A couple of items that have been bouncing around in the bottom of the bag:
Hops, he of Red Dress Run fame, shares my disdain for the widely-used “Drinking Club with a Running Problem” motto. It’s certainly true hashers drink (most of us, anyway). It’s certainly true we traditionally have beer after a trail. But hashing isn’t just about drinking, and that motto, I feel, sends the wrong message and attracts the wrong kind of attention.
What especially bothers me … I’ve blogged about it before … is that the motto isn’t unique to the hash. Not only do all kinds of groups and clubs call themselves “drinking clubs with a (you-name-it) problem,” we weren’t even the first to come up with it. As best I can determine, we copied it from the Boozefighters MC, one of the first outlaw motorcycle clubs.
Why can’t we have our own damn motto? Hops’ proposal: “World’s Largest Running Club.”
World’s Largest Running Club. I like it. I like it a lot. It puts the emphasis where it belongs, and better yet, it happens to be true! (update: see comments below)
Last month I was contacted by a former Tulsa hasher who had moved to Tucson and, not knowing there were any hashes or bashes in town, started a weekly bash with a small group of friends who, like him, didn’t know about the rest of us.
I’m delighted there’s a new bash in town, because it means more bashing for me and my friends … our Pedalfiles Bash meets only once a month … but here’s what I don’t get: how could he not know there were hashes and bashes in Tucson?
When I started the Half-Mind Catalog in 1995, the HMC was the only online source for hash contact information. If you wanted to find hash kennels in towns and cities around the world you had to either find a copy of Magic’s Directory or get on someone’s computer to check the HMC.
Later, other hash webmasters began putting up lists of contacts, and eventually we developed the worldwide network of national and regional H3 contact sites that’s been in place for years now. Not only that, today almost every H3 kennel in the world has its own website or Facebook page … making the H3 contact sites seem somewhat old-fashioned and obsolete. If I want to know whether there’s a hash in Buenos Aires, I don’t go to the contact sites any more … I Google it. Sorry, Ra (Ra is my successor at the HMC), but I think we’re about to discover what happened to the dinosaurs!
My question is, how did this hasher, in the Age of Google, not know there were hash kennels in Tucson? Well, I guess I shouldn’t complain … obviously at some point he figured it out, and now I have another bash to ride with!
A couple of months ago ShakesQueer from the Daytona Beach H3 wrote to me about an incident with the local police. We’ve all had run-ins with the law, and as long as no one gets seriously busted they make for good circle stories. ShakesQueer took it a step further and filed a Freedom of Information Act request for the Daytona Beach Police Department audio files. After editing out non-hash-related radio chatter, he sent along an interesting MP3 clip of the police following flour while looking for a “walking group.” Give it a listen by clicking on the image below:
ShakesQueer also mentioned it was a good thing the police didn’t look under a certain bridge, because if they had they’d almost certainly have arrested the beer angels manning a DBH3 shot check. If that had happened, those beer angels could have used this handy ACLU pocket checklist, titled What to Do if You’re Stopped by Police, Immigration Agents, or the FBI:
Hey, I can think of a few times I could have used this … I’m printing it and putting a copy in my hash bag!
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