcing? Is there nothing or lite liJtk of nothing? SenJ
answers care of RAT's ASS. Thankyou for you support.
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�The Rat's Assn• is a meager
attempt by your peers to do something creatiue and stimulating
instead of consumptiue and riddled
with not goingness. Into which
catagory do most of your personal
actiuities fall? This pseudo-publication
has no ties with R11odes College,
so if you take offense at the contents,
take it up with the author, and
·reassess your personal ualues/
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His breath comes in white plumes beneathe the street lamp,
hands buried deep in coat pockets,
stepping back and forth pensively, but not pacingThe other man approaches wordless,
extends a package while accepting a wad,
departs with a curt nod of coal eyes
The first man returns to his flat with the package
examines the contents on a stained coffee table:
Two men and a deck of cards.
The first man steps back and forth pensively,
hands buried deep in coat pockets,
breath coming in white plumes beneathe the street lamp.
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Lincoln Contine
by Jayzus Wilherfunk
Okay. That's it. I am going to start
kicking ass.
Those of you who know me know that I
can kick some ass, and ass·ldcldng will be an
endeavor which I am soon going to belabor.
Because I am pisscJ.
Those of you who arc acc.1uainlcJ wilh my
habils anJ pcrsonalily arc t1uilc aware of ils
explosive and l[Uile Jaunling charaderislics. You
know lhal I can be one pissed-off molherfucker,
and this time they have simply gone too far.
They have, those personality-less, buttsucking, thought-vacuumed sons of bitches,
actually mustered up the audacity, the pubescent,
match-stick humored gall, to ... no, you won't
even believe if I tell you. I mean I am PISSED
: OFFiii!! Anger Is seeping oul of my pores like a
· lhick slab of lasagna rage cooking in my belly,
and I can'l move wilhoul stirring up lhe smell of
il. IL clings lo my flesh like a cocoon.
And anyone who has seen a cocoon knows
that it's tough shit if you're in a cocoon and you
don't have the welders equipment necessary to
; penetrate its bonds. That's how pissed off I am
right now. It's all around me. I could rip out my
own tongue and throw it at my dog. My dog's
still happy. Baslard.
So lhese mulalion·induced freaks of
humanity, I don'l really know lhem (lhey mighl
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with. That's how audaciously inundated with
audacity these people have always been. They're
just twerpy little chunks of goo in a stranger's
- vomit.
And right now I, loo, could really blow
some chow because I AM PISSED!! My entire
system is a swirling swalh of ire spiraling toward
revenge. I am going lo starl kicking ass. Heard il
· , laere first, kids. Dr. Dealh is on the prowl and
nobody is safe but the squirrels because they're
hard to catch. That's it and that's lhal.
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going to be."
"You must quit saying things like that, or
your life will get strange.
Plus, I'll take away
your festive beer huggie and start callin g you
'spooge muffin. '"
"That's not fair. You look much more like a
spooge muffin than I do, and my beer huggie i s not
only 'festive,' but downright ROWDY . . . sucka."
"Hm. Your hair is on fir e."
"Hey!
Whoa! !
How'd you do that?
Hair on
fire sucks."
"I'm a: creature from a higher plane posing
as a human.
I possess abilities to distort,
create, manipulate, and pulverize any bit of that
tiny portion of the uni verse you call 'rea lity'
with the merest evil thought inflection.
That
makes you my bitch."
"I saw you put that lighter back in your
pocket, ass-hole. You're nothing but a big stinky
weener-ma . . . WHOA!! I feel different . . . You
changed me into a Buddhist monk!
Ah, the h armony
of it all!
Hold on.
You can't just show me the
way like that I
Part of the destination is the
journey itself .
. What the hell am I saying?
I'm a presbyterian!!
Would you please just leave
me alone, crazy dialogue partner?"
"Not quite yet."
"AH ! AH ! AH !
Oh, dear heavens and hot-dog
buns!!
Did YOU just make my penis twelve feet
long and extend my colon twelve feet beyond the
lip of my sphincter?
This is all getting r eally
weird."
"NOW you are equipped for LOVIN FROM AN
ALIEN.
Stand on your head.
The blood that will
rush to your head provides good lubrication. "
"No, man, I quit.
This shit has gotten too
weird.
Really, man.
No, don't DO that.
Wait,
a re you humming the theme song to MacGyver? What
the hell! ! !
It's too weird.
Where's my swiss
army
knife?
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Builder's
Song
Jay
I build things.
I'm a builder. My
hands are small and my face is slightly
tilted to one side, buL I have made objects
that are more beautiful than the scralch of
screaming itch.
I build.
I'm a builder. My mother
told me that my father left us because I was
too hard to care for as a baby.
I was a
sick, ugly baby.
But I built a shiny slar lhal wiggled
its way across the sky and whispered lo all
the animals and lold them why.
I was always picked lasl for kickball.
I have a club foot that smells bad most of
the time. Bul I built an inslrumenL Lhal
sings true songs and weeps Lears like senile
grandmothers .
. confused.
I build.
