you faggots better not faggot out on me like you did with the secret santa.

So I have 8 months to learn . . . German?

Dutch. I know German, which is close, so I'm sure I can order us a few megalitres of beer.

Well, I don't know about you, Brink, but I plan to be pretty drunk most of the time; so the language barrier is kind of a moot point for me. (This sounds like a really stupid/fuckawesome idea).

dutch is like german with more throat sounds. so yeah, learn german and then swallow some cat hair. though, i'm not sure about the specific dialects in utrecht

it's times like this I'm glad I don't have money

Actually, I have a deadbeat aunt who decided to not come to texas for the holidays at the last minute after my family paid for it, and they won't refund it. That means we have a free airplane ticket to anywhere. If someone goes dutch (pun intended) on a room, I'm there.

whilst we're in utrecht, we should shoot across Germany to weimar, which has a lovely cafe with nice cheesecake and some dudes have lived there. nietzsche, goethe, shiller, kandinsky, strauss & bach. i don't know. apparently they're a big deal. EDIT: it's times like this I'm glad I don't have money I don't think you understand how fantasies work.

Nog een bier!

Just want to throw out there that the hosteling scene in Utrecht is pretty happening. If we did decide to go there might be enough of us there to actually get a hostel room to ourselves for next to nothing.

U roept dat een wienerschnitzel!?

it's times like this I'm glad I don't have money this is in a year. start mowin lawns

brink I live in melbourne what are these lawns you speak of also by then I'll be putting all my money toward newcastle which also involves drinking and sharing a hostel with other writers, but at least it's on the continent [edit: I like how everyone on this page is online. a WB first!

We could go to Utrecht, sit at cafes discussing art, drinking too much, talking about each other behind backs, and slowly allow ourselves to hate and then alienate the group. Once I am dead I will have my wife publish A Stationary Nibble which would be a tell-all about how Ori was unbearable if you had to sit downwind from him, Baron only liked those he felt superior to, scmnspff was drunk 25 hours a day and Zsetrek was the nicest person in the world with never a bad word about anyone but had weird friends that the rest of the group didn't get along with. Squee can be the political outcast who falls in and out of friendship with members of the group several times, Brink can be the one we all feel bad for and raise money to support his art until he publishes a hugely successful long poem which we will all resent, Ed can be the timid, brilliant writer and ex-copywriter who marries the worst woman in the world and later starts writing junk to make ends meet, Sheri will stay in Florida, invent a county that will become famous, and have a general disregard for the rest of us. Uncle Long can be peers with Baron and the aloof patriarch of our group. ElJeffe is, of course, the oversexed Irishman who floats around the group but never really is part of it. Munacra will lay down his pen and become "The American Renoir Dos." [Oh God I'm running out of lost generationers everyone else don't be offended because I couldn't caricaturize you.] Meanwhile. Gred will sit in his mansion and have treasure baths and Iriah will

We're all excited about Utrecht and are hovering our cursors over the refresh while other fingers are poised over refresh short-cuts. Because having something to look forward to is nice.

Baron only liked those he felt superior to VISCOUNT, YOU KNAVE

Oh go set fire to that burlap sack you call a dress, you old hag.

ik bin een schrivjer godverdammit

well who do you normally roll with Cool people. Snap! edit - why do I always die?

you can all do whatever you goddamn like, but i'm going to utrecht in early august. and i'll gladly share a few pints of delicous dutch beer with anyone that just happens to be there at the same time. and maybe before we get piss drunk we'll even enjoy a nice conversation about raymond carver and our shared love of the written word. and who knows, maybe, just maybe, that conversation will turn into something more, some kind of shared aesthetic , maybe even a movement, a group of writers who all make it big and will look back some day and say "well goddamn it, thank god i went to utrecht."

Well, given that I have eight months to scrape together the cash, I should be able to make it there as well. The only August obstacle for me would be a visit from my mother for ten days in earlyish august/ late july. I can probably stay for no more than a week because that's all I get off from the paper. But, where there is a will, someone like me will bulldoze their own way.

did you know that utrecht has 2.3 million square meters of office space, 9% of which is vacant? did you know that from 96 to 2000 employment in the ICT sector in utrecht increased by 44%? did you know that 78% of all worthwhile artistic movement that have their genesis in internet forums were begun in utrecht? It's true-ish!

Zsetrek was the nicest person in the world with never a bad word about anyone but had weird friends that the rest of the group didn't get along with. Honestly, you don't notice the petty thievery after a while. It's just their way of being friendly.

did you know that utrecht has 2.3 million square meters of office space, 9% of which is vacant? did you know that from 96 to 2000 employment in the ICT sector in utrecht increased by 44%? did you know that 78% of all worthwhile artistic movement that have their genesis in internet forums were begun in utrecht? It's true-ish! I'm pretty sure that first pic is just some stock photo...

I can make this work for sure. If anything, someone has to take care of that drunk ass montrealite. (by taking care I mean leaving him stranded near a canal with no pants on and a sign that says he has rabies)