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Well. Last week, we stocked Mandan cabin with frenzied eight-, nine-, and ten-year-olds. Chaos of a legendary degree reigned, such that my co-counselor Jeff and I renamed our cabin The Epicenter of Entropy. I cannot begin to write what a... Keep reading this entry »
Camp has hardly changed a bit. There are a few more buildings, sure, and the tents we stayed in for the summer of ’93 have since been replaced by the Bunkhouse, but these are merely technicalities in a swirling universe... Keep reading this entry »
At camp. Camp rocks. My friend Tara pressured me into trying to eat shrimp, which was a horrible experience. The little buggers look like curled and shriveled children's toes that were soaked in the lake all day. It felt like... Keep reading this entry »
If there is anyone out there hailing from the Twin Cities area, I have a request. Please go to First Avenue tonight at 7:00 and see DJ Shadow. I would kill to go (kill) but I am being shot out... Keep reading this entry »
The lawn needed to be mowed three days ago, and the past two days of rain have not helped the situation. Today I got an opportunity to attack the hayfield with disasterous results. The dead are stacked waist-deep on a... Keep reading this entry »
BLASTER BALLS! OVER 400 BLASTS! INSTRUCTIONS: To blast in hand: Cup one ball in hand at crease of palm and fingers. Hold other ball in same hand between thumb and forefinger. Toss upper ball one to two feet up and... Keep reading this entry »