I have a speech
me spit when I Lalk.
when you look al me.
that goes through Lhe
minds.
impedimenl thaL makes
I look al lhe ground
But I buill a Lunnel
deep blue middle of our
My vision is poor and doctors Lell me I
won't live too much longer.
But I built a cry for all Lhe world,
who knows what iL hasn't known yel.
I can't swim and I'm afraid of beinq
alone.
But I built a way back from lhe place
we've been lost.
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read one another, for intent, meaning , for their
feelings ... hence people are texts
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reading,
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memorization There is also read;ng for fun ,
liesurely reading , that is, and reading of
necessity (like tax forms). It strikes me that t
eo le should be read in all of these ways a
~ne~irne or another, and that most often we
s/Jould read for comprehension.
LIFE is LIFE is eating is LIFE is DEATH is Life. If you can
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to another that I know better.
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my guiding principle of chanty I always try ~h
assume that they are saying something wo
~em~m?er the principles once spoken by a wise man. life
is. Life is ea~ing life. is De~th. Is it that bad? 1 really don't
think so. Smee this fact 1 established I will write a short
s
peom celebrating the existence of being.
it comes, it goes, but beautiful are its flowers
its rythym
its pattern
its inter-relatedness
its sensual, its pleasureable, its high
Come with me into the abyss and realize your dream
It's all within you and around you
read\ng.
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"There are many texts which I would .l ike to
.n wanted to for sometime, but which
read, hav1 g
wherewithal than I can rnuster on
warrant far more
demand."
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that had I had been hearing.in my
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and half listening to ~ou. Thus, I had
not really heard anything:
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eyebrows as youf0i1owlng some internal
like they wer~ od if all of everyone
~ythym. ~ ~nb~r:ome transcendental
is organiz ousand thousand varied .
pulse, a tdhb ts all co-calibrated into
tempos an ea .
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God incarnate
texts, and understanding what they were
saying. Reading for canprehension.
I exhaled a large drag and
interrupted: "The thing about solipsism
is that it's lonely . "
You responded: ''Yeah. That's why
I think the Buddhist idea of
eliminating the ego is so groovy."
"But do you really think, ... I
mean, well, how cool could that be, to
totally lose your ego? How happening
could not-being really be?"
You slung your backpack over your
shoulder, and looking back as you
walked off said "I don't know, but
t he re's more t o being a human being
than just being an ego . "
STA PH BOX
jay witherfunk- joomblaw!
r'bekka anderson - booph!
xaft minor - ITRRAA WLL! ! ! !
stay jovial! - chhk-uuuooowuhgawah?!
you - yikes!!
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peop~')tf~l eventually fig4re o~~ a . ~ay to
mak~~~~k dumb people's ignorance .
irrelevant.
So you, and you know who you are,
didn't come from a monkey. That's fine
and good. So the world is only ten
thousand yfi!a,~\l\~t9'l.d. ~ Whatever you say.
Scientis\~are bias~d because if the good
people o~ the world ·~new that the history
of the earth was incapsulated in one book
(THE Book)/·~h~f.1 .they [the sci entists]
would go out of business. You know, 't" , ..
that's quite insightful.
I believe you .
I am not mocking
you.
I am ser ious. But could you .,
·"please
just step into this box her e? It na~ been
engineered by scientist s who are
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completely un~u:r;-e . Qf, ¥hat the hell they
are doing. ¥Aft(~.~iitf.I· to put you in it and
shoot you into space, · ~~t you will
probably be all . .r.~~N: ~ ,Qecause you will
eventually hit £he e~ge of t he universe
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"Couldn't believe that shit! All those energy
locusts and perp fiends, man..... kk-razy."
Pepe pushed the wire brush in and out of the
barrel of his revolver with contemplative playfulness,
his mouth bunched up to one comer, his eyes
squinty. I lighted a cigarette and studied him
as he cleaned his gun. His tie was loose, twisted
slightly to one side. His dredlocks were pulled
back in a tight pony-tail.
I yawned, took a drag. "The frequencies
were all wrong. If those retro-matrices hadn't
opened on the slipback we could've gotten
: an anti-matter fix and regulated the relocation units."
I finger the remote control for a moment. Miles
was homing the first few bars of hotel from that
French film's soundtrack, so I turned it up.
Pepe shook his head violently. "Fuck that
shit! Naw! Fuck it! rm sick and tired of pulling for
the slack of all them clean-genes. Fuck them!" He
. jerked his wrist and the cylinder hopped into place.
He spun it and pointed at an imaginary target in
,, the distance. "P-kow. Dead."
Those to whom I am directing this
article wilk~·prol-.u~bly not read it. Even
i f they
they 'wlil not be easily
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McAlester is getting in two shipments next
Thursday. Bill told me--"
Pepe stood up and cut me off. "Yeh. Coo.
Has Susan given you those C'rravity Innublation seeds?"
He tossed the revolver on the love..seat. '.'That chick
been puttin me off for weeks. ({~ don't get the
seeds soon, we won't be able to harvest in time for
the Holocaust Jam this summer!" He walked to the
window and peeped out the blinds.
