Best of 2007: The year of losing dangerously

2007 was a great year for the Electric Arc Radio Show, the spoken-word and music troupe that debuts on 89.3 The Current this month. But as the show's four writers recount, it was still a bad year for losers.

August 17, 2012 at 9:45PM
From left: Electric Arc Radio Show writers Geoff Herbach, Stephanie Wibur Ash and Sam Osterhout.
From left: Electric Arc Radio Show writers Geoff Herbach, Stephanie Wibur Ash and Sam Osterhout. (Margaret Andrews/The Minnesota Star Tribune)

Words of the Year

By Sam Osterhout 2007 will go down in the history books as the year I learned a whole bunch of new words. Like "whip," which means "car," and "beef," which means "fantastic!" Last March my mom bought a 1998 Chrysler LeBaron convertible, and I was all, "Dude Mom, your new whip is beef," and she was all, "Solid!" And we gave each other a pound, which is a word that means "intricate handshake." I also started calling my mom "Dude Mom," for some reason.

Coincidentally, "solid" and "pound" are no longer acceptable parlance. They are dumb. So is "tight," which also means "solid," which also sort of means beef. In 2008, if something is fantastic, just say it's "beef," at least until July. I've also heard that since Paris Hilton served out her sentence, there's been a backlash to the word "hot" (i.e. "That's hot!"). Now people say "cold" (i.e "That's cold!") but it means the same thing. Whatever. I learned all of this in 2007. Beef!

I see now that I was a follower in 2007. I merely learned words from others and then used them. In 2008, however, I will be a leader -- an innovator. I have decided on no fewer than two words that I want to bring back, to repopularize, and no fewer than one phrase that I want to invent. The phrase I have invented is "pro v," which comes from Pantene Pro V, which I have deemed to mean "lesbian." "Hey Sam, why don't you go out with Gina?" "I'd love to, Dude Mom, but she's totally pro v." "Fair enough."

The two words I want to bring back are "book," as in "to move quickly," and "butthole," as in "that guy's a total butthole." I haven't heard that usage of "book" in ages!

  • Sam Osterhout has a beard and an iPhone, both of which keep him from human intimacy.


    End of Year by Numbers

    By Stephanie Wilbur Ash Number of times this year I ignored the many authentic Mexican restaurants on Lake Street in favor of driving through a Lake Street Taco Bell:
    16.

    Number of minutes it took me to help the new hostess fill out her W2 at the one authentic Mexican restaurant on Lake Street I did stop at:
    12 (she had no dependents).

    Winners:
    Taco Bell, new hostess at El Pollo Loco.

    Loser:
    Me.

    Number of times I asked for tater tots at the 331 Club, only to be told -- again -- that they no longer have a fryer:
    35.

    Number of times I shouted at the 331 Club bartender, "Psycho Suzi's has tater tots!":
    One, and you didn't deserve it, Jaret. You're a good person.

    Winner:
    No one.

    Loser:
    Me.

    Number of compare/contrast essay papers I graded titled "Cats Versus Dogs":
    Four.

    Number of dog poos I picked off my carpet:
    45.

    Number of cat poos I picked off my carpet:
    0.

    Winner:
    Cats.

    Loser:
    Dogs.

    Number of months I went without central air conditioning:
    12.

    Amount of money spent on electricity in new condo this year:
    $260.

    Bottles of Four-Buck Chuck (the cabernet) from Trader Joe's I drank this year while lamenting my lack of central air:
    45.

    Amount of money spent on Four-Buck Chuck this year:
    $260.

    Number of times I wondered -- half drunk, dog poo in hand -- if it would be possible to power a central air unit with dog poo and wine:
    45.

    Winner:
    The environment.

    Losers:
    My liver, dogs.

    Number of times I realized that I was not the prettiest member of the Electric Arc Radio Show:
    20.

    Number of times I thought the prettiest member to be Sam Osterhout:
    10.

    Number of times I thought the prettiest member to be Jenny Adams:
    10.

    Winners:
    Sam, Jenny.

    Loser:
    No one. They're that pretty!

    • Stephanie Wilbur Ash is tall and flashy and she teaches and writes.


      The Year of Brady Bergeson?

      By Brady Bergeson A friend of mine told me that 2007 was going to be the Year of the Brady. She was wrong. She also said she's actually more of a barista than a friend.

      So with my local barista's support, I made huge plans for 2007. It was going to be my breakout year. Back in January I wrote out a list of goals to accomplish. I provide it here with final results.

      1. Appear in Us Weekly.
        Failed. Apparently a bald man shaving his head isn't interesting enough. I tried wearing no underwear and that didn't work, either. Chafing.
        1. Launch a line of handbags.
          Almost succeeded. I sold a couple of them at Urban Outfitters, but one of the clerks caught me making a sale near the Hello Kitty kitchen appliances and ironically banned me from the store.
          1. Do rehab.
            Failed. On a technicality. I applied to Hazelden but they said I needed an addiction, like heroin or something, and that you can't just do it for the "experience." They did, however, refer me to some kind of state institution. Fingers crossed.
            1. Win a Teen Choice Award.
              Failed. Damn that Fergie.
              1. If fail at #4, become America's Next Top Model.
                Failed. Tyra said I was "too stumpy."
                1. Date Tina Fey.
                  Failed. But my wife said it would be OK. Not yet sure if this is good or bad.
                  1. Learn to love myself.
                    Failed. See reason under #5.
                    1. Make my own household cleaning products.
                      Succeeded. Baking soda. Vinegar. Soap. Try it.
                      1. Watch less TV.
                        Failed. See #6.
                        1. Get my picture on the Vita.mn fashion page.
                          Failed.
                          • Brady Bergeson is bald and has been banished to the North Dakota border.


                            Herbach's Biggest Loser of 2007

                            By Geoff Herbach Biggest loser? My car, a 2003 Jetta wagon, which I named Gary, which is also the name of my cat, who I don't like.

                            Right now, for instance, Gary is out of windshield wiper fluid. I can't see through the windshield, which makes driving dangerous. I tried to go to Cafe Barbette last week, but ended up in Wayzata.

                            Gary did not receive an oil change in 2007. I can't get to my mechanic due to construction on Lake Street and on every other street in south Minneapolis.

                            Gary, we find out, causes global warming.

                            During 2007, I've had road rage in Gary 27 times:

                            • Three times downtown, when Hannah Montana played at the Target Center.
                              • Once when I accidentally drove to St. Paul.
                                • Twice when I saw the light rail heading out of downtown, which reminded me that Torii Hunter signed with the Angels.
                                  • Once when Sam Osterhout climbed in the car and had a new beard. "Beards are trendy," I shouted. He wasn't listening. He was checking Facebook on his iPhone.
                                    • Once when Sam Osterhout showed me his new iPhone.
                                      • Nineteen times in two minutes near Bryant-Lake Bowl where construction pinched traffic into one lane and a jerk lady in a Jeep accelerated to stop me from merging and then I cut her off, slammed on my brakes, which caused Jeep Lady to honk and flip me the bird. I freaked so hard (bird flipping and kicking) that I broke Gary's cupholder. Steph was in the passenger seat. She told me to calm down, which added to my shame.

                                        Also, in 2007, the I-35 Bridge fell down. Gary loved that bridge. It took us to Northeast, where we had beers. The bridge fell into the water with other cars on it. Gary and I cried. Gary has no windshield wiper fluid.

                                        • Geoff Herbach is the shortest and heaviest of the crew, but has a novel coming out in April.


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