Behold the humble potato. It grows silently in the dirt, out of sight until harvested, yet richer in nutrients than many of the flamboyant above-ground vegetables. Less than 1 acre of potatoes can produc enough gasahol to fill up 25 cars. The US alone grows over 35 billion pounds of the damn things each year!

But we come not to praise the potato, but to cut it into strange shapes that you can use as a stamp. Did you ever want a cool Skulland Crossbones image for your art car project? Does your stationary letterhead need a little added pizzazz? Wanna become a Notary Public? Grab a couple of spuds and an X-acto knife and join us for an eveningof potato stamp madness!

We'll also be making bad potato jokes, drinking Potato Vodka, eating french fries, and will also hold the Dan Quayle Honorary Spelling Be. And all you fancy-ass font designers can bring enough potatoes to create your own alphabet. Extra points to anyone who can provide Mr. Potato Head items. Speaking of which, here are a few links to get you in the mood:

http://www.spudman.com http://winnie.acsu.buffalo.edu/potatoe

Bring potatoes (obviously), X-acto knives and other carving implements, and simple clip-art images or your own drawings that you'd like to work with. Also bring paper plates to stamp and test your design, and any objects that you will want to adorn with your fabulous new tuber-powered art work.

And now, the obligatory potato joke:

This guy walks into a bar, and notices his friend walking out the door surrounded by a bunch of women. He pulls his friend aside and asks what his secret is for getting all the ladies. "Don't tell anyone this," his friend confides, "but all you have to do is stuff a decent-sized potato down your pants."

The next night he does just that, but at the bar he notices everyone staying clear of him, even the men. He spots his friend and asks what's the deal? His friend looks at him and says "You're supposed to put it down the front."

[Yeah, it'll be that kind of night.]

Tuesday, August 21
5:30 to 7 or so

The Dovre Club
1498 Valencia (at 26th) in S.F.

BART - 24th Street Station, Muni lines 14, 26, 48, 49, 67


"I drink therefore I yam" - Popeye The Sailor Man (engaged in a deep philosophical bender on the true meaning of Descartes, while sitting uncomfortably with a potato in his trousers)