The Last Days of the Hoosier: Issue 49.3 Action Shots

We are thrilled to present the following action shots of Issue 49.3, brought to us, words and all, by Operative Tyler Gobble:

“My Time With A Little Piece of Rad Tadd on My Back”

This rad Tadd poem stuck to me during my last weekend in Indiana. Tadd lived in Indiana when he was a younger Tadd. Did you know that? Me, I just moved to Austin, Texas, after almost 25 years of Hoosier fun. My galpal Layne starts grad school at UT next week or something. I’m in the library right now, pretending to be a freshman. Cal McGraw, aquatic equestrianism major, in case anyone asks. Anyhow, I wore this as I bustled about central Indiana that final weekend, saying buh-byes and getting amped up for the move. Here’s the story of that. I call it “My Time With A Little Piece of Rad Tadd on my Back”:

(No Pants)

First step of being a good operative is always finding some pants to wear. Here I am finding some pants to wear.

(Beer for Last Cornhole Playin’ Night With My Dad)

Next step is buying some beer. That’s probably not true, but what do I know? I’m only a freshman!

My dad prefers Bud Light. I bought him a bunch of Bud Light, though not all those cases you see in the picture. That’d be crazy! It was for my going-away party. My parents are really nice people (hi mom! hi dad!) and grilled up a bunch of burgers and unthawed a bunch of pre-baked cookies and let people who like me hang out all night and play cornhole and drink beer. My mom even gave two sacks of leftovers to my friend Turner! Wow, mom!

My mom kept asking me to explain Safety Pin Review and let her friends read the poem. Then, they’d say, “I don’t get it. Who’s bones are they?” And my mom would say, “Only Tyler, am I right?!” (She wasn’t right. There are many cool operatives!)

(Huggin’ Pals)

I’ve never been the one to leave. It’s weird being the one to leave. A necessary step is hugging people goodbye. In the hat, that’s my friend, Davis. Davis didn’t know I had the patch on so he just thought Layne was taking pictures of me hugging dudes, which she’d totally do. Stop being a weirdo, Layne!

I hugged Davis goodbye at the beginning of the summer because he moved to Chicago, but he didn’t like it much so he came back. And then, I left. What a butthead!

(Shoppin’ for Tanks)

I had to buy some new clothes because my medium tanks are getting too small on me and my shorts (I realized during the taking of this picture, I haven’t bought new shorts since freshman year of high school!) are starting to fall apart. I needed to make a good impression as a (fake) incoming UT freshman. I bought two pairs of Tony Hawk cargo skate shorts and two tanks (one has a giant shark on it and the other is bright orange and says BEEF CAKE), in case you wanted to know.

(Strip Club)

This dark box is a strip club. I needed to break in my BEEF CAKE tank (after a careful transfer of the patch), so we went to Muncie’s strip club, Joker’s Wild.

It wasn’t weird at all! The bouncer has been in two UFC pay-per-view fights and has been hit in the head with a 2×4 (though that was in the parking lot of Joker’s, not a ring). He read the poem at least twice. He called me “an intelligent motherfucker.” Thank you, bouncer badass guy, but Tadd is the intelligent motherfucker!

One of the strippers asked me what a BEEF CAKE was. I said, I guess we’ll find out. That was the weirdest part. Who doesn’t know what a BEEF CAKE is?

(Shoppin’ for Motorcycle)

This is how I say goodbye to my friend Alina, by picking out a motorcycle for me. I chose this one because of the way the green lights accentuate the flame paint job. I rode it down to Texas. I was wearing my shark tank top with the poem pinned on. People got into wrecks reading the poem off my hog-hustling back. That seems like a great way to end this story, am I right Tadd?

(Buh-Bye)

Here’s a little bonus: I call it “Thumbs Up Goodbye.”

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We love you. See you all soon.

Issue Forty-Nine!! (PART THREE)

We are beyond thrilled to present the last part of Issue 49, the third poem in the “Scientific Method” series brought to us by James Tadd Adcox, here worn by longtime SPR supporter/contributor Tyler Gobble, during his last week in Indiana before shipping all the way to Austin, TX – where, by coincidence or design, the first poem in the series was worn. These, these are the last of the glory days:

ISSUE FORTY-NINE POINT THREE (8/19/13):

featuring

“Scientific Method”

by James Tadd Adcox

Operative: Tyler Gobble (Central IN)

About the author: James Tadd Adcox is the author of The Map of the System of Human Knowledge, available here. He lives in Chicago.

About the operative: Tyler Gobble is lead editor of Stoked, associate editor of Magic Helicopter Press, and a contributor with Vouched Books. He’s the author of four chapbooks, most recently 48 Pornos (Safety Third Enterprises), and his first full length collection of poems, More Wreck More Wreck, will be out from Coconut Books in the fall of 2014. More at www.tylergobble.com.

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This weekend, the best damn Indiana you’ve ever seen.

And After It All, Something Called Stillness: Issue 41 Action Shots!

We have, shooting outta Dayton, OH, some of the best action shots ever, courtesy of Operative Rabbi David, who strutted his wearing stuff while leading Shabbat services, teaching Krav Maga, and hanging out with his kids. Seriously, this is gonna make you wanna hug someone pretty hard.

Your Very Own Outdoor Shabbat

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Children in the Midwest (Your Very Own Outdoor Shabbat #2)

In all honesty, these are some of my favorite action shots so far. Ever.

FEEL THE LOVES.

Israeli Martial Art

Here, Rabbi David teaches a Krav Maga class, which is Israel’s martial arts/self-defense system, creating a legion of Jews exceptionally well-prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

The counter-attacks are brutal.

Like, a really hard & unexpected hug.

WATCH OUT.

Delicate

Of course there is also time for more sensitive pursuits, such as buying salads.

A HUGGABLE OFFENSE

…or taking care of one’s daughter.

Wherever You Go It Is Pronounced the Same

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Ordering Up a Shabbat Burrito

Of course, it all comes back to the everyone.

The Healing Prayer (Your Very Own Outdoor Shabbat #3)

I think that, given everything, this poem and its wearing– they have certain beautiful thematic relevancies.

Always nice to see things turn out relatively alright.

Before the Ark

Congruency, that’s the word.

Before & After A Day

And that’s it.

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o,
Peace,
Simon, Tyler, & Rabbi David

Issue Forty-One!!

OH HELLO ONCE AGAIN. In our latest issue, we present to you some poetic goodness (it’s a fine thing to chase) written on the crossroads of America, and proudly worn around Dayton and Cincinnati, OH by none other than Operative Rabbi David Burstein. That’s right. Two titles. Punx rabbis unite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are beyond psyched, stoked, and proud to present:

ISSUE FORTY-ONE (11/20/12):

featuring

“Post-Whatever”

by Tyler Gobble

Operative: Rabbi David Burstein (Dayton, OH)

About the author: Tyler Gobble is a member of the Magic Helicopter Press team, lead editor of Stoked Journal, and a contributor with Vouched Books. He is the author of three chapbooks, most recently Goodness is a Fine Thing to Chase, part of The Fullness of Everything featuring Christopher Newgent and Brian Oliu (Tiny Hardcore Press, 2012). Find more at www.tylergobble.com.

About the operative: Rabbi David is a father, son, brother and spiritual guide. Teacher of martial arts and education. Spiritual journeyer through suburbia and beyond. Giver of hugs and a gentle ear.

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Stay tuned, this post-Thanksgiving, for some of those most happiness-inspiring action shots you’ve ever seen. Word.