March 07, 2005
we gonna roll 'til the wheels fall off
foxes would like to thank his friend granddaddy souf for guest blogging in his stead. like most of us here at foxes.bluespot.org, my boy granddaddy more than likely came off as hard to the core, but, also like the rest of us, he's a total softie on the inside. during his junior year of high school, he fell madly in love with a tiny little blonde girl who had small mountains of dirt in her front yard and wore a masking-tape dress to prom. he's been chasing her ghost ever since.
foxes congratulates granddaddy souf for his admittance into medical school and sends his appreciation to his partner-in-crime for showing the blawg-o-sphere how the guest blogging game is done.
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March 06, 2005
adieu
The time has come where Mr. Rodgers (aka Granddaddy Souf) takes his sweater off and puts his sport coat back on. That's right, the show's over. It's been fun, for me anyway. I feel like a substitute teacher saying so long. Wake up from your naps littl'uns. Your bad dream is over, back to class, back to miss foxes.
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March 05, 2005
to wrestle or not to wrestle
As an assistant resident head at The University of Chicago, I often find myself entangled in the interminable throes of worthless, petty disagreements. For example, people argue about Plato and Marx and Hume, and yes, even about Francis Bacon (who by the way wrote Shakespeare's plays). Today, however, over brunch, some of my housemates brought up quite the topic. One of the freshmen in my house is a varsity wrestler here. He is a quirky fellow, as most of us are here at The U of C, and he brought up the fact that it would make him uncomfortable to competitively wrestle a homosexual. The rest of my colleagues at the table took immediate exception to this. They asked if he wanted to throw homosexuals in their own separate schools and let them have their own water fountains. They wondered how being black and being gay were two different things. All the while, the chum stood his ground. He said that there was a homoerotic aspect to wrestling that couldn't exist if real homosexuals competed. I'm not so sure about this, but, what I am sure about is that something I've found, growing up in a small, conservative, southern, black hole-like town is that people North of The Mason-Dixon Line pride themselves on open-mindedness. It's almost, I mean, it is pretentious, and I've found that liberals are walking paradoxes. They are steadfast, have strong opinions and are unwavering. All of this is allowed, to each his own. Yet, this is not the essence of a liberal, or is it? Are we supposed to tell people what to do or how to think? If a straight person is uncomfortable rubbing his sweaty, barely clothed body against a homosexual, I for one say that that is okay. The argument ended nicely when I reminded them that they were all stupid. The liberal should know better, and the kid that's scared can stay scared but must realize that being scared isn't always the way. This seems to have turned into a bit of a lecture. Well, I think that I should go find foxes so that we can go play football in our cool striped uniforms and mustaches.
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March 04, 2005
how we do
We have gotten so close, and I never leave the morning after without at least saying goodbye. The lucky ones get breakfast in bed. I suppose it’s time to let y’all know more about myself (and perhaps about foxes as well).
There are so many stories that Granddaddy Souf could tell about foxes. foxes made beautiful, former models cry, but they always came back for more. He was also quite the accomplished athlete, making opponents cry on the soccer field. If foxes didn’t like you, you knew it, because an AA battery would hit you in the head, and you would cry. A lover of fruit and of big-heartedness, foxes himself has never cried and he won’t tell you that he’s come close. One day, when I start trying, and when foxes’ body grows enough to support his enormous head, we will take over the world…expected starting date: fall 2005.
It’s true that Granddaddy Souf did not have the best grades. He had fun in college. He had women, he had booze, and he had rock and roll. While the little ugly girls at The University of Chicago sat in the Regenstein, I sat in a hot tub. They will go to medical school or law school or bum school, and so will I. What is Granddaddy Souf’s secret? The trick is, show them that you are smart enough, and show them the potential for more. How did I do this? First thing’s first, do well on your MCAT, LSAT or BUMSAT. This should be easy for those of you ugly girls. Second, you have to wow them with great personal statements. I’ve included a sample essay that I wrote. Note the sincerity. It’s perfect, so take notes.
My hero is Luis Hernandez. He has long blonde hair and was a famous soccer player. I saw him at Disney World once, but he did not say hi to me because he was too busy with his kids. I did get to say hi to Mickey Mouse though. My brother's nickname is Mickey and we make fun of him about it. Luis Hernandez persevered through hard times in Mexico. He was orphaned as a child and was raised by nuns. He never let anything get in his way and always reached for the stars. If accepted into St. Johns I will reach for the stars just like the incomparable Luis Hernandez. GOOOOOOOOAAAALLLL!
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March 03, 2005
Move over The Game
The new man in town, Granddaddy Souf. Holla at your boy, 50 Cent! I'm loyal until death do us part. I enjoy crisp sunlight warming my cheeks, a cool pina colada, wading in the remnants of giant waves, and not to worry I love to bust caps. 50, we were meant for eachother. Can't you see?
I got scars in places you didn't know existed. I don't sweat it though. I be who I be, and I was who I was. Reminds me of a t-shirt I saw earlier today: The University of Chicago - If it were easy, It'd be your mom!
Why are you always so anxious to grow up and get into medical school or law school or bum school? It never ends. If you haven't figured it out by now, you never will. But I guess that's why you are still reading this, for knowledge beyond your own. Don't take that the wrong way faithful readers. It's not me, it's you. I know exactly what I mean to say and what you need to hear. It's a secret foxes taught me called, I OWNZ!! One time, in middle school, I watched a girl lip-sync to Vanessa Williams (Save The Best For Last). I fell madly in love with her. I saw her a few years later and I laughed at myself. Money doesn't grow on trees but that doesn't mean it's hard to come by if you really want it.
You got your stuff you packed your bags
You checked your things made sure you had
Everything you need
Don't leave home without everything you need. 50, I need you.
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March 02, 2005
foxes for now featuring granddaddy souf
foxes for now welcomes granddaddy souf to guest blog until sunday while foxes entertains an old friend. of course, guests visiting foxes expect the high life—the finest cheeses, haute couture, an endless buffet of women—and accordingly, foxes goes the extra mile to deliver.
but not to fear: grandaddy souf's resume is a laundry list of academia's most prestigious accomplishments: captain, snatch fc; childhood friend of foxes; university of chicago broomball champion. maybe he will share his insight on how he got admitted to medical school with a subterranean gpa; maybe he will tell stories of life with foxes at age 10; or maybe he will just talk about luis hernandez. stay tuned to find out!
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