Saturday, November 20, 2004

The History of Za, Part III

Well, no-one bit, but I'll try it out anyway, since I'm still positive that no one will be able to take my crown on this one.

"Most Out-There, What the Fuck?! Joke Ever To Be Told During a Show", anyone? (Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough...)

Past Za blogging endeavors IV

Peter can draw characters well. [Post in comments, due to length.]

Friday, November 19, 2004

Roster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

One thing that might be easy to get the historical ball rolling would be to just keep track of who the hell has been in the group. I'll start with the years I am familiar with, by induction year:

1995:
Emily Christiansen
Jon Kravis
Fred Licon (dropped out spring '96)
Jeff McMahon
Dave Taylor (took a year off)

1996:
Sadruddin Chandani
John Magary

1997:
Ben Cooper
Betsy Spear
Rob Trumbull

1998:
Lucas Peterson (dropped out - or did he just leave the college?)
Elizabeth Baker
Jason Greenberg (dropped out)

Project for the Young Ones

Toby Miller makes an excellent suggestion for a post. Why don't the young-ish participants on this blog relay the myths they have heard about the group's origins. Sort of an inter-generational game of telephone.

I attempted to do something similar, expecting people to correct my obviously extreme version of events, but it never happened (perhaps because people like Dave Allen and Melanie Daglian and Dirck Fuller haven't weighed in yet). At any rate, if you were around for the 1995 reunion (Rich and Felipe were the youngest), you definitely aren't allowed to participate. Current members are ideal.

Past Za blogging endeavors III

In today's episode of past Za blogging, Pete describes his use of google and the words that google uses to discover his blog. The post seemed appropos given my use of Google caches to reclaim his comedy. [Once again, text is in the comments.]

A Sense of Where You Za, or The History of Za, Part II

The very first words entered on this blog by the estimable Wicked Winch of the Midwest were "This is an experiment", so I feel that I'm not veering too far off track by asking if anyone other than me is interested in taking a more perspective-based approach to assembling Za history as an alternative to the wonderfully joyful, yet now difficult to keep up with and likely with diminshing returns and a shorter shelf life than we might imagine, anecdote-based version. By this I mean (and pardon me for getting a little academic here, but I'm a geezer and we did all go to Williams, after all) a history comprised of opinions and statistics, patterns and dialectics, questions and even some counter-factuals, not just a nailing-down-the-slippery-facts chronicle, but a rational, perspective-based history. It seems a real strength of the blog that, because of its unparalleled interactivity, it can create a real history out of the many oral histories by giving instant access to all viewpoints everywhere. And since we have a limited (but growing) number of participants our data set as it were can be manageable, more reflective and perhaps even useful to all the newbies watching and to come. Plus, in a sort of Bill James-ian "stats for the hell of it" way (about which I'm sure the Wrecking Ball has plenty to say should anyone ask him), it could be fun. And, in the ultimate task of the historian, it might even do some serious revisionist debunking, e.g. the Comedy Despot's feared Viking Ethos? In the opinion of someone who actually co-led it (Wreckin' Ball and I flipped for the role of co-leader with Randy and I won -- fact), though that was certainly true of Randy's treament of himself (and maybe Ragin'), it was not nearly as fearsome as it has since become in the collective memory, it did produce some great comedy and was probably necessary at a time when our ranks had been diminshed by purges, graduation, desertion and junior years-abroad (Of course, from a more conspiratorial viewpoint, which every history should have just a tiny dose of for style points if nothing else, there is the Theory of Wrecking Ball's Hidden Hand, a dark musing which cuts against that story, to consider when inspecting the power struggles of '90-'91 -- just such an exhumation, too lengthy to explore here, would be perfect for this endeavor.)

