(Not Quite) Through Being Cool

More posting backlog: we probably don’t need to tell you to be at the cool cities meeting next Tuesday. We’re hoping to see a lot of you there.

55 Responses to “(Not Quite) Through Being Cool”


  1. Um, the link says the meeting was 3/2. Is this the right link, or are you a little late with this post?


  2. “Eliminate the ninnies and the twits.”


  3. No, the meeting is next Tuesday, March 16th.

    Rob


  4. The news item was posted March 2, 2004. The post that was created on that date said the time/venue of the meeting.


  5. Well, at least we can be grateful they didn’t call it the kewl cities task force.


  6. you wait.


  7. I love “kewl”. It’s so, you know, kewl!


  8. DOES ANYONE CARE TO KNOW THE NAME AND ADDRESS OF AAIO?


  9. His name is Lucky Jackson and he lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.


  10. Actually AAIO doesn’t really exist - “they” are a fictional creation of the people who post regularly to this site. Once a month we all get together and, using a process similar to that in “The Lottery”, choose who will act as AAIO for the month. Sorry to give away the big secret, everyone.


  11. So I guess I can’t set AAIO up with a friend of mine, eh? Too bad.


  12. Well, maybe for a short-term fling - I’ve got more than two weeks before I have to hand over the site passwords.


  13. Now THERE’S a breakup excuse I haven’t heard before!


  14. Nick, This month has been sparse — you owe us like 20 more posts, or we’re not giving you the password again.


  15. The clue is in the names:

    Anna
    Boris

    Anna Boris Overrated

    Say it ten times fast


  16. dude, that’s freakin’ brilliant!


  17. Hey, cut me some slack, Anna . . . you knew when you let me in on the conspiracy that I had to teach myself HTML. I only promised that Ann Arbor was overrated, not that I would be good at this.


  18. Okay Ilya, TELL! Fat chance.


  19. That’s not bad, Lucky. Not bad at all…..


  20. Luck(i)y is oh so close.
    AAiO, through a number of nom de blogs, has been playing you all like a symphonic string section.

    Who else wants to know the identity of Ypsi’s favorite AnnArborite? Perhaps I’m a tad slow, but it took me over a week to figure it out.

    Feel free to email.

    ilyaniema@yahoo.co.uk


  21. I’m more curious on HOW you worked it out. My methods, I think, were cheating.
    js


  22. Yeah, JS, maybe simply going to the meetup last fall and meeting AAIO there took all the suspense out of the anonymity question. Although perhaps Ann Arbor’s favorite detective-poet can learn from our cheating that the shortest distance between 2 points is sometimes a straight line.


  23. Ilya, why do you waste your time reading this blog if it irritates you so? Go concentrate on something else and let the rest of us, who appreciate AAIO’s talent, enjoy and amuse ourselves with its content.


  24. Sammy (or is that Sigma Alpha Muey?),
    Not simply a question of irritation, more one of manipulation and trivialization.

    I was part of Ann Arbor when it was leading edge, forget fuckin Berkeley, Ann Arbor had the lead.
    Forget fuckin “Affirmative Action.” I was there when the black students (and others) boycotted classes.
    I was there when we took over the Admin Bldg. because of the direction in which our country and community were headed.
    I was there when L.B. Johnson said “… and I will not accept…” Drank some beers in fact.
    I was there to see flaming blockades on South U and the sheriff sweeping the streets.

    Oh, I’m sorry Sammy… Hate to speak of something substantial. Please go back to “amusing” and enjoying yourself.

    Shall we debate the coffee houses and bookstores today?
    Let’s complain of the fascist pigs who wish us to remove wicker furniture from our balconies.

    Let’s return to YOUR Ann Arbor, Sammy.

    Enjoy as you wish!
    But please, do expound to us on the “talents” of AAiO and his capacity to amuse.

