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“I am a salmon; PoTW is a stream.” -Hip E.
If any one photograph perfectly captures what it means to be Hip E., it might be this one.

(photo credit: The Cannon)

Hip E. has game. It’s a very unique and ineffective form of game, but it is game nonetheless. As I was daydreaming at work, I thought: what if there were an Olympic games, held in San Francisco, where courageous competitors from all nations would participate in events involving various facets of Hip E.’s […]

Thank god we don’t have Rock Band at the Jo-tel because I would never sleep or do my Spanish homework. Not that I do either of those things anyway, but as I’ve mentioned I have stayed up till 5am twice this month playing that game. A comment from Mike B. touched on something […]

or, TaxCut2007, Konono No.1, and You.

Pink Floyd The Wall poster I got for my 18th birthday from my dorm roommate, Vince.

I got sick on Wednesday from the strain I’ve been placing on my body lately. It has something to do with booze, a little to do with work, and a lot to do with […]

The results of the third annual indie rock draft are motherfucking in. In a surprise turn of events Shark is dethroned for the first year ever!! Just kidding I won again. PETE came in second, usurping Johnny D’s perennially second place role. In Johnny D’s defense, his time is unoccupied these days by things […]

Reality TV is welfare for has-beens.
-Hip E.

If you drink a small glass of the Glenlivet, and then drink a can of Budweiser, the first sip tastes like bananas.

-Hip E.

This one appended to my rant re: “have a good weekend”.
Britt // Nov 20, 2007 at 3:16 pm
how about a simple “see you monday”? Or my favorite, “Holla!”, used mostly to annoy my urban-slangily un-hip co-workers as I depart for a weekend they know will be filled with drunken bally-hoo. I also get […]

Dear Jo-Tel Readers,
What’s it like being at work right now? I’m so tired, I sure wouldn’t want to be at work right now. Plus I wouldn’t be allowed to be drinking this Sam Adams Light. Of course, I wouldn’t have gotten pulled over by a motorcycle cop in the Mission for driving […]

According to my journal, I found this in a short story in a book of short stories in 2002:
Every night and every morn,
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.