Frankness

Oww my pretty, pretty face

2006-04-24T14:51:00.000-07:00

Very scary incident at Stowe a few weeks ago and I'm out of comission for the rest of the season. Rest assured, though, my bread and butter is all healed and sealed, and no broken bones eaither, although I broke my brand new helmit and my favorite goggles. The upswing? Theres no conversation starter like a huge gash around your eye. Chicks love scars.

2006-01-19T00:16:00.000-08:00

Atlantis, Nassau County, Bahamas

2006-01-19T00:11:00.000-08:00

Sto-oh

2005-12-11T11:42:00.000-08:00

Stowe

2005-12-11T11:31:00.000-08:00

Stowe rocks, theres master trials rider andy dole hiking up to the gondola this december.

Going back to cali

2005-12-06T09:57:00.000-08:00

2005-12-03T09:45:00.000-08:00

Where am I?

2005-11-18T22:03:00.000-08:00

Socialists...

2005-11-02T07:18:00.000-08:00

So I walk out of the library the other day, bang a right and begin to make my way through that crowd of people that always gather at the tables outside on the walkway. Normally I try to avoid those self righteous and overly motivated do-gooders that hang outside the library, but the crowd was thick on this stormy eve and I had no alternative but to wait patiently and try not to make eye contact with anyone.

I was in the eye of the storm when I made a fatal mistake: I glanced down at a pile of books lying on the National Socialist Organization's table. No sooner had I done so when I found myself swept up in an obnoxious storm of voices. "Bush's sham constitution in Iraq. Will Bush veto the torture ban?!" It was the socialists. They had smelt my fear, and as they began to close in, the alpha-communist, also known as the "red commander," separated himself from the group and went straight for the jugular: "Hey...so are you interested in politics at all?" I froze up.

Not knowing what to do, I decided to play dead and act like I didn't hear him. No good. A staple of the socialist community is their persistence, regardless of how bad they may be pissing you off (or how late they are making you for class). "What do you think about what's going on in Iraq?" So I told him. That was the beginning of the end. Never tell a Socialist what you think because, no matter what, they'll have to counter it with something more extreme. That's their thing. If you value your life at all, what you need to do is just throw out the craziest thing that pops into your head, like "socialism is a reasonable and effective form of government." The poor sap will be stunned, and while he tries to think of something even more extreme to counter with, you make your escape.

Needless to say, I didn't bring my "A" game that morning. The socialists caught me off guard, and I suffered dearly for it. In a last ditch effort to make it to class on time I forked over a dollar and bought a copy of the "The Socialist Worker." What a crappy paper. It's like a tabloid for politics. Shame on you, NSO. Shame for peddling your fanatical wares right smack in our school's public eye. For you, socialists, the Rock and I have but one message: know your role.

You're a fringe group. You belong on the outskirts of our community. Next time you feel the urge to rant, do it somewhere where it won't bother people with lives and actual work to do (at one of your own meetings, for example). The act of standing out on the library steps and yelling to promote your organization is a lot like socialism itself; it sounds good in theory but when put into practice it just ends up pissing everyone off. Next time I want a fanatical opinion, I'll walk to Church Street and talk to the guys with real crazy credentials. At least with them you know they wholeheartedly believe the words they mutter to themselves as they shuffle from one end of the street to the other.

In summation, I would like to apologize to everyone on campus for my tragic mistake last week. By giving in to the Socialists annoying tactics, I've furthered their cause by one dollar. That may not sound like much, but for a group that can survive alone off of the human misery they themselves create, a dollar goes a long way.

On behalf of all those who have to walk by the socialist table day after day, I'd like to say: Suck it, socialists. Suck it long, and suck it hard. And maybe someday you'll pull your face out of this great nation's crotch and find everyone around you living on communal farms, sharing corn and holding hands. But until that day you have two options: become Amish or suck it. Choose wisely.

2005-10-24T10:03:00.000-07:00

Error (the belief in the ideal) is not blindness; error is cowardice....Every conquest, every step forward in knowledge, is the outcome of courage, of hardness towards one's self, of cleanliness towards one's self. I do not refute ideals; all I do is draw on my gloves in their presence....Nitimur in vetitum; with this device my philosophy will one day be victorious; for that which has hitherto been most stringently forbidden is, without exception, Truth.