Of course such a thing isn't free from peril, both mundane and not so. It'd certainly be less funny and convivial, more typically Bloggish and less welcoming to the spastic maunderings that we, with our surfeit of bleary-eyed 3 am postings, generate ( honest kersey yeas and russet noes, Mr. Rubin, kersey yeas and russet noes...), thus inviting pompousness and pretension . Plus, I would hate for anyone to get their feelings hurt if they learned that they were, by wide acclaim, responsible for, say, the worst joke ever told in a performance (though if anyone does, I can always salve whoever's wounded pride with tales of my own, unquestionably Most Out-There, What-the-Fuck!? Joke Ever Told in Performance.) Neither would I wish it to be an arena for credit-grabbing and chest-pounding (though I don't think that would be too much of danger since we've already survived the fairly substantial amount of credit-grabbing and chest-pounding so far tendered and we all know enough about comedy to know that nobody gets anywhere by trying to say who's funnier -- unless we're talking about other groups, in which case all gloves come off). But I think if we remember that we're all friends here and exercise some restraint, we can come up with some really cool stuff. For example: what were the deepest crises in Za's history? What were the greatest triumphs? What were the tightest groups in Za history? What were the loosest? (Think of the pin-striped professionals of the Yankees as opposed to the self-acknowledged idiots of the Red Sox for those two). Plus, I'm sensing a desire from at least some quarters for some hard, statistical data. I myself would love to have each configuration of Za broken down, as much as is possible, into some basic stats -- male/female, Jew/gentile (was that ever what it was said to be? Enquiring minds want to know...) Div I/DivII/DivIII majors, titties cummed on/titties not cummed on...you get the drift. Not only would this not be exclusive of anecdotes, but it might steer them to a more coherent point and even generate some forgotten ones. For example: I had never heard all those crazy "Uncle Ray" stories about Jesus and Mach II (which the Four Freshman of '91-'92 were called by their elders, in a tip of the hat to Spinal Tap) and it got me to thinking whether the Za had ever had the senior and four sophomore configuration (let alone a returning senior) -- that's a dynamic that I think is unique in Za history: what kind of comedy did that generate? What stories came from it?

Such a task could obviously go on forever, but I don't think so. The project would have an obvious kill date with the reunion and it'd give us a naturally rising sense of expectation as the date grew closer, thereby preventing the early peaking that the current wholesaling of stories and good cheer might provoke. The finished project, in electronic, or conceivably some bound, perhaps handsomely, version, paid for collectively by the alums on an ability-to-pay basis, could be our summary gift to the current group as a thank you for hosting us and carrying on the banner. It could perhaps revive the idea that I tried and rather spectacularly failed to achieve in the last reunion (actually some mid-90's alum renuion, I believe), that of the Comedy Endowment, only with the group's ever-evolving history being the true gift rather than the copy of William Shatner's "The Transformed Man" that I attempted to foist on the bewildered then-current members. And such a task could itself become that most sustaning of all endowments: a tradition. For every 5-year reunion or however it pans out, a new volume could be compiled in the same fashion prior, revising older histories and incorporating new ones (which would happen naturally as older members become less able to participate due to family/work preoccupations, fraying memories and, let's be real here, death start take their toll and the still fizzing recent grads take over). It'd be a new volume each time, the interplay between them being the means whereby all future generations receive, with apologies to Whitney Stoddard r.i.p. , a sense of where they Za.

If this is to work at all, though, it'd need lots of participation, so I'm throwing this out there mostly to see if anyone's interested. I thought about making a separate blog for it and can still do so, but, in classic Za tradition, I'd probably fuck up the tech on it (which Winch so worthily hasn't on this), so I figured I might as well start here. And if it's a blog (and Za), I might as well end here: comments?


Initiation Stories

The poster below immortalized the class of 1997.

3 Seniors

You might ask why were we dressed up so strangely. The answer is that we were on our way to initiate Sadru and Magary. In the comments section, I will relate some of my favorite initiation stories. You should do the same (see Ben Cooper's run in with security).

Thursday, November 18, 2004

House keeping

The blog is only a few days old and I have never managed a blog before, so there might be some rough spots. I've added a lot of HTML code to the template to give us added functionality. One piece lists recent comments on the site. The other provides a place for people to make smart ass remarks chat room style. Both hacks will slow down the site. Let me know if it is a problem.

A little feedback on the site would be useful for me. If you have suggestions or encounter problems, let me know in the comments section. I could also provide instructions on things like posting pictures or creating your own posts, if you like.

