help me help myself... to vice magazine

hey, can any of y'all get me a copy of the most recent vice magazine?



i've looked for it all over the city, but haven't been able to find it, especially since the vice store mysteriously closed recently (grrr...) i know i can just read it online, but a lifetime of being a compleatist comic-book reader has altered my brain chemistry to such a degree that i feel physical pain if i'm missing any one issue of a printed run.

Post Convocation

I took a few pics at the reunion and posted 'em but all were taken at the bar afterwards, so we wont be able to spot any random Stuy 95 grads in the background. It was great seeing y'all. Seeing everyone else was mostly just weird.

fresh meat.

so, i invited some more folks into this little cabal of ours. i won't say who, 'cause i think it'll be fun to guess. new folks, i'll be a bit kinder to y'all: "el jefe..." is tom, "shagura" is dom, "martha quinn" is dom's girlfriend fiance, tori. "saucy intruder" is terence, amandab is, well, amanda b, amber is amber, i'm marco, and "fool me once..." is my manpanion, andrew.

welcome, all.

happy now?

i got rid of the drummer boy. how does everyone like his replacement?

Back at Stuy

So I was back in Stuyvesant again for a math team coaches' meeting. While there, I picked up a copy of the Spectator (of course) and it had a couple of pages full of pictures from Halloween. Man, students at Stuy are way better at Halloween than those chumps I teach at Dewey. Best costume was definitely 'Duff Man', unless you're into teenage girls in trashy outfits (Which of course I'm not).

And to further a previous line of conversation in the 345 wall, Stuyvesant seems to have acknowledged its lack of teacher hotness and tried to correct the problem. I just met a few of the math teachers, and while the newer male teachers were way cuter than, say, Mr. Zamansky, the real progress is in the women. Yowsa!