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I feel like sharing some poorly thought out observations on this beautiful Wednesday (beautiful because we adopted a new dachshund yesterday, and who knows, maybe he’ll turn out to be a hasher too).
By all accounts InterAmericas Hash in Phoenix was brilliant. Every attendee I’ve spoken with has said so, and I believe them. Of [...]
The latest anthrax scare, reported by my friend Tongueless, GM of Gypsies in the Palace H3, San Francisco:
The complaint was posted to an on-line neighborhood forum. The ensuing discussion is interesting. First, you get some insight into public perception of the Hash House Harriers (reasonably positive IMO). Second, speculation on what the vandalism [...]
I don’t know … last time I went by a weekend tent revival, it seemed very loud to me, and I’m not at all sure the people who came to it had the “proper conduct expected for people who come in for the weekend.” —Flying Booger
From the Roanoke Rapids NC Daily Herald:
“Hash run” [...]
I gave up drinking ten years ago this month. Not sure if today’s the exact day, but marking the on-oniversary on Saint Patrick’s Day seems appropriate, so I’m going with it. Erin go bragh!
I came to hashing as a member of a profession with tight camaraderie and similar drinking and singing rituals, flying fighters [...]
Just putting this out there: I hate the name of Tucson’s bicycle hash kennel, the Pedalfiles. One, it’s misspelled (although that may be intentional). Two, it repels outsiders (if there’s one thing no one jokes about, it’s sex with children). Three, it has an impact on membership, discouraging recruits who haven’t been exposed to hash [...]
A hasher named Chef Boy R Dum from Southern Pines H3 in North Carolina wrote up a public service announcement for new hashers, explaining the spirit and “rules” of hashing. Rules in quotes, of course, because Rule One is There Are No Rules. And yet here’s a PSA full of them.
Another hasher, [...]
Several years ago, this bit of nastiness showed up on a hash club’s email list:
Ok, I missed my first hash run in Dallas over Thanksgiving and now I’ve heard enough stories to peak my interest. Actually I’ve heard enough stories to make me puke. Running naked through bushes, getting pulled in the middle enough [...]
Here’s a screen grab of a EuroWeekly story about hashing in Rota, Spain.
You can click on it to read the whole piece, but it’s so short I’ll just quote it in full and save you the click:
IN case you ever wondered, hashing is a brisk walk or run through the [...]
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