History of Za Part I

Well, I figure the Combo Za blog is as good a place as any to recapitulate the group's history. With Wreckin' Ball, The Despot, Zog's Documentarian, and Goose on board, we should be able to provide a pretty detailed storyline. Maybe we can even entice Dave Pasty Allen and Melanie Daglian (of unknown nickname) or Dirck Fuller to participate.

Here are the ground rules: use the comments section to advance the history, add details to portions that people already wrote, ask questions of people writing, provide your own different account, or make smart-alecked quips. It will be non-linear and Roshomon-like, perfect for this group of people.

When the comments section gets too cumbersome, I can begin a new thread (or someone else can as well -- most of you should have the ability to make your own posts, if you need instructions or a new invitation, let me know and I will get it taken care of).

So how did the group begin?

Past Za blogging endeavors II

Ladies and gentlemen, once again I bring you Peter Rubin (in the comments section).

And, yes, "episodic raconteuring" will yield only one google hit. If there is some type of cult devoted to words that yield only one google hit, then Peter Rubin is their divinely ordained leader.

By the way, if people create a webpage that lists all of the phrases that appear only once on google, doesn't that mean there will now be two references to the phrase? Or is that the point?

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Past Za blogging endeavors

Pete Rubin had a hilarious blog up for a year or two. Sadly, Diaryland isn't in the business of archiving comedic greatness. Thankfully, Google is in the business of archiving everything.

Peter says he will descend upon the blog on Friday. In the mean time, I offer you Peter's birthday ode to Steve (in the comments section -- because it is long and will make the page look unpretty).

Unafarmers!

I like the Unafarmer poster, from Goose's fecund mind in 1996.

Unafarmers

I'll provide back story in the comments section.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Nicknames

In an earlier email, I tried to list everyone's nickname. The blog and the comments section seems like a good place to try to hash out some of these memories.

My nickname, Winchester the Mighty Bunny Killer aka Winchester aka Winch aka BK, came from my sharing a traumatic childhood experience. A mistake if ever there was one. The event that earned me the nickname Rambo in second grade found a new form in college.

Jeff McMahon picked by the nickname 6 from my poor chalk board writing in Bronfman. While selecting skits, some one asked who "6" was, I didn't know what the hell they were talking about. They pointed to a couple of the scribbles on the board. "Oh, that is a 'j' for Jeff." It did look like a "6" and Jeff adopted the nickname. [Note: It might have been Goose writing on the board -- but I doubt it, he's very fastidious that Goose.]

Goose is a silly bird if ever there was one. Seems self evident. Actually, I don't even remember Goose's real name. What a melding of nickname and man.

The Wrecking Ball I vaguely recall a story involving lots of pot and property damage (including a TV), but the story might well be apocryphal.

I always thought Julie looked more like Robert Plant than James Brown, but somehow she ended up with the nickname Godmother. Anyone care to fill me in?

Sean Kelly was sans nickname until his senior year when he created an inspired character, Scoop. A third baseman if I remember correctly. The character didn't see the light of stage until First-Line-A-thon. Past that, hazy memories.

I assume Ray Cashman was named Jesus because of the beard. He did bear a striking resemblance to David Koresh. Was he saintly in any other ways? Was he the one who came up with "The Last Supper at the IHop" where Jesus and the discipline run out on the check and finish off the bottomless pot of coffee?

Little Melinda might be the most under utilized nickname in Za history. Sure Fagan had great stories about Timmy Prudente (probably a topic for a future post). Yeah, he drew people eating their own brains. All the more reason to knock him down a peg by calling him Little Melinda.

Ragin' Keith Faigin? Is there more to it that his inner hatred of poorly planned openings? Sure it rhymes, but there must be something deeper. I demand subtext!

