Thursday Thoughts


— The ridiculousness of this situation on all sides has already been well detailed in the comments on that article and elsewhere, so I only have one question: Other than a complete lack of specific interests and thirst for power arising out of the indignation of having a poor social life, what makes one want to become a SAC leader? I guess maybe we’ll find out if there’s ever a school shooting here.

— In related news, the Heckler failed to receive SAC funding for the seventh straight year. Not that we asked or anything, but, you know, they seem to have a propensity for odd decisions, and we weren’t counting it out, never mind the fact that writing satire about Georgetown administrators or anyone else on campus is against their bylaws, meaning our two previous attempts in years past to become a SAC organization were denied.

Today’s Public Safety Alert has to go down in history as having the WORST response to being caught in or at the end of somebody’s bed in these reports. If you’re not going to give us a hilarious line, at least wear a weird Halloween costume. Reading this report was a complete waste of my time.

— Finally, reading this interview, it’s sad to realize that this year will probably be the last that GUSA presidential candidates talk about overturning the alcohol policies implemented before the beginning of last year’s academic year. As the Class of 2010 moves off campus next year and will be able to legally go to bars, memories of what Georgetown was like before the policies took effect will probably be forgotten forever. Though there were partial reforms earlier this year, the social scene at Georgetown just hasn’t been the same. And just as the Block Party thing before it (which is lamented often on HoyaTalk; it was an epic festival of drinking awesome enough to apparently kill someone), these policies will soon become permanent and the next major administration step towards eradicating student drinking will be on the horizon. Ho-hum.

— Also, Jim O’Donnell reads your blog? I’m so jealous. I’m not a muddle-througher kind of person either, Dr. O’Donnell!

 

I rounded up some weird Georgetown-related YouTube videos, but none of them were good enough to post on their own. So, like the kids these days, I made a crappy MASH-UP.

Haha! I just wasted two minutes and thirty seconds of your life.

In order:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1U6zhrdxvvI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izmFPszBOwY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5QJm6W6O8s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5dxSa9VpGU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONxkk5CibKA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkPt3tKh4XU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krROe10um0Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4lFZVC5Utg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFpK6kR4sII
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-dTsjjONB4

This one, though, is actually worth watching:

Look for a new issue of the Heckler next Monday. On the Internet.

 

I really didn’t want to write another post about The Hoya, but I feel it’s my duty. I’m the only one who seems to care about their independence and their journalistic integrity. And guess what, fuckers? I took Intro to Journalism (ENGL 481-01) last semester and somehow got an A in it without doing half the assignments, so I know everything about how journalism should be practiced.

Our issue today: this article. It’s just depressing.

I really can’t take these students and their endeavors to try to become the next Mark (FAIL EDIT:) Zuckerberg. I try. I really do. I actually know some of these people and have to interact with them at parties and such and I try very hard not to make jokes about their websites. But c’mon, look at this website The Hoya thinks is a newsworthy event:


Uggh.

Uggh.

Would somebody actually make this their homepage? I assume even its creators don’t use it. Imagine opening your laptop in class and someone seeing that as your homepage.

I’m required now to make a list of things wrong with this situation.

1. The proliferation of this bullshit

Okay, you want to wring some money out of the Internet. Look, many of us want to make websites that succeed. But why this kind of website? Why always this bullshit? Maybe somehow one of these pieces of shit thrown at some HTML will actually stick. But I always know it won’t. And you must, deep down, know it won’t. But you wanting to become a millionaire means I have to hear about this bullshit all the time and read your job offers for “marketing interns” (an abomination somehow worse than the shilling “brand ambassadors” that let a corporation come between them and their friends), who are revealed in this article to be a couple of sophomores.

Let this bizarre Hoyapedia article be a lesson to you: it’s a Corp programmer, crying, because nobody will use his amazing Web 2.0 app thing. It is your future if you try to launch one of these bullshit websites.

But at least Hoyapedia and the Corp’s other failing venture, HoyaTrade (one of its only listings is, sadly, for Hoyapedia), have some original thought. I swear to God that I have seen this same fucking college student homepage idea three times before at Georgetown. At least one is iHoyaSaxa, and there’s another one below. It’s not working, folks, because it’s a really, really bad idea. Never mind that HoyaTrade and Hoyapedia show that students aren’t interested in these kinds of student-culture websites, but the idea of making money off being a dedicated homepage is an idea that reached its prime in, what, 2001? Maybe even last century? Are people out there really searching far and wide for a new fucking homepage that has their favorite links on it? Especially college students? Do me a favor and think about this for five seconds before you plop down money on a new homepage venture.