I snuffed out my cigarette and shrugged. "Dan
said we couldn't do it anyway. The pH of the Temporal
Agitaion Growing medium we've got just won't cut it."
I rubbed my beard and laughed. "That's okay though ...
I saw this cat last spring give a lecture on this crazy
shit called sideshadowing. It makes a lot more sense now. 11
Pepe turned, and a smile like Voodoo bile crept
up on his lean blackb~autiful face. "Don't tell Jennifer. 11
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VOLUME V
ISSUE 2
08 NOVEMBER l 996
To: Rat's Asi.® Readers
INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
>HOW ID BE POPULAR!
>WHAT ANDROIDS REALLYTI-llNK!
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AND SO MUCH MORE!!!
From: Jay Witherfunk
Re: Real World Penetration
Welp, it seems I'm a senior. And it seems that I'm about to
have to enter the "real world." I get letters in my mailbox every day
about grad school, potential careers, and flyers for seminars on how to
get the right message across while being interviewed (these seminars,
by the way, say things like, 'make sure you don't blow ass during your
interview, or at least no stinky ones') by future bosses, pimps, etc.
Frankly, it makes me sick.
"But Jay," you say, "however in the world can you make a
living without knowing things like the in's and out's of a business
office?" Arid my response is, "Why don't you fax me a blowjob?" Let
this memo be my official declaration of the fact that capitalism,
industry, McDonald's®, little damn symbols like® and™, and every
other effect of the agricultural revolution can kiss my enlightened ass.
I'd rather just LIVE than have to "MAKE a living." Maybe
I'm {.ynical and maybe I'm pessimistic about the way humans have
turned out, but there has to be something wrong with a world where
most people have to drink/ smoke/ poke themselves into a stupor just to
escape the fact that we live on an existential assembly belt with
David Hasselhoff and Mtv handing us our slop plates at the end of
the day (I'm surprised I'm not stinky-ripped at this moment).
"But Jay," you say, "I'm not like that, and you're not like that.
Why not see the good in society and praise its accomplishments?" And
my response is, "Yeah, you're right. We can hurl ourselves at insane
rates from one place to the next in search of the perfect all-beef patty.
We can blow shit up. We can get any kind of pornography we desire
off the Internet!! Hell, I'm surprised I'm not looking at a picture of
three nude women and a great dane right now!!!"
No really, there is lots of good stuff that we can do, but the
problem is that most people can see so much of the good, the fun, and
the diverting that they have trouble seeing how shallow most of our
lives have become. Su please just know that on the lip of your descent
into the quagmire, things are nut as they should be. Although it feels
good tu make lots of money and live like the gods, we still fart and die
like the animals we eat, so don't be fouled by the grandeur. There's
more to be had.
�Daily Meditations of a lost and delusional soul
(To be read in monotone thought patterns?)
By Scatty Dreadlock
It's a fine pistol: Sam had this
Cybergencticisl friend of his at Berkley
build it for him ... it's solar powered a~d
has a four inch barrel. You shoot
somebody with it and their limbic svstem
freaks out. resonates gnarly-groovcfrequencies through every cell in their
body. The person shot usually erupts into
an explosion of hepdancc gitdown, finds
their whole subsequent existence
dominated by rhythm, and has a ti"\ed
Passenger or Pilot
by stay jovlall
We are sitting on the roof of
Mitchell's cottage, smveying the surf as it
rolls in and does its thing, over and over
again. I am absorbed in the setting sun,
half-listening to Sam's nutty nihilistic
epistemolog1cal preoccupations. He is
cleaning his Phunkgun as he rambles.
I yawn, studying Lhe clouds. Sam
leans in close, hright teeth behind full
plum-colored lips whisper "Don't you get
it, man? Everything, all that is, is
arbitrarily so. In.finite arc the possiblities
of what could be, but we never really act
on the fact: all the movements which
transpire through us are in our
consciousness as what is. Because we are
locked in our given (not chosen)
interpretive framework, we can't fathom
what those other possibilities are ... because
the ,.-ery materials of which those
possibilites are comprised lie beyond us."
I yawn. "That's defeatist and
unnecessarily cynical. And who cares,
~myway? We aU stilt have to have jobs
and pay taxes and bills." My dismissive
half-rcponse doesn't deter Sam, who is
now running a co-calibrating reciprocity
rod in and out of the barrel of the
Phunk un.
odor of super-dank herb continuallv
waiting from their eyeballs.
Sam pulls the rod oul of the balTel
and twirls it in his fingers. "Why does
everyone seem to believe they are free,
acting on the basis of rational dcliheration,
choosing their course in life?" His tone is
ponderous, full of genuine wonder. ··1
mean, where do people get this idea that
because \-Ve have consciousness and
culture, that because we're the smartest
animals on the block, we arc ontologically
unique and distinct from all the other
organi~ms on this planet. Humans are
animals, for chrissake ... what is the basis
for the ubiquitous misconception that
while other animals' actions are
determined and logrithtnically predictable,
we ourselves are free, uncontrolled by
genetic disposition and environmental
conditioning?"
