Welcome To The Collective
Made this flyer today while I was bored in fluids lab. Please print some of these out and make them appear through the week! Saturday night will be EPIC, anyone reading this who doesn't already know, BE THERE!
The Birds Now Sing
Two creepy as fuck songs/poems from the air force gym walls. The weird thing is, I heard the music from them and know exactly what they are supposed to sound like. Someone have any clue what these are from?
Air Force 763
A relic from the age of missiles, AFRS (Air Force Radio Station) Cambria was the command center for the Niagara region's rocket program. While not a launch site itself, Cambria was still the largest of the bases, with barracks for the entire 763rd who served around Niagara county, a school, a gym and drill building, a computer center, and a (very) hardened bunker, the only building on base we couldn't get in. Inexplicably, the main road through the base is a Unicorn Drive; this probably had some military significance at the time, but now it's a weird aside. The Fightin'…
We Are Concrete
Somehow, on the night of January 17th, we found ourselves back in the tunnels of Iola, with little else but ambition and a bottle of Jim Beam. (Try it sometime. Ambition and Jim Beam are probably listed as essential ingredients in any anarchist's cookbook, with all it did for us!) Somewhere along the line, the idea came up to make exits at each building, then use the tunnels as a secret passage for some sort of event. Thinking about it, we decided with mostly sarcasm the event had to be a rave. There would be a practice round, and pending…
The Worst Day Since Yesterday
What better way to escape from Laura than skipping a few classes and going exploring on a Monday? First location was back at Sykes Datatronics again, I'm hoping I got a different look at it this time around? After that, we returned to the ever more interesting Iola Sanitarium, for building #7 this time I suspect these were some sort of holding cells. Building #7 found use after Iola closed as an office for the county department of Corrections. At the end of this basement was a cinderblocked-off doorway. Ever the curious (and frustrated) one, I threw a poorly aimed…