2. The Hoya enables these people

You know, you don’t have to publish this. I realize these people send you e-mails asking you to cover their exciting new Web ventures, but I have a secret: they send those to us too. Yes, they actually write us and ask us to write satire about this crap. And they even sometimes offer money. (For the record, this group never did either, nor would we ever think about doing something like that without vomiting.)

I have to believe there are more important or at least interesting things going on at this school besides these bullshit Web ventures. I just know, deep in my heart, that these things must happen at Georgetown, even if they are never covered by The Hoya, as hard as that is to believe.

We don’t need an article on Hoyapedia. Or HoyaTrade. Or College Life DC. Or Debatus. Or any of the other student Web ventures The Hoya has written about that I can’t remember off the top of my head.

So why do they do it? Well, one reason apparent by this article, at least, is that somebody involved used to do stuff for The Hoya, and The Hoya is also featured prominently on the CampusLIVE page for Georgetown.

I have a solution: give us a year-end roundup of all the new student Web ventures that have failed in the past year. It’ll give us a much more truthful look at these things than the regurgitated press releases The Hoya usually spits out.

3. The Hoya posted almost this exact same article almost exactly two years ago

Here it is: February 6, 2007; the brilliantly named MyKollege.com.

And here is MyKollege.com is in all its glory today.

Now someone at this week’s news meeting must have been around back then. So what happened? Did they see the idea for this article and simply forget about the last one? Or, much worse, did they recognize it, yet decide that it should go in The Hoya because the last one went in the paper? I’m assuming the latter. Are college newspapers supposed to print the same stories in cycles, like Nickelodeon Magazine but with even more recycled ideas, or are they supposed to present the happenings of what is in reality a dynamic community?

The irony at this point is too painful, but I have to compare the opening line of this week’s article:

It is a common dilemma for the Georgetown student: navigating one Web site for checking your mail, another Web site for posting your homework, and yet another for receiving your grades. However, thanks to the creators of CampusLIVE, a company that has given students the ability to create customized homepages, Hoyas have to look no further for links to all of their educational and social needs.

to the one from two years ago:

For anyone who’s ever had trouble keeping track of all the Web sites they browse, three Georgetown seniors may have just solved your problem.

Is this why you’re writing these articles, The Hoya? The thing is, I don’t think this “common dilemna” or “problem” really exists, because the homepage thing two years ago, you know, failed. Maybe the author of the new article could have at least mentioned that failure, or if she didn’t know about it, am I the only person at Georgetown able to use the search function on their website?

I will make a bet. If CampusLIVE becomes at all a success on campus within the next year, I will quit Georgetown. And if not, I get to have The Hoya.

 

Gen. Zach Rabiroff of the People’s Liberation Army of China and children, teens, and college-student minister Rev. Jack Stuef of the Saddleback Church in Lake Forest, California were on hand to officiate the ceremonies on Monday.

Gen. Rabiroff led us off with a reading of the Last Post on the wall of the Save The Hoya Facebook group:

Jack Carlson wrote
at 5:41pm on January 26th, 2008

Right so it was a “well-known Georgetown yell” long before the newspaper… the part about the “decade after” is just when the athletic teams took on the name. But “Hoya Saxas” have been associated with the university much longer than the paper – which the group description mixes up.

That always makes me tear up.

Next was the Moment of Silence:

Some people, those who were not too afraid that they would be arrested by that DPS officer in the middle of the photo for taking part in the revolution, had already showed up. More would come when they heard the booming righteousness of Rev. Stuef’s Sermon of Hope that followed. It retold the history of The Hoya since it had been placed in shackles by God in the Garden of Eden and ended with a message of renewal inspired by the revelations of Monday, a reading of the Wine-Tasting Editorial Heard Round the World, and the the Baptism of Hope:

Everyone in the crowd took a copy of The Hoya and ripped it to shreds. Then, in the tradition of John the Baptist, the shredded newspapers were dunked in the Holy Georgetown Student Brita Filter Water, symbolizing the destruction of the old chains binding The Hoya and its rebirth as a free institution. The wet shreds were then wrapped in an American flag, and the people chanted “U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!” before the flag was dropped and stomped on to again symbolize the destruction of the old chains. Then the People departed to get back to their guerrilla warfare.

