Late in the game Core interjects a weird dance by two broccoli spears as well as metatheatrical musings that are genuinely thought-provoking.

There are suit vests, in bankerly worsteds and pinstripes, and “odd vests,” in solid colors, checks and suede.

I've seen an adorable unsigned punk band perform here, taken in some wickedawesome (all one word, of course) spoken word, and danced my patootie off to electro and synthcore djs. Yay.

A few of the copies will be sent to Linguistics departments in a few universities. I realize that this is not a very faanish stunt, but rather more sercon.