"Probably our need for selfrespect, our inescapable anthropomorphic
drive. It's also tangled up in centuries of
moral rhetoric which has to presuppose
human freedom. I don't know Sam...
people are frightened of the idea that they
may just be machines, that their
consciousness is .a passenger and not a
pilot, that their sense of self is some kind
of illusmy construct tacked onto these big
convoluted chunks of grey matter as a
helpful afterthought."
Sam shrugs. "Aw, hell ... does it
matter? Let's go swim.ming."
i am a creature
i am a happy creature
i beat myself over the noggin because· i
find it pleasure inducing
the instrument i use to beat myself with
is a blender
when the blender is plugged in it goes
t
"w hrrrrrrrrrrrrr"
i like my blender
my head often becomes soar
sometimes it even bleeds
mother cries when it bleeds
i tell her: "don't worry mother"
i think: "shut the fuck up bitch"
i want to beat my mother over the
noggin with my blender
that way she would understand
when my head hurts i eat pills
pills make me feel good
i like feeling good
4
six months later
my mother died
she died of serious head wounds
before she croaked, i fed her some pills
because her head hurt
she died smiling
Ross G.--Memphis Mook
Chavez--Silver Haze
Kieenith Spanky--Jack Herer
~ay Wit~erfunckengrooven---G-13- Government Issue
. . tay JoviaJ--Alaskan Thunderfuck
Suzy--Shiva Skunk
Matty Scatty Dreadlock.--Purple Kush
Matt Gore--Schwiggity Schwagg
�You Make Me Sntoke
by ross gohlke
Don;t take this personally
but your life looks exactly
like a color-by-numbers
nightmare
with crayons outside the lines
and you don't understand why
I chose drugs over Jesus
because you're already dead.
Life smells like motor oil.
You act like you've forgotten
how to smell
the dirty things in your midst.
Somehow you've learned to
look through the unpleasantries
sautered to homesteading and
Jove.
I cherish chicken fried steak
more than my salvation
and every day of my life
wears its own crown now.
For all their ignorance
druggies have acute values
r
descending from the Christ of the
Cross
after he ascended from the
bowels of democracy.
You should be drooling with
envy
because the Labor of History is
serious
and morals are not.
The difference between us boils
down to this:
1 don't expect to convince you.
The Art of Letting Go does not
interfere
with the Art of Belief.
You're hung on the Concept of
• Principle
d bv the odd· of
and overwheb:ne '
addiction.
you look clean m is full of junk·
but your bedroo
I believe
{
every }ustiftcation o
righteousnes; a scheme of
is an excuse or
prosperity
without weal~Alcoholic Myth is
The Protestan
alive
b" doing drugs
and undone ' .
among other things.
the hard stuff when I'm
I smok e
sore
from losing.
mark.
It hurts to make a
Crack Will Have Your Nose
By Kleenith Spanky
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"Whazuup Will?"
"Nothin' much fellas, just passed by to do some
chill in'."
"Yea, its good to see ya man. Who is your friend
here?"
"Oh, hey guys this is Jim. I thought I would bring
him over to hang out for a while."
Will is an interesting character and everyone is
at least tolerant of him. The only drawback to
having him around is his obnoxious tendency to
bring over these chump friends of his who
couldn't distinguish jinky crust rim from low
grade shi t if their life depended on it. Will
knew why we would gather together in the
evenings but it didn't stop him from bringing his
loser friends around.
"A-ite, you fellas ready to set aside the bullshit
and get down to business?"
Chabloober (this is just what everyone liked to
call him) immediately piped up, "I'm all about
sniffin some good rim." This was the moment
Charlie was eagerly awaiting.
"Hey Chabloober, I got some shit back here that
will tum your nibbles green."
Charlie then said with pride, "I haven' t wiped
in two weeks and have s tuck to a strict diet of
roughage and espresso the whole time."
"Let us.get to it my friend." said Chabloober with
anticipation.
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''Thal a boy. Once you get a whiff of ll~1s shit
~6-~ you'll never turn back." claimed Charlie rather
proudly.
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..,,_,.,._v~ Jim bashfully placed his nose near Charlie s nm
and began to take a small whiff. All of a sudden
Charlie' s cheeks surrounded Jim's nose and wilh
one swift movement snapped it right of his face.
Blood poured from Jim's face as he screamed and
1 tried to pull his nose off of Charlie's crusty rim.
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ir1sta1itar1eous. Aberrations from the r1onnahve system ol
thought are the soui responsibility ol each article 's
respective author/progenitor/master/lovertbarber. if you
have a problem or a beef or a metaphysical query in regard
to an article, please eat enough beans to project yourself
into outer space and then contact the said author/etc.
Have a ocldamn bitchin da .
Charlie proceeded lo drop his pants, bend over
and spread his cheeks. Chabloober lodged his
It nose in the proper area and took such a big whiff
I. that he burst a blood vessel in his forehead. He
then sat back content as he could be.