 

Reader E-mailbag

From time to time, we get e-mails from you the reader thinking this is one of those Internet things with which you can interact and be a part. It is not. You are here to listen to what we have to say, not have a conversation with us. It is a lecture, not a seminar. A Bush presidency, not an Obama presidency. A person standing on top of a roof yelling things at passerby, not you walking by and trying to talk with a friend while avoiding eye contact with me up there on the roof.

Nevertheless, the feverish popularity of this blog (Technorati says we’re the 2,523,334th most popular!) and of the Heckler in general (we got listed on this high school English teacher’s homepage!) has meant there are a number of people that have trouble understanding that.

Here then are the winner and loser from the past week or so in e-mails.

WINNER

Reader Kent Strader sent us this photo, asking us if it looks like Leo’s:


Yes, Kent it does. And it is. And it is a perfect metaphor for Georgetown. It appears someone noticed his golf cart starting to catch on fire, then quickly fled the scene so he wouldn’t have to be held responsible. Then somebody else did the bare-minimum requirement of bringing a fire extinguisher to the scene, but she left it about six feet away from the golf cart without actually trying to put out the fire. Then other people were walking and saw it but decided to shift direction away from it so they also couldn’t be held responsible.

Read this 2004 Hoya story if you want to destroy that metaphor. And while you’re at it, all of the search results for “golf cart” there are pretty good.

Also, Kent and everyone, you shouldn’t be reading CollegeHumor. We don’t allow our readers to get their comedy anywhere else but this barely-updated media empire.

LOSER

Cretin Justin Riel complained that this story from last year was “Gawdawful.” (I was going to use a [sic] there, but I realized that Justin must be a Valley Girl.)I understand that you’re trying to go for offensive humor, but Darfornification just isn’t funny. Worst of all it’s just offensive,” Justin writes. That’s sort of a poorly put together thought, but thanks for taking the time to let us know you didn’t like a thing that we had on our website last year, Justin.

He goes on: “It fails miserably unless your goal was to make G-town look bad, then good job.” Well, that actually is one of our main goals (this is a satire publication about Georgetown, Justin), but I get the point. You’re three years out of college and still using your university e-mail address and reading student publications; you’re the ultimate vision of a successful person, and so you care obsessively about the image of the name of the school on your resume.

With remorse I must tell you I cannot access Justin’s Facebook profile, so we cannot laugh at the stuff on there. Gawddarnnit.

I’d also like to name as an honorable mention in this category the e-mail entitled “Get the longest schlong in two months.” Two months?! I expect the male-enhancement pills I buy from spam messages to work much faster than that.

 

A lot of history has happened the last few days. So it is only fitting that the lead editorial in The Hoya today asks—no—DEMANDS that Georgetown offer a course in wine tasting!

How long have we suffered without a wine-tasting class?! It is barbaric! Thank God The Hoya can see how its ongoing, blood-soaked, guerrilla revolution is hurting the people. “I don’t care about whether or not The Hoya gets to keep its name, I just want to know the right wine to pair with a veal pâté,” the constantly-being-raped, malnourished single-mothers cry out in agony on M Street. Well, guess what, proletariat? The Hoya is looking out for you. And they didn’t even put “www.SaveTheHoya.com” on their “BEAT ‘CUSE” signs this year, even though that is the most important battle in saving their newspaper. They just care so fucking much for you huddled, not-in-a-three-credit-wine-tasting-course masses. Why? Because they are the masses. They are the people. And the people ache for a wine-tasting course even more than they do for The Hoya to not be listed as a student group on the Georgetown website.

Meanwhile, the revolution lives on. Until they forget to renew that domain name.

NOTE: The Heckler will be in Red Square on Monday at 5:41 pm to hold a moment of silence for the one-year anniversary of the most recent comment on the Save The Hoya Facebook group wall.

ALSO NOTE: The university’s central intelligence agency has picked up chatter that there may be a new issue of the Heckler in a few weeks.

 

Hey look, that hospital our administration failed to be able to run is not only doing well, but has signed up for YouTube! Let’s see what they have to offer!

