My roommate doesn’t have a bed yet. It’s been almost three weeks and he sleeps on the floor.
But he did spend at least two days setting up this beauty.
My favorite detail? Besides… you know… the books…
The box of bourbon’s finest.
Second favorite detail…
Yes, my friends, that IS a Darwin monkey book end helping Joyce’s Ulysses to find its footing.
This is what I wake up to every morning. Sure, I could buy an actual bookshelf. Or I could spend that money on a book of Ryokan’s poetry. I mean c’mon, which would you chose?
And residing over it all, the chairman of the Spaß. One must give reverence.
So what is the Spaß?
In short, it’s our new apartment.
Jeremy came up with the idea that he wanted to name our apartment after a guerilla movement. I thought it a fine idea and started some research.
Spaßguerilla, which apparently means “fun guerilla” was “a grouping within the student protest movement of the 1960s in Germany that agitated for social change, in particular for a more libertarian, less authoritarian, and less materialistic society, using tactics characterized by disrespectful humour and provocative and disruptive actions of a minimally violent nature.”
It is pronounced “Spassguerilla” and if we were to shorten that, we could called it “the spaß” or “the spass” which almost sounds like “the space” and looks like “the spa” but also means “the fun.”
“The word “Spassguerilla” itself is interesting. Though the normal German spelling is Spaßguerilla, it was spelled Spassguerilla by Fritz Teufel and this therefore became known as the “teuflische Schreibweise” (a pun meaning either “Teufelian” spelling or “diabolical spelling”; Teufel in German means devil). This spelling is retained by some, including academics (see references). The use of “ss” rather than “ß” implies a short “a” sound, making the word more like Stadtguerilla (urban guerrilla), a term used by Rudi Dutschke.”
So we live in a subversive German potentially demonic urban space spa of fun.
The name stuck real fast.






Your bookshelf looks like your bed.
Mom picked me up from the airport the other day. We were sipping on bottles of water and I noticed out the window The Bedding Experts were having a 75% off sale. I said, “I should check it out. I need to buy a new bed.”
Mom replied, “You could build a bed like Tim did.” and then sipped her water at the stoplight.
I responded, “Tim didn’t build a bed. He built a board.”
She proceeded to spit water all over the windshield.
To be fair, I tried out your board once while you were in Paris and found it quite comfortable…then again, I enjoy punching myself repeatedly in the thigh as well.
dan, i couldn’t agree with you more.
tim says you are coming to texas soon…october or november show in san antonio?
can’t wait to see you!
Who cares if you have a bed when there are books to be read?
what about sarsaparilla?
you could have rootbeer be your theme drink.
after selling my bed, my bookshelves, my dresser and desk, I realized that trying to move my books back into my parents’ house will be one of the largest missions i have ever accomplished. the cinder block and plywood idea really gives me hope
ps. that last paragraph just made my head explode from pedantry.
wow, a spaßgesellschaft with mao as chairman. time to relive the pleasures of the cultural revolution and the great leap forward simultaniously! (irony)
Dude, I want the book monkey. You can keep Chairman Mao. lol