"Man, l forgot what I had been missing. Its been a
while since I've hit some rim like that." Since
@., most of us have a job or go lo school its hard to get
the real potent buildup. The smell usually gives
one away.
1
"Hey Jim, come over and try this shit. You are in
luck, we haven't had anything like this around
' in a while."
Jim responded rather timidly, "You aren't serious
are you?"
~ The tone in lhe room immediately changed as
"-., everyone began harassing Jim for his inability lo
hang with the group.
"What's the matter Jim? You afraid?"
"No man, I just don't feel the need to."
Everyone continuously harassed Jim until he
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not quite you
hollow and pure
murky so clear
tremors awaken
dead no sleep
mudslide
eyes quiver
masks & prisms
nonchalant so surreal
razor smoothness
leaves airborne
corpses no feathers
nucleus
frozen blanket
birds need
no downy softness
noise black smoke
warmth aborted
hollow womb
Gross Misinterpretation of existentialism
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Today belongs to only you. Tomorrow never exists. Yesterday is but a dream. Why
does Reality seems to lose a grip on itself? What is there to hold on to? What
should we believe to be real? These are but musings in the greater realm of seeing.
Shall we all remain in light, or succumb to the nasty misfortunes of being unto
death. There is no reason for pessimism in a world which allows for orgasm, extacy,
and pure consciousness. Go forward without looking back on that which cannot be
changed. Continue with that which benfits all mankind. Remove superficiality
and restraints in order to pruify one's Being. Don't let the choas cause pain-overcome, surpass, and believe in that which you value most. Rely on your wits,
Puff the Dank, control your mind.
Exitentialism can be liberating once you realize your pface in the cosmic
order--don't become bitter. Become Free.
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The man stood looking
down al his leg, grinning. One
hand poinled lo his knee, the
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waving. He was yelling.
He said, "Behold, you
people, the grealesl knee ever
lo have carried a man. Behold
il and weep al it's grandeur.
Laugh al the magnificence that
oozes from ils fibers. Know lhat
right now you are witnessing
lhe peak and goal of lime itself
as you behold lhe greatest kne~
in the universe!!!!!"
People walked by,
people with more sense than
lhis man, and pitied him. He
was held in a standing position
by a pair of crutches and the
gray wall behind him, because
one of his knees was swollen lo
the size of a small cantaloupe
wilh a malignant tumor. He
had never had such a massive
·lumor of lhe knee before. He
didn't know what lo do or how
lo read, and it seemed a waste
of time and energy to groan or
beg for change, so he decided
lhal his knee, by far lhe largest
knee he had ever seen, must also
be the greatest knee ever lo
exist. But you musl feel sorry for
lite man when you see him, and
smile at him and his knee, the
greatest 011 earth.
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Volume V, iSSue 3
JAn. 24, 1997
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black kidskin covered finger like a ruthless metronome.
"Defcnistration is nol an option."
I looked across the flawless shiny rectangle from my leather chair. I lit a cigarette and
slowly inhaled before I spoke lo the hunched figure across from us.
"The neuro-pallern reading gave us some very interesting information, Mr, Superchunk."
My voice was Hal and even except for the emphasis I placed on the name. I held my level
gaze al the now twitching man.
"Yes. We do know. The DNA samples have proven my original hypothesis. You see,
Mr. Superchunk, we'vcw been on lo you from Leh slarl. And I must tell you that your elimination.
is something I have l<x>ked forward lo for quite some lime now. "
The gangly man's etherealy pale skin glowed under the glaring lights. He shuddered as I
swung my patent leather txx)l off of the table and slowly rose from my chair. I strolled deliberately
toward him, pausing only lo slub oul my cigarelle i lhe cul-glass ashtray lo my right.
As I approached lhe not-long-for-this-world Mr. Superchunk, my boss flipped open her
cell phone. She spoke only lwo words in her crisp British accent before snapping the phone shul
with a dick that rang as distinctly as my boot ht.-els on lhe polished marble floor.
"CUC 148."
AL this signal , the lights faded lo a reddish-gold. I bent from the waist and stared directly
intol he scaled Mr. Superchunk's eyes.
"I think it may be Li.me lo gel religion," I purred into his ear.
Electrified steel doors on either end of the room whirred into a low hum.
"Any lasl requests, Mr. Superchunk?" I demanded ironicaly as I leaned in closer. His nose
was pamllel to my cleavage.
I noticed beads of sweat roll like tumbleweed from his temples.
''No.,,
He spat oul lhe words, trying to meet my eyes, but his line of vision was fixed on the
space between my breasts.
With a heaving breath, Mr. Superchunk tried to explode from his chair and burst lolhe.
door, I grabbed his left cltx)\v and with a flick of the wrist, snapped his arm in half. My tx)ss
sneered from across teh room as she slowly stroked the Doberman al her knee.
Mr. Supcrchunk crumbled lo the floor as I dipped chrome cuffs lo his wrists and ankles.
This was almost loo easy Lo be fun. My boss pressed a glowing bullon on the arm of her chair. I
grabbed Mr. Superchunk by the neck and shoved him backwards against the wall. The chrome
cuffs fil into eleclrornagnelic dips and he was stuck like a fly, whimpering and sweating.
