bonfire rally

Sadly, Bob Dylan‘s trip to the Berkeley Greek Theater coupled with the absurdly early Big Game date (Oct. 20th, Jesus Christ!) means that the epic Bonfire Rally will not be happening this fall. Apparently, Bob Dylan and various other concert structures are difficult to set up and extremely flammable, leading to a cancellation of fire-laden activities.

UC Rally Committee will attempt to hold an alternate rally at Edwards Stadium, but without the usual awe-inspiring pyrotechnics. Well Cal, if there’s anything worth protesting over, it’s this. Get those picket signs out and start chanting “Freshmen more wood!”

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The Big Game weekend’s almost here, with bonfire revelers at the Greek Theater scheduled to start torching at 7 p.m. tomorrow night.  The UC Rally Committee–Berkeley’s oldest student organization and protector of thy holy university traditions since 1901–held a Stanford tree whackathon on Sproul Plaza yesterday, wherein they cut logs subtly painted over with blaring red Stanford logos to teensy pieces.  Sledgehammer symbolism, anyone?

For those of you who missed the melee, pictures follow after the cut. read more »


In the hills of Berkeley, there exists a bright beacon of Golden Bear pride, and that is the Big C. It’s a steep hike (give us a break–we work behind computers!), but the Clog sallied forth at 10 p.m. to visit and otherwise disrupt UC Rally Committee’s guarding during Big Game week.

First things first: If you plan to take pictures, make sure you have a charged camera ready to go. So much for being tech savvy.

Needless to say, we managed to take some pictures …

After huffing and puffing, we reached the top, where “C” marks the spot. Despite our loud comments of “Let’s paint it red!” and “Ambush Rally Comm!,” there was no one to hear our genius. We walked across the C, stepping on a light (oops), and we realized the C had a whole string of lights looped around. So we plugged it in.

Unfortunately, Rally Comm sucks at lighting, but perhaps that’s all for the better, considering they had Christmas lights against the dry brush of the hill. Their decorated C was lackluster at best.

We must have signaled to them because soon after three bewildered Rally Commers came trudging up the hill. We greeted them, offered chocolate, but they spurned our hospitality. They attempted to fix the lighting, and we took pictures of ourselves.

The view was amazing at the top of the hill, especially during this holiday season. If you are either drunk or have a camera that’s about to die, the view would look something like this:

The Rally Commers walked the perimeter of the C, finding a smashed bulb at the base. “It must have been Stanfurd,” we said. Of course. Oh, how we love school rivalry!

Then we really thought Stanfurd was coming up the hill when a whole herd of men arrived at the scene. Immediately they stared snapping away, their flashes bright in the nakedness of the night.

“Take pictures of them taking picture of us!” one of us shouted.

Engineers! They weren’t Stanfurdites at all, just some pleasant (albeit awkward company). At least they were friendly enough to scarf up our chocolate peace offering.

Rally Comm never did figure out the lights while we were up there, but it was still enjoyable to hang out around a demented-looking-candy-cane string of lights. While they futzed about, we dusted off our pants and bid all a good night, knowing that would be the last time we’d ever hang around that many freshmen and engineers.

Image Source: Dena Fehrenbacher