    Ilya

    Ilya


  25. You got me, Ilya, how’d you figure it out?

    Cheers, Anna/Boris/Overrated


  26. Iyla, I’d have to say I’m a bigger fan of your shorter works - reminiscent of Verlaine’s Fetes Galantes. Although this latest has a decidedly Kenneth-Rexroth tone to it that I find intriguing.


  27. Nick,
    I’ve never even had this thought before, but in your case, Spiro Agnew may have actually been right.

    Ilya


  28. Ilya, there is a time and place for deep issues, and there is a time and place for amusement.


  29. Razor sharp come back, Sammy.


  30. Ilya-

    If you are being serious, and I sincerly hope that you aren’t—-you are begging the question:

    With all of your “I was there….”

    Where are you now? In other words, what are you doing “on the leading edge” today?


  31. again with the spelling typo issues, sorry people…


  32. Blah blah blah, self-righteous aging boomers are among the most tedious and boring folk around. Ilya’s more fun when he/she/it is showing his/her/it’s borderline-personality-with-pronounced-psychotic-features side. On with the semi-coherent babblings!


  33. Sob, sob. That was mean, Ilya. I think.


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  35. And psychotic? I think not. I was a janitor on the afternoon shift out at
    Ypsi State Hospital (while working my way through school).
    I know psychotic.
    And I, sir, am no psychotic.

    Have another latté, Anna.


  36. Todd, you put a question to me as to what I am doing “leading edge” today.

    Sorry, have to send it right back atcha. I been there, done that. What are you doing, other than being anal about your spelling?

    Quoth the Anna:
    “Blah blah blah, self-righteous aging boomers are among the most tedious and boring folk around.”

    Certainly Anna has “parental issues” for which he should consult a professional, but what’s your excuse?
    I don’t have to explain myself or my present to you. What marks have you made in this world other than those hash marks in your shorts?

    Also are you truly adult enough to comprehend what my Agnew reference meant?
    If so, perhaps you’re more advanced than I have thought.

    As for my mapping of the AAiO:

    The spiritual leader of the Beach Boys (gosh, what’s his name?) was less than great as a lyricist, but was at least able to harmonize with the rest of his band without sounding the same or having to cover for them.

    That’s more than I can say for AAiO (gosh, what’s his name?) who ends up becoming his own band members in order to cover their backs and his tracks.

    Anna, feel free to chirp in here with a “gosh” or a “wow, how’ja do that” and tell “Brian” that I got it all on Google (even him on the guitar).

    Best,
    Ilya


  37. Wouldn’t it be nice?


  38. I can’t help but visualize…

    First gear, its alright
    Second gear, lean right…

    ilya


  39. Wow, Ilya, the blank verse is getting really abstract now - this is Dylan Thomas territory. So, if I’m following the symbolism correctly, AAIO is for some unknown reason impersonating everyone on this blog? So, then, at the meetup, was everyone there hired (or offered undergrad research credit) to act as someone from the site? Seems like an awful lot of work. But then, what do I know - I didn’t live in AA when it was better than Berkeley, and I wasn’t alive when Agnew resigned.

    As a friendly suggestion, though, Ilya, this all indicates to me that you badly, badly, badly need a life. And that’s coming from a grad student in Ann Arbor.


  40. How about the Replacements, and Unsatisfied?


  41. Ah, but if true, what a fucked-up, multiple personality disorder, head trip. And a deafening cry for help. And to think, I was beginning to fall for Annie.

    Until I realized she was a tranny.


  42. ilya, why do you have to put it right back at me?

    Give me three “cutting edge” accomplishments of yours, and I’ll give you six of mine.

    Let’s hear (read) it. Don’t be yet another all show and no go old guy. I’ve had enough of that.


  43. I know that I’m not exactly cool, but I’d put Leopold Bros. on the list of things that I like about this town. Granted, I may bitch about them being full of Bobos too often (and that I don’t like their Heifeweisen), but the porter and the red are pretty fine, and they’ve got the best jukebox in town. I know at least some of the staff (I think Scott got himself fired from another job, but oh well), and generally respect both ABC and Leopold Bros. as net gains to the community.
    But maybe I’m just not so much of a whiner.