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earwax of the narrow spatiotemporal
nether-dimension
goes
after the
grounded- metaphysical
Q-tip provides it meaning though
use, namely, clearing the
convoluted pathways or our
auditory canals'!
If metaphor ts
the only true art, then the Q-tip
should ri val anything Keats so
boldly an d spontaneous! y creates.
The Q-tip shou ld set a standard for
modern thought insofar as it
should be applied to every
discipline's discourse in an etlon
to clear away the bullshit, you dig?
By the way, the earwax ? It goes to
that place or never-end ing
lubricati on--that mighty and
prophetic land of evaporated KY
and empty cans of metaphysical
WD-40 .
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I can't say quite as much for it.
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The Strategic Etymology,
entry 7.03
by stay jovial!
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Emplicity is the underlying principle of
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the overarching locus of Metafrolic, and yet,
despite the increasing demand for extrinsic
omissionary refroth, it is still best understood
by assessing the surrounding branches of its
conceptbush. I here present a three-level
approach to beginning to grasp emplicity,
beginning with the relational quantalities of the
1 root "emp." I will then offer an explicative
non-recursive exploratory fruxit (elemental and
beyonding-inclusive), and conclude with
general prescriptions.
What branches stem from ''emp?"
Donner's Elusivity/Heteroxity Principle points
us first to empathy. Traced to the German
einfUhlung (..in-feeling"), which derives from
the Greek empatheia, empathy speaks of the
capacity to enter into emotional
harmony/understanding with an Other.
Employ means broadly "to use," and is
from the French employer. Emplicity is not
used, but in the best of circumstances one is
used by emplicity.
Empty is "with nothing in it,
unoccupied, or totally without." Empty must
be the vessel; blood flows though the vessels;
blood is the river of life; the river of life can
only be traversed with an empty vessel.
Empire and empirical also figure into
this analysis in the most obvious connection.
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fruxits are a hot topic in
S~rategy Cnt ~hese days. Whether you side
I/
with A~togemc Netherthugs in their posthumarust parametaphysicality, or with the
Ontogenic Conceptual Stuntmen with their
intransigent conviction in the antiloco, there is
no escaping the fact that antinomies inevitably
undermme the current cyptozoologist' s
plasticity. If one is willing to grant the obvious
to the unbegged in a world of nons and
growing froat, its not a far leap to
thund~~i~ing both beekeepers and proponents
of ant1truxit theory. This consideration when , ·
held against a background of Miles Davis' Blue / ::
·
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in Green, ~d gr.asped on Darwinian grounds,
makes the msert1on of a f ruxi t unnecessary,
because you the reader are already thinking
about (ensnared by) the gist of fmxitivity.
. I .now conclude with general (emplicit)
prescnpt1ons.
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3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
Drink perverse amounts of water.
Laugh. It is your only salvation.
Devour each moment.
Embrace struggle, Jove pain.
Garlic: 3 cloves/day
Be autonomous.
Wonder, look, aspire.
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You wonJer where your will ran off Lu anJ ~uck un your canJy ri11t;,
loukin!:J fur an entrance into lhe cunver~atiun:, malleJ lo the wall~.
Every One is making love Lu the barlenJer who wears
an expression of unJistingui:,heJ linguistic exploilalion.
"I useJ to live ac..:ross the trac..:ks," you c..:arefully pretenJ, nol wanting
to seem needy. Every One ignores you bec..:ause
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This issue of The Rat's ass dates from January 24, 1997. The front of this issue has a story written by Jhay Witherspoon called "Growth." Chavez has an article on the "Creation of the metaphysical Q-tip." Stay Joviall gives us the "Strategic Etymology, entry 7.03." On the last page Ross Gohlke tells us why "Life is simply the opposite of File."
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ASS STRENGTH
There's No Going to
Town in Bathtub, or,
How to Endlessly
Enjoy the Fracture of
Narrative.
b~ 1'\1'rtin
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Tomorrow's leaders
Edward Gorey's
phantasmagoria
consists of parodies of
Victorian children's
literature, adopting a
darker version of
Lewis Carroll's antididactic strategies.
His The Raging Tide:
or, the Black Doll's_
Imbroglio uses the
form of Choose-YourOwn-Adven ture children's novels in
which -the reader is
pn:~sented with a
degree of control in
linking passages
together through
directed pageturning.
1 one sciens
tific answer to that idiotic Freudian
mumbo jumbo .
are busy tonight
The form of
the text, then, is
potentially different
with every reading.
Each page consists of
a sentence _
ac-companied by two choices_
_and page-ilirectives
a._11d a drawing
illustrating the
action. Thus, if you
find Hooglyboo's
cramming Eighash
inside a vase elev€!",
you are instructed to
turn to 11,
continuing the
narrative. If, on the
other hand, all this
seems too terrible to
contemplite, you
turn to page 29,
send.ing_everyone
joyously to an early
grave and ending the
story. In some
readings, two to four
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of the protagonists
will assault one
another with
domestic objects until
the end, with possible
excursions to the
Dogear Wryde
Topiary Gardens or to
illuminatory passages
on turnips and
prunes.