He divines remedies for injuries; he knows how to turn serious accidents to his own advantage; that which does not kill him makes hims stronger. He instinctively gathers his material from all he sees, hears, and experiences. He is a selective principle; he rejects much. he is always in his own company, whether his intercourse be with books with humans, or with natural scenery; he honors the things he chooses, the things he scknowledges, the things he trusts. He reacts slowly to all kinds of stimuli, with that tardiness which long caution and deliberate pride have bred in him - he tests the approaching stimulus; he would not dream of meeting it half way. he believes neither in "ill-luck" nor "guilt; he can digest himself and others; he knows how to forget - he is strong enough to turn everything to his own advantage.
-Nietzsche

2005-09-23T23:07:00.000-07:00

These cosmogonies were natural in the ancient world - a world settled so sparsely that nature was not yet eclipsed by man. Mammoths still walked the earth, dragons and dinosaurs were still fresh in peoples memory. Nature hit you in the eye so plainly and grabbed you so fiercely and so tangibly by the scruff of the neck that perhaps it really was still full of gods. Those were the first pages of the chronicle of mankind, it was only just beginning.
Rome was a flea market of borrowed gods and conquered peoples, a bargain basement on two floors, earth and heaven, a mass of filth convoluted in a triple knot as in an intestinal obstruction. Dacians, Herulians, Scythians, Samatians, Hyperboreans, heaby wheels with no spokes, eyes sunk in fat, sodomy, double chins, illeterate emperors, fish fed on the flesh of learned slaves. there were more people in the world than there have ever been since, all crammed into the passages of the Coliseum, and all wretched.

Quotes of the Day

2005-09-22T17:22:00.000-07:00

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."

"Life is too important to be taken seriously."
Oscar Wilde

My Latest Cynic Op-Ed

2005-09-22T13:27:00.000-07:00

Here is my latest opinion article for the Vermont Cynic, be warned if you have a conscience this may offend.
Frank Sacchetti

President Bush has received a lot of heat in the past two weeks due to his nonchalant reaction to what is by far the worst natural disaster in American history. Kanye West went so far as to say that “Bush doesn't care about black people.” Before everyone goes pointing their self-righteous fingers at poor George, I think we all need to take a serious look at who the real enemy here is.

Throughout history humanity has been plagued by a constant adversary - wind. It slams door's behind you, knocks stuff over and, every now and then, it'll sneak right up on you and destroy a modern metropolis. What's more, since most of those stuck in New Orleans are Afro-American, one has no choice but to conclude that wind is additionally a racist. Bush didn't really do anything, its what he didn't do that did him in. But if he did do what he didn't but should have done, what would everybody have to get pissed about? Who could we direct our anger, our fear, and our collective-yet-ineffectual outrage at? The wind? The mere suggestion of getting mad at the wind is ridiculous. Then again, complaining about the wind will get you about as far as complaining about Bush, so on second thought, go right ahead. Start an anti-wind club at UVM, petition in the streets for wind reform, send an article into local papers about your own personal wind experience. Complaining is a great way to meet people, plus it makes you feel all full inside like if what you think matters, somehow you matter too.

True, Bush's apathy in the face of such massive suffering is striking. But, then again, can you really blame him? There are people all over the world who don't care about what happened in New Orleans's, are we to expose them all as the inhuman, self-centered people they are? Of course not. People are allowed to be selfish - I mean, its not the most endearing personality trait - but its no crime either. Who can honestly claim to feel personally connected to the events in New Orleans? One can't help feeling estranged from the images of suffering on television, beamed to our homes from half a world away. “Disaster relief? Who has time to relieve a disaster? I'm not getting off this couch to relieve myself, never-mind a disaster. And where'd my bag of cheeto's go? I bet the wind stole it!”

I guess what this helpless romantic is trying to say is: poop happens. And very often, that poop is bad poop. So when the poop hits the fan, you better sink or swim. Especially if your in New Orleans. Did you hear that place got flooded? And where are my cheeto's? In summation, I'm saving my sympathy for when I need it.

Chillin

2005-09-11T15:33:00.000-07:00

Rockport Beach, Ma.

2005-09-11T15:27:00.000-07:00

Franky Frosty

2005-09-11T14:14:00.000-07:00

Love that dirty water

2005-09-11T13:52:00.000-07:00

Vacation

2005-09-11T12:47:00.000-07:00

2005-09-10T15:00:00.000-07:00

Brrrrrr-ighton, Ma.
Cold Campus

2005-09-10T12:21:00.000-07:00

2005-09-10T12:02:00.000-07:00

Stowe

2005-09-08T20:46:00.000-07:00

Few More Months 'fore Winter

2005-09-08T20:25:00.000-07:00

Dano

2005-09-08T15:59:00.000-07:00

The man himself, Don Dano. Halo extrordinaire, prince of connetticut, this kid has fallen down more stairs than they've even made yet. A brilliant young up-and-comer, a team player who always gives 110%.

Surprise!!!!

2005-09-08T15:50:00.000-07:00

Busy Busy Busy

2005-09-07T19:13:00.000-07:00

Im gunna go make a cheeseburger...mmmm.

Franks Long Weekend

2005-09-06T07:23:00.000-07:00

2005-09-06T07:20:00.000-07:00

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