  44. Todd, We know you’re cool — nevermind that balding, pot-bellied, tie-dyed, never-was boomer.

    Incidentally, I think he’s really Mucho. That means there are there are just two of us posting here — AAIO’s multiples, Mucho’s minions. Trippy.


  45. I’m without question the least cool person posting here, Anna.

    Funny story, js: Just got done getting yelled at the other night by some kid who had been 21 for about 15 minutes. He was lecturing me on what needs to go in a jukebox…you know, the eagles, van mor., led zepp.,

    He made my day. I tried to explain to him that he was like the typical American who goes to Europe, spends an hour in each city, takes lots of pictures, makes sure his passport is stamped, and complains a whole lot about the food.

    I also tried to explain to him that 1/3 of the jukebox cd’s had been released in the last 10 months, and that it was important to experience new things….no sale for this kid. Tried to explain how great it was to have My Blood Valentine, Frank Sinatra, the Shins, and Cannibal Ox all on one page. Still didn’t get it.

    Tried to quote Hegel and tell him that alienation is needed for authentic experience and education. Most assuredly didn’t get that. Finally told him that he’d probably be happier drinking a low-carb beer at PJ McSlappy’s listening to Steve Miller for the bizillionth time. He seemed to understand that.

    God love him. This kid is a marketing execs wet dream.


  46. Oh and P.S. for JS:

    You’ll be thrilled to know that the Hefeweizen will be available on draft and in bottles next week.

    Don’t complain that I didn’t tell you.

    You’re welcome.


  47. Todd- Maiboch anytime soon? That’s what I want. Oh, and part of the reason that I don’t come in as much anymore is that you sell the porter in bottles. Why deal with smoke and bench seating when what I want is the beer? Grin.
    (And while I take shit from my girlfriend for loving classic rock, Ashley’s is the epitome of what a shitty juke sounds like, replete with “Sweet Child O’ Mine” on fucking repeat. Classic rock is OK, but it should be banned from jukeboxes to make sure that people don’t abuse their monthly Don Henly allotment).


  48. Well, i guess that you could take the golden lager and drop a shot of vodka in it to make it a maibock. Sort of. That’s the best I can do.

    Classic rock is very much ok. I just want something different and new coming out of the speakers. That’s as complicated as it gets.


  49. Ilya’s right about one thing… Everyone needs to shake off the electronic duping imposition.


  50. Hillary- Those sound like Strawberry Alarm Clock (or maybe Chocolate Watchband) lyrics.
    “Ev’rybody- y’got t’ shake off that electron-ic duping im-position! Yeah!”
    js


  51. Nope… I was tying together a few of Ilya’s thoughts.

    “We can afford to separate [protesters] from our society with no more regret than we should feel over discarding rotten apples from a barrel.”

    “Yes sir. I mentioned that I was introduced to god twenty years ago by a reincarnation of Bart Maverick [TV cowboy star]. He said, ‘what would you do if you met God in human flesh?’ and I said I would love God. ‘Are you sure?’ he said. I said yes. As soon as he had said those words, a woman approached, elderly looking, with a slightly long nose, not hard to look at, and he said, ‘There’s God. Now love her!’ And because of duping I was interfered with and she told me, ‘I’ll see you in twenty years at Y.S.H. So it came true.”


  52. Wow, you guys are thinking way harder about this than I was. I was trying to write a limerick for Ilya, in honor of his mad poetry skills and St. Patty’s day, but finding a rhyme for “Ilya” is impossible.


  53. Nah, you just gotta play loose with the rules.
    There once was a poet named Ilya
    Whose free verse lines would kill ya.
    (S)He typed with a grin
    stories of dupin’
    But you won’t believe him, will ya?
    js


  54. don’t Ilya and Dubya kinda rhyme?


  55. Actually, I think I may have figured out Ilya’s secret identity. The UK email address gives it away. He’s Syd Barrett.