The control, in
the forms that Gorey
satirizes~ however, is
somewhat illusory,
an4.as_ is traditional
in children's literature, is designed to
impose codes of
''common'' sense._ and
morality ,-as death of
the reader (the ending of the narrative)
can result from
choices deemed
"wrong'~ by the
author. Gorey
subverts this by foregrounding the
manipulativness of
the genr.e and
pointing towards the
implicit codes-of
morality in the
choices offered. One
act of attempted
senseless violell€e
leads to another, with
little s€Ilse of order
other than_that
Linposed by the
reader's choices. The
implication, then, is
that such · systems are
arbitrary and
therefore without
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Well, another school year
is underway, and you're a
senior, right?
R: Right.
r: I should mention that I'm
not conducting this
) interview because I
•. ·?:; personally find you very
D:a..: interesting, but you are a , ,.
-~ pretty visible person on .
1.,,. campus this year, not
-;' necessarily visuallyR: I live off campus, but I hav
a meal ticket.
r: What I mean is that
because of some of the
things you're involved in
this year at Rhodes our
readers might like to know
a bit more about you.
R: You have readers? ·
r: I know you are a
sometimes contributor to
the Rat's Ass. What are
some of your worthwhile · · -~ :i.
extracurricular activities? -~ '¥
R.: Actually I'm about the only _-:-'
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good thing the Rat's Ass
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,:::has going for it this year,
.
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but don't print that. I'm
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also an officer in the Wool '
Socks, Rhodes' only
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double barbershop quartet. r _ .
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Maybe not for long. There ~
is a group of about 20 or
so young women forming
a group called the Silk
Stockings.
Obviously derivative and
doomed to failure with a
name like that.
What's wrong with being
derivative? Do you think
thatyour group is original? _ _ __,
Don't get me started on
the epistemelogical
problem of mimesis. I'm in
Contemporary Continental .
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concurrently.
Then you don't use big .
words that you don't
know the meaning of
yourself.
R: How do you know I
don't know?
Have you noticed how
often the word "you"
has come up in this
interview so far?
You started it.
Isn't this interview just
a weak excuse to force
your megalomaniac
over-self-important ~elf
onto the freshmen and
other unsuspecting
members of the Rhodes
community?
Actually, I was.going to
ask you the same
question. Incidentally
the Wool Socks are '
l~oking for gig_ _ any
s of
kmd. So while we're on
the subject, if anyone in.
your imaginary
.
audience has a' need for W"i -.
an over-talented, underworked double "
barbershop quartet,
they can send DECMail
to GOHSR. , ,;
The Rat's Ass does not
participate in· such
blatant displays of selfpro~~tion ~q free 2;:3· ::..gfift:ibtftV~
publicity.
COSMO TRON .. . 0
Your idealism would be .
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admirable except that I r-~.
happen to know that
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you don't have anything ~. 7'
else to print this week. :':.i '
How do you know that? '.!"'
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~ACID
YOUNG ~~~~hi~~PERSONf~ ELECTRODE
Christina Huntington
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Last Saturday morning, a strange thing
riappened. At about 1 I :20 that
morning, m toes slithered from under
v
.....-=,...... the covers to make their f1 rst contact
~-111 of the day with the little piece of
carpet by m bed. I was immediately
y
alarmed bv the sharp crunch I felt.
which brought to mind tt1e
haH-squished roach I had seen on tne
bathroom tile the night before. When I
drew m foot back , however. I didn't
v
ifind a six- legged v1sitor , but a small
\greenish fragment of something,
mavbe a shell. I kicked it out of the
way, figuring it was easier to let it.
bioCJegrade in some corner than to
actually pick it up When I walked
over to my sink , I pinched my fool
again , and this time bothered to study
what this annaying little thing was. It
turned out to be a piece of acorn. Later
I found another fragment lodaed in the
inch-thick sole of mv shoe like the last
kid hiding in a game of hide and seek. 1
Just left it there.
Three years ago, during my first
semester at Rhodes, I spent about 45
minutes of one wonderfully chilly dav
sitting outside with too little clothing
on. I was waitng for a friend with
whom I have long since lost contact.
but at the time we were close and he
was rn town. We had set a time for him
lto pick me up, but he was chronically
late, and even though I knew this. I
kept expecting him to drive up the next
minute. so I stood outside Bellinorath
in mv skirt and t-shirt inst~ of
running inside for a jacket. It would
only be a few more minutes, I kept
telling myself as my fingernails grew
steadily bluer. If I went back to m
y
room for even a minute, my friend
might drive up and, not seeing me
there, think he was in the wrong place
and leave. Besides, it was startino to
feel good out there. Something about.
that kind of cold can clear the mind,
m
ake you especially aware of
·38nsations, make you realize that you
are, in fact , alive. The air had that
fresh smell you notice in the fall , but
of radioact_ve onlv when vou first wal ~ outsidP """rl
i
would be dropped intcf the river, throwing out rolling mists
enemy cou_d spray which would destroY'·irtually all life within the mile circle sh own above.
l
!\o wonder th e;;e weddings are
more of a fa rce t han a reality and
n ever last.
