College roommate and professor of pre-columbian archaeology at the University of Kansas, John Hoopes, writes me on Facebook about the mounting online lunacy of the end-of-the-world movement that is based on some Aztec Mayan calendar saying 2012 is when it all goes down.
Professor Hoopes sent me a link to a profile of a new age end of world visionary named Pinchbeck — the new Timothy Leary — who in a Rolling Stone article was described as preparing for a forthcoming drug trip thusly:
Pinchbeck wore Depends and a blindfold, and kept a plastic vomit bucket by his head.
Classic! Reminds me of a college drinking game called “The 100” — where the aim was to drink four cases of Budweiser (and four singles) between 6 pm on Friday and 6 pm on Sunday. This looks easy on paper, but is nearly impossible as it requres two beers per hour (assuming zero sleep). Whatever, I was never in the same league as Pinchbeck, though I did know some guys who donned hockey helmets before opening a bottle of surgical ether in their room in the event of unconsciousness and head injuries.
Update: It is midnight Thursday to midnight Sunday according to drinkwap.com. I recall it was 48 hours, not 72.
Good luck John with dispelling the end of world stuff. We’re all counting on you.
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You are obviously a very bright guy, David, so I assume you either refrained from the college drinking games or you found a way to commute your brain cells’ death sentence from a certain demise. Many of mine, I fear, have long been relegated back to the galactic dust.
It the Mayans not the Aztecs whose time trackiong ceased then, It was the Mayans.
Oh well you see one Meso American culture, you’ve not seein them all.
Reminds me of Fake Steve’s description of how he invented the iPhone. (“Ever try making a phone work with only one button? It’s a lot harder than you’d think.”)
Maybe there’s something to it.