Goose gave the group many glorious things over the years, such as "Jeeter and Cleetus" and "This Big Dude", but I have a soft spot for Doorboy. We were practicing guessing skits in Bronfman and the guessers consistently forgot to close the door behind them (thereby annoying the nearby math study groups). So a dutiful young freshman named Jon Kravis kept closing the door for the guessers. At one point during the evening, Goose pointed towards Kravis and said "Doorboy, close the door." Kravis was later destined for comedic, debate, and legal greatness, but we never let Doorboy forget his humble upbringing.

Enough of my typing ... what are the new nicknames? Why does Toby not have a nickname? We was Randy the Despot? Surely, there was a particularly dictatorial moment that spawned the nickname. Did Carsten have a nickname? Why was Heather The General? When did the tradition of nicknames start (or is this some broader sociological function of close knit groups)?

VH-1:Behind the Comedy

Since the older generation have been good at commenting on posts (now we just need to get them good at posting on their own), I figure I would take the opportunity to clear up bits of Za lore.

Let's start with the Wheel of Doom.

When was it first performed? What was the inspiration? Was Fleetwood Mac involved (and why Fleetwood Mac)? Was Fleetwood Mac a euphemism for pot? Did the original performance include "a fistful of wafers" and "11 seconds of"? Was it performed in Tyler? Did you crawl through the window and single the lame Wheel of Doom song? Why not the Wheel of Random Skit generation?

[Note: Speaking of random number generation, one year we had a strangely weighted wheel and over the course of the show "Za Removes One Article of Clothing" came up five times. Kravis was down to his underwear. Maybe I should post a picture of that.]

Inquiring minds want to know.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Old verses new

Geez, photoshop would have made our posters so much better. Goose literally cut and pasted the head of Ted Kaczinski onto American Gothic. Look at what the younger generation could do (courtesy of Ben Cooper) ...

Cult

Or ...

Claritin

Kids these days have it so easy. We couldn't even download images from the internet (well, except for porn ... except on my ten year old Mac SE).

Something about Lucille Ball and a Wall

A poster from back in the day.

Lucille Ball

[Note: I have 18 different posters in my possession, I will try to post one every few days.]

Lodging Info

Beware the Bay State Games. We'll be competing with hockey teams for lodging space. Sure, we're pretty badass, but I doubt we can take the toothless goons.

I reserved a block of rooms at the Maple Terrace Motel.
A room with two double beds is $65 a night.
A room with one queen sized bed is $60 a night.
A complimentary continental breakfast comes with the room (but I am sure that a contingent will push for the Chef's Hat Saturday morning).

To book a room, call the Maple Terrace at 413-458-9677. The rooms are blocked off under "Combo Za," but David Nickerson might work as well. If anyone runs into any problems, let me know and I will see what is up.

I have offered to serve as a clearing house for roommates, but perhaps the comments section would work just as well.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Funny Blogs

Steve Ehrenberg and I are partial to Fafblog. Does anyone follow a blog that they find consistently funny? I suppose other sites like The Onion might also be worthy of nomination.

Nursery School for the REALLY Gifted

[Note: A heavily edited version of this skit was performed during Basement Tapes in 1997. The audience laughed contrary to all expectations. The final version was a little snappier.]

Six primary characters: Rene Descartes, Gustav Hegel, David Hume,
Friedrick Nietzsche, Thomas Hobbes, and the Employee.



FN: Hey, Rene, isn't that your demon over there?

RD: Where?

TH: Leave him alone, Friedrick.

FN: What are you going to do about it, Thomas?

TH: I'll tell Ms. Doe.

FN: Well, she's not here now is she?

TH: Ms. Doe! Friedrick hit me!

FN: Shut up, you hypocritical fire hound!

RD: Well, you did hit him . . . and me too.

FN: And I'll do it again, if your demon doesn't get you first.

TH: Ms. Doe will establish order when she gets here.

FN: Why are you so keen on Ms. Doe?

TH: Are you kidding? Without Ms. Doe daycare would be poor, solitary, nasty, brutish, and short! We couldn't draw, paint, play games. We wouldn't have milk and cookies or dolls to play with. Who reads to us? Who drives us to the zoo? Do you think any of this would be possible without Ms. Doe?