Oh, it’s fourteen videos of some guy talking about kidney, pancreas, and liver transplants. Great…

It looks like this doctor showed up to get his school photo taken but only wanted to talk about how long it takes to get back to work after one of these transplants, and then he didn’t pay extra to get his background changed to neon green because his parents hate him and want his pictures to look stupid. I’ve been there, doctor.

Here’s one of the videos:

 

Waitlist Torture

Still no response to my e-mail to John Q “Public” “Or Terrible 2002 Denzel Washington Movie” Pierce. I guess he wanted to ruin my break even more, because I find this:


I signed up for the waitlist for this class like a week ago thinking I would easily get into a class that had 50 fucking seats open, which, you will note, is ten more than the number of people already enrolled in the class. In the days since, however, more people have noticed this class has open seats and have been trickling in, and for the past 24 hours or so, the number has stood at exactly 50 people on the waitlist for an available 50 seats, making me extremely on edge.

I like to buy my books online before I get to campus because it costs less, and as soon as possible, as the prices go up as people in the class buy the cheapest copies online. So do I shell out $100 now, betting that I’ll be one of the 50 of the 62 or so people that are on the waitlist that get in whenever our dashing registrar gets around to letting people in off the waitlist? I don’t know. I’m sure he keeps track of my book purchases and will be sure to screw me over if I do.

I’m thinking of just giving in and telling him where my secret terrorist organization has hid our secret bomb. I don’t think the jihad is worth the stress, and letting people know that this popular class (note the word “sports” in its title) has open seats on this blog probably means more than 50 people will be on the waitlist by tomorrow anyway.

You win this holy war, Mr Pierce.

 

1. My dad mentioned today that an impassioned e-mail from a Georgetown parent showed up on their ancient (dating to 1993) AOL account, which, I kid you not, is STUEF4FUN. Yep. Anyway, the Voice blog had a right-up and the text of the e-mail, but they didn’t seem to know whether this was from Ivan Batishchev, a student, or his parent. Or maybe it was from someone pretending to Ivan Batischev, because apparently the author spelled his name incorrectly, according to the Georgetown directory and The Hoya, for whom the guy has been an alternatingly incomphenisble and dull cartoonist and, I think, some sort of editor. However, on his two Facebook accounts, the guy does spell it “Ivan Batishchev,” with an extra “s” in there.

All of this is to say that I was playing on a wet Healy Lawn with a stolen box of frisbees from McDonough Arena at 4 am one night my freshman year during finals and I met a guy hanging around Lauinger who said his name was Ivan Batishchev. And he also said that he had just drank an entire bottle of NyQuil.

All of this is to say that I may have just drank an entire bottle of NyQuil myself that night and Ivan Batishchev is a figment of my imagination. And then I drank an entire bottle of NyQuil a couple years later and reprised the character in an angry e-mail to parents. And created one or two Facebook accounts for the character.

So we really don’t know anything about the authorship here. But I’m going to guess it’s either me or J.T. DeGioia.

2. I didn’t know about these Todd Olson newsletters until I was searching around for photos of Todd Olson to use in the last issue, but they’re pretty much exactly as you’d expect. For example, the person fulfilling work sanction hours by writing this Fall 2008 newsletter made the first paragraph almost exactly the same as the one from last year. The main difference is that performing arts had a “busy round” this year rather than the “inspiring round” they had last year. Also, “It is a time of summing up, and preparing for the joyful holidays ahead” now, not “It is a time of great energy and possibilities.”

The most important thing, however, is that they used the same picture as last year. And in this picture it appears that Todd Olson has been Photoshopped into a picture of the ICC Galleria. Man, this picture made my holiday.

Nice.

3. If Ivan Batischev / Ivan Batishchev / his mom doesn’t get in trouble for this e-mail, tell your parents they can look forward to my rebuttal to each of Todd Olson’s e-mails from now on, along with poems I write under Jack DeGioia’s name, cookie recipes, and crude Todd Olson Photoshop jobs:

I have always wanted to send an e-mail of some of my bullshit to gustud@georgetown.edu. Eventually, with this list of Georgetown parents, I hope to tell Sonia Jacobson she can authorize mass Georgetown e-mails on behalf of my cock because I don’t need the provost’s authorization any more!

Unless I was high on NyQuil and was the one who wrote this Ivan Batishchev e-mail. In that case, I need to stop being so preachy and learn how to write funnier e-mails when I drink bottles of NyQuil.