Your picture of Janet Leigh and
Jerry Lewis is the mo;;t horrible, vulgar picture I h ave eYer seen in any
111agazine.
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it m
ade the shadows sharoer and
deeper. I think the thrnQ I noticed m
ost
that dav was that each time the wind
blew , it wouM ram dull orown acorns
They crackled against the pavement,
pricking m ears with their sound and
y
sometimes knocking agamst my head on
the wav down. It was as if it were
sleetina. I told m friend about it
v
when h-e finally got there. and he said
that the sairrels had probably been
throwing acorns at me. I thought he
was a little paranoid.
That little acorn fragm in my shoe
ent
told me som
ething. A week I've been
ll
noticing that they've started falling
aoain. I went home toc:tav , and when I
walked up m driveway' they were
y
crunching underfoot. The birds aren't
smging at night anymore. Pretty soon
the beetles will be crawling in to die.
Last vear , the Voorhies stairwell was
littered with little half-alive beetles.
They would crawl around for a little
while then just give up and sit there,
even if you poked at them. I eventually
gave up trying to make them keep
moving. It was fall, their time to die
So, what is my point in talking about
all of this? I guess it has som
ething to
do with the idea that som
etimes, small
things speak with more authourity
than one would expect. E though the
ven
heat is still beating the hell out of me
these days, I'm looking for those little
details that hold the promise of fall .
Looking out over the playground,
she thinks, He's been a bad boy again.
one cup flour
I w
as so cl ose .
two eggs
He deserves to be punished, again .
one cup mil k
So close.
one tsp. vanilla extract
Your cover of Janet Leigh is utterI should call his father.
ly disgusting.
one cup sugar
She might call Dad .
a pinch of sal t
But his father is never home .
preheat oven 350 °
But Dad is never heme.
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FANTASTIC WEAPONS
StaffB~
D. Ghosh
R. Gohlke
J. Oliphant
C. Huntington
M. Fox
J. Stovall
C. Schafer
My blo od pressu re hasn't returned
t n n;1nn;i\ ..: i11r1•
~('Pill~ J a ne1 LPi!!h's
Bengali Bruiser
Cogent Boy Wonder
Barney's Bane
Sangria Christy
Vulpine News Hound
Muscular Dystopia
Sans Cerebrum
W
aterproof Plug
Automotive Plug
�Movie Review
A couple of weeks ago i went to see a
:1ellow drama at the orpheum. It was
hat movie, umm, easy rider, and i
bsolutely hated it. It was funny,
nough. I liked natural born killers.
Restaurants of Midtown
I had better not name this restaurant
•
ecause i fear lawsuits like the plague.
\nyway, it is in midtown, i was there
he other day, and i saw a roach. It was
·ery very disgusting. I will say,
hough, that the food was good. Quite
ood.
Memphis Night Life
Pool is fun and there are some good
estaurants. Reading is fun but you can
o that in any town or city. Or rural
rea.
The People
It's like anywhere, i guess; some
oeople are nice, some are pretty mean.
m pretty normal so i don't have to
lke a lot of sh-t.
Other Things
I for one am having great difficulty
·ying to find good criteria that
istinguish art and science from each
ther. I feel that art probably means a
rocess we don't understand because it
; so complex or is obscured by blights
f ignorance in the fabric of our
:iphisticated but certainly not
ltimately sophisticated conceptual
:ameworks. So really I think that
oing art and doing science are the
ame except that in one case it's much
1ore obvious to us what we're doing. I
ould go on and on about this until i
1aybe made some sense but i won't.
Why
And i'll tell you why i won't. It's
ecause i'm apathetic and my powers of
oncentration are laughable. I'm
ctually laughing right now. And i
lame mtv for my laughter, even
Jough watching it never makes me
i ugh. I honestly don't mean to sound
itter. Probably just too much coffee.
:spresso, even. I'm always into the
1test fad.
Religion
I love to talk, read and think about
iat phenomenon people have· named
religion." Religious people can be so
1otivated! Much more so than you
nd/or i probably usually are.
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being cynical and probably also quite I-flippant is the true mark of a person
with a healthy(not as in "health" but as
in "definitely there in a menacingly
flourishing way") sense of humor.
Because and i know this is obvious
there are just so many more things and bigger, more important things that the cynical and flippant person is
having humor over.
Well
Well, i need to go. I enjoyed talking
to you.
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The Rat's Ass, April 18, 1997, Volume 05, Issue 06
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This issue of The Rat's ass dates from April 18, 1997. This issue of the Rat's Ass is the goodbye to seniors addition. On the front page Jhay Witherspoon says goodbye and how the "universe is as universe does." Stay Joviall gives us a list of Emotivity Nuggets. On the last page Chavez and Rebecca Anderson give us a recipe for Discursive Ontology.
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