FN: Yeah, but who makes all the stupid rules? She makes us takes naps, confines our freedom to act, we can't watch TV, and we all have to wear that stupid leash when we go out. That may be fine for the rabble, but it constrains real humans.

TH: It's a small price to pay. Besides, we all agreed to it.

FN: I didn't agree to anything. I didn't sign any sort of a contract. My parents brought me here!

DH: Yeah, but you don't really put up a fight when you come. It's a tradition or habit you've come to accept.

FN: Who's side are you on, David?

DH: I don't like to admit it, but I kind of agree with Thomas.

FN: Has that half‑dwarf, half‑mole been pouring lead in your ears? It's time. It's high time!

DH: High time for what?

FN: High time for me to kick your ass, David Hume!

MS: Friedrick Nietzsche, stop this instant! What have I told you about hitting?

FN: Children are innocent in their malice.

MS: Aren't you ashamed of your actions?

FN: I refused to be defined solely by my past actions.

MS: You're absolutely impossible to deal with, Friedrick. Hegel, what are you doing?

GH: (say random line from the Phenomenology of Spirit)

MS: What he'd say?

DH: I don't know. Friedrick is the only one who claims to understand him.

MS: What the hell is he doing? He alternates between obliterating the dump truck and trying to fix it frantically.

FN: He's trying to simultaneously preserve and destroy the dump truck.

MS: What kind of insane project is that? What does it even mean?

FN: It's really cool when it works.

GH: Behold!

FN: Aufheben!

MS: What is it?

GH: The essence of a dump truck! Dump truck as dump truck!

MS: But that's not a dump truck anymore.

GH: Exactly!

MS: I knew I should have taken the special ed job. Working with the gifted is easy, WHATEVER!

TH: Ms. Doe, Rene peed his pants!

MS: Rene, that's the third time this week!

DH: Only girls pee their pants.

RD: I'm not a girl!

FN: Then why do you have a girl's name, Rene?

TH: Aren't you going to protect him, Ms. Doe?

MS: Stop teasing, Rene, you two. And will you please be quiet, Thomas? I'm really getting sick of you constantly trying to win my favor. No one likes a sycophant. Rene, why do you keep peeing your pants?

RD: To prove I exist. I pee, therefore I am.

MS: Couldn't you prove you exist in the toilet?

TH: Don't be silly, Rene doesn't exist in the toilet!

DH: Rene, how do you know your demon didn't pee your pants for you?

RD: I think I peed, therefore I am.

FN: Well, I think you're an idiot, therefore you are an idiot.

MS: Friedrick, be good!

FN: Good means two different things to me and Rene.

TH: He's right, there is no greatest good.

FN: That's not what I mean, you simpleton, you fly in the marketplace, you ugliest man!

DH: Yeah, Fred meant that two people created by different experiences can't share the same concept of the term good.

FN: That's not what I meant either, you half‑hearted skeptic!

MS: Enough with this nonsense! Everyone shut up! You're driving me crazy!

DH: Yes, but how do you know that we're the cause of your trouble?

MS: David, you children are the cause of all my problems.

DH: Yes, but how do you know that?

MS: You really want to know? I'll tell you. I was a normal and happy person before I took this job. I could wake up without shivering, I could drive to work without dreaming of crashing into oncoming trucks.

DH: Sure, but how do you know we're the cause? It could be an infinite number of things. Maybe you're reacting poorly to a pollutant. Perhaps your psychological needs have changed. It could even be something completely random and unlikely. You can't know.

MS: MY LIFE USED TO BE NORMAL!

DH: But you have no guarantee it would have continued to be that way. The only reason you have to think that is past history, but you only trust past history is past history ‑‑ and that is no foundation for knowledge claims.

FN:

Welcome

This blog is an experiment. Not in the sense of my academic work, but in the sense that I have no idea what will happen. Possible purposes of the blog:

1) Coordinate and brainstorm for the upcoming reunion -- Za 2005!

2) Provide a place to offer up memories or particularly funny skits.

3) Provide an outlet and appreciative audience for your creative energies. Where else can Keith Faigin post the Amish consultant?

I figured the blog might serve as a good way for us to stay in touch. Worth a try.