Two ‘99 alumni ponder over an embarrassment in a year of riches—a rightly forgotten piece of American indie irritainment. In spite of trying material, we try to transcend materiality—and by gum nearly succeed—but waistline ballast prevents ascension. Failing to fully follow through on Eric’s Body Challenge and attain freedom from fleshly shackles, it’s crosses up as we press toward the mark. Until that great and terrible day, slipshod Facade prevents union with G*d.