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The Taco Friday management is pleased to deliver a special message on behalf of the Taco Friday team:

On this upcoming Taco Friday on Friday, February 26th, will be hosted by none other than your friend and mine, Jay Pyle. These "away games" are indeed very special. I get to drink as much as I want to, without worrying about becoming so intoxicated that I can't stop guests from stealing my copper wiring. The fear of drinking so much that I can't maintain an erection, however, is legitimate and persists.

According to inside sources, fish tacos will be served and Blade Runner will be screened. Jay can be located at 135 Central St., #5 in Somerville. Questions? Send 'em here. General Taco Friday inquiries can be directed to the Taco Friday Customer Service Email Node. We Care About You.

One more as we round the bend

This is the wise wantonness and benevolence of my soul: it does not hide its winter and frosty storms; neither does it hide its chilblains.

Let them pity me and sigh with me over my chilblains: 'He will yet freeze to death on the ice of knowledge!' — so they wail.

In the meanwhile, I run with warm feet hither and thither upon my mountain of olives: in the sunny corner of my mount of olives do I sing and mock all pity.

Thus sang Zarathustra.


Thus Spoke Zarathustra, "On the Mount of Olives"

I remind you that I have no idea if you are reading this. Kindly tell me if you may be attending or else maybe, horror of horrors, there are not enough tacos. Always enough bourbon, though.

do i make mistakes in my sleep

Taco Friday: Friday, February 19th

Fully caffeinated, we're back in the saddle. Taco Friday is coming up, and you are warned a full six days in advance. I would usually use this opportunity to describe the next Taco Friday theme, but alas, there is none this week. Just regular nonsense, fueled with the boredom of the past five days and also whiskey.

For those of you who are new to Taco Friday, I am not going to spoil the fun by telling you what the deal is; you've got to find that out on your own. However, I will say that though you may think it so, it is improper to say that the universe is a cruel place; cruelty implies intention. Instead, the universe is as vast in scale as it is in meaninglessness. There are two common reactions to this fact. One of them is Taco Friday, and the other is suicide.

Taco Friday offers not only food for the body, but food for the soul.* Also there is whiskey.



* Souls aren't real things.

I feel we're not communicating

Dear the internet,

You make me mad sometimes. It's in the little things, nothing that I can point to specifically, but more an overall trend that is heading in the dead wrong direction.


I'm just worried that we're going to hurt each other in the end. Maybe... maybe it's best that we just take a break. No, no. Not to see other people, but j-just to take some time apart. Think about thi-



See this is exactly what I'm talking about. I try to have a serious conversation and you start this shit out of nowh-



Fine, whatever, I'm out of here. Rent's due on Friday.

Diis Aliter Visum

People, what happened between the hours of 8:00pm and 2:30am last night were the most ideal possible actions. It makes my old, gray heart swell with joy. I don't even have anything sassy to say. Any night where friends consume a bottle of whiskey is a night well spent. I spilled whiskey on my dick.

Stay tuned for more information. Next Friday, February 5th is, go fig, a Taco Friday. None of this themed business, just good ol' fashioned nonsense. A bottle of Ancient Shenanigans may become a regular part of the event.

If the glory can be killed, we are lost.

My friends, it is time for new things. We are offered a challenge— what is water but mirror, air but returner of our personal cadenza? What is this new decade but an empty thing, waiting to be filled?

"Nature hates a vacuum," and so should you hate the pristine year. Allow me to help you with that and give you a tool to give it a few dings, per se. Ruin its re-sale value.


Taco Friday for Friday, January 29th

WE DOIN' IT. As mentioned in my previous post that you did not read, this next Taco Friday will be themed. My immediate thought for a theme was starting the night by going around the room and having everyone describe their worst heartbreak; I know that no one will take this seriously and I will just get madder and madder. Let's call this "learning our shortcomings." Second thought; GorillaCon2009 went poorly enough, let's not keep that trainwreck going. Finally, an intersection of the two ideas!

♫ MEMORIIIIIIIES ♫ ♫

You will be tasked with bringing a bottle of something that has a hilarious story associated with it. Maybe a spumante you were drinking when you met the mayor, or a single malt that you stole from your parents' liquor cabinet when you went to see Linkin Park. Feel free to share the drink, but that is not required. Lastly, I am not the Booze Memory Nazi, but jesus, man, don't just bring a can of PBR and say that you got a quick HJ on the sly while drinking PBR unless it was an especially notable HJ. You get the idea.

P.S. R.S.V.P.S.V.P.

Who is more godless than I, so that I may rejoice in his teaching?

The creator seeks companions, not corpses or herds or believers. The creator seeks fellow-creators, those who inscribe new values on new tables.

The creator seeks companions and fellow-harvesters: with him everything is ripe for harvesting. But he lacks his hundred sickles: so he tears off the ears of corn and is vexed.

The creator seeks companions and such as know how to whet their sickles. They will be called destroyers and despisers of good and evil. But they are harvesters and rejoicers.

Zarathustra seeks fellow-creators, fellow-harvesters, and fellow-rejoicers: what has he to do with herds and herdsmen and corpses!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, "Zarathustra's Prologue"

As a new year sits on the threshold, fresh and glowing, we reminisce on the Taco Fridays of the past 365 days. Remember the time when someone drank so much that they only spoke lies, terrible lies? Or when we thought that there was no more tacos but, no, there were actually more tacos? These moments and many others, which are held secret and desperate and dear like the photos of former lovers we hide in our wallets, keep our tiny hearts beating despite the cold and the terror of realizing that we have woken up.

I thank all who ate tacos with me for doing so, and doubly those who drank bourbon to boot. The first Taco Friday of the 2010 is right around the corner. We will use this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have a themed event. More information will arise I flesh out this idea. Mark your calendars, friends; Friday, January 29th will be "re-gretable." You will be able to gret it at least twice.

:(

I remind you, dear reader, that state-sponsored Taco Fridays are adjourned until after January 22nd. I, too, am deeply saddened.

And yet, all hope is not lost! Despite being the handsome, winsome torchbearer of Taco Friday, I admit that I am not its fire and source. Taco Friday is about fear and its destruction, but not just those fears with which you wish to part. All walls crumble, even those which bear structural loads. That being said, if during this holiday downtime someone wants to host Taco Friday, they are joyously welcomed.

Until such time!

Here is that thing, though

- 1/2 tablespoon maple syrup
- 2 dashes bitters
- 2 oz. bourbon
- a splash of sparkling water

Add maple syrup to a glass full of ice. Add the remaining ingredients. Stir with the tiniest wisk, serve.

This is what we do

These pictures are only as rude as the people in them.