Taska lost a bet and owed the guys in the office a case of beer, which they thought we should drink together. Peter wanted us to know German fraternities aren't full of right-wing wackos. The two were combined into an office picnic.

I loved Fall days in Colorado. I'd wear shorts and a t-shirt to class in the morning. After the first class, I'd walk over to the Student Center and not really realize the breeze. I'd play an hour or two of video games and probably run into someone I knew. By the time I was walking to my afternoon class, the wind would really be blowing. The kind where on the news they'd say it gusted to 60 MPH and forced semis off the road. The clouds wouldn't be quite past the mountains and looked more log fog or mist. It would be getting colder. By the time I was riding home after class, it'd be so cold my teeth would chatter and I'd wonder why I didn't bring a coat. Before it was dark, it'd be snowing.

posted at 2:16 PM

8.26.2001

Benny again. This time walking down Friedrichstrasse: "Man there's cars everywhere. It's ridiculous. They're like pigeons."

So I used to work at Dairy Ashford Schwinn in Houston. Then I worked at Open Air Schwinn in Camarillo. They're both out of business now. And Schwinn ain't doing too hot neither.

To celebrate the return of the digital camera (and to imitate an art show I went to recently), the-irk.com brings you 30 days in Berlin:

Outside of Strasbourg, there's this little town called Barr. We went there for Sabine's 30th.

I know what you're asking yourself: Why does Andrew's foyer kick such righteous ass?
The answer: Taking the good shit off your friends.

Taska says: "The last time I was happy was when I was six and went to see Star Wars." And you know he's right.

This picture is three years old. And it's staged. Fat Andy and Faron in the first Amsterdam hang suite.