Word: jocks
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...year removed from a decorated athletic career at Florida’s Vero Beach High, where he played quarterback and shortstop, Stoeckel was unaccustomed to such rejection. So the freshman they called “Stokes” did that next summer what any washed-up high school jock would do: he retreated into the citrus groves of central Florida to battle banana spiders and find himself...
...Keep walking intently” (Takehisa Kosugi’s “Theatre Music,” 1964). But this subversion of reality is not wholly unsettling. In fact, I laughed out loud for the first time in a museum while observing a piece by Fluxus artist Jock Reynolds entitled “Fluxsport: Great Race,” which is composed of only a plastic, red box holding four aligned snail shells.A piece by Fluxus goddess Yoko Ono demonstrates one of the principles most valued by both Beuys and the Fluxus artists: audience participation. Her piece entitled...
...girl: Cameltoe. Your best pick-up line: “Hey little girl lemme whisper in your ear. Wait till you see Burle’s D.” Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: Aimee, I promise it’s just jock itch... Something you’ve always wanted to tell someone: I have a twin brother named Ben. Favorite childhood toy: My 12 gauge Best part about Harvard: The respect football players demand on campus. Worst part about Harvard: Skoal costs $7. How you got your name: From my roommates. Describe...
...here’s your typical Craigslist ad: “Masc, muscular, discreet Harvard jock here looking to hang out with another masc Harvard dude.” I am neither masculine, nor muscular, nor terribly discreet about anything, but these seem to be the requirements. I couldn’t very well hope for success if I posted, “Skinny dorky Jewish flamer seeks fleeting sexual gratification from Harvard jock fantasy,” and so I’ve found myself manufacturing a Craigslist alter ego. In Craigsworld, when my faceless torso photo lures some...
...course, it never works. I have passed many early morning hours waiting for this jock fantasy to materialize, but in the end, a baseball cap does not a straight boy make. (Of course, these guys may just think I’m a total mieskeit, masculine or not, but as I’ve always thought of myself as strikingly attractive, I am unwilling to explore this possibility.) I also live in the Quad: you might as well tell a River boy you’ve got warts; he’s not making that trip at three...