The closed stacks of the John Carter Brown library. Good times. Or maybe a desecration of all that is sacred. It's hard to remember.
The fieldhouse at the Appalachian State football stadium (first time!), in the stacks at Duke Library, behind a church off I-64 in West Virginia. Reasonably certain that last one was where my oldest kid was conceived.
This promises to be the sort of thread that makes my life feel rather dull indeed.
3: I thought we were just supposed to share one. Show-off. And did you name the kid Jesus?
behind a church off I-64 in West Virginia
Oddly enough, I can claim that one, too. What are the chances?
For the record, it was NOT with apo.
If you broaden the definition of sex a bit, then the floor of the U.S. House of Representatives.
If you broaden the definition of sex a bit, then the floor of the U.S. House of Representatives
Getting a handjob from Rep. Foley doesn't count.
If so broadened, then I-90 in southern Minnesota, doing about 70.
8: I think most members of the House would have considerable problems with how broadly I already define sex. But suit yourself. Especially if you supply details.
Again with the broad definition, I can lay claim to several regions in Central Park from my checkered high school career.
a few highlights:
courthouse washroom
... several other washrooms
middle school dance (not mine), in the gym during the dance.
parade float (not in the parade, waiting for it)
churches
cemetaries
back of a car with one of our parents driving (oral)
inside sailboat being raffled in a mall.
on a apartment balcony (4th floor, midday)
bus stop
train stop
train
back of a police car, in cuffs
airplane washroom (had to try, it gets talked about)
in a street, standing
there are probably others I'm forgetting.
I've included two where I was present but not actively engaged, as it were.
And did you name the kid Jesus?
No, though he is a weirdly well-behaved kid who never has to be disciplined or reprimanded for anything. Hmm.
um, all of above are narrowly defined.
The aforementioned churchyard
Pitchers mound of a ballpark
The roof of an Ivy League dormitory
Hayloft
Bed of a pickup truck
Cemetary
Park bench
Tanning booth
My (former) boss's desk
middle school dance (not mine)
Like 'em young, eh?
Mongolia. (Unusual for non-Mongols, that is.)
Also, just off an Alpine path.
15: "he is a weirdly well-behaved kid"
Yes, but has he ever had a goat in his butt?
back of a police car, in cuffs
Wow, JFK. I genuflect before you.
My (former) boss's desk
Former? Was your performance review that bad?
Wait, people are emailing suggestions for posts now? Whatever happened to good old-fashioned threadjacks?
17: Congratulations, KR, a tanning booth is the first one to make me think: "that's icky." I suspect that more are on the way.
hmm. also, not sure why i decided this needed presidential.
I can add:
My office, their office, bosses office, CEO's office, conference rooms
Golden Gate Bridge (forgot that one)
parks count? erm, several.
in a kayak (have to be very careful not to tip)
in a canoe (much easier)
in the not-such a great idea department:
car & motorcycle while driving (obvious logistical constraints)
roofs, but particularly with taller buildings surrounding.
parking garage.
tent. in a department store display (handjob)
In 18 of the European Union's 27 countries. Collecting them all is tricky, given the pace of expansion.
18: she was older than I was.
Under the expanded definition I could add...
Interstate 80 near Iowa City
Lavatory of a train in Italy
Train compartment in Russia
In "David's Pool" in an Israeli national park
Crew parking building at Lufthansa
Elevator in an apartment building
not sure why i decided this needed presidential.
There's no need to second-guess that decision.
In a kayak? Really?
Paris, France (first time! and a few more)
Widener, stacks of
a classroom in a building next to the Div School
Sinaia, Transylvania
some beach on Cape Cod
the Army-Navy Club, Washington, D.C.
my boss's office (not with my boss)
my office (not with my boss)
21: The cop was some pissed when he got back, too.
parking garage
Damn. Pwned. Though it doesn't count unless it was a busy one.
Sinaia, Transylvania
Oh, people have sex there every day.
I predict little overlap between those posting anecdotes in this thread and those who posted them in the "crippling anxiety about attempting to kiss" thread.
31: well, more `on a kayak', (a double) than `in', and oral. But, yeah.
Oh: once in every building at a university (we were collecting)
Just off the hiking path in the Watkins Glen gorge.
31: The kayak is the one that surprises you? I have to say that I can't even fathom having sex on a moving motorcycle. Just ponder the physics.
37: Oh, I don't know. It's not like I have sex in Transylvania every day.
Widener, stacks of
The Dread Ex suggested this on the day she was leaving Cambridge, and fool that I was, I declined because I was tired and wanted to sleep late. Arrrrrgh!
34: it was busy. we caused a minor accided (feel bad about that, actually)
I was about to have sex at the law school library once, but all the fucking windowless study rooms were taken. Foiled.
A friend of mine dislocated his hip when the saddle he and his girlfriend were having sex in fell off the bed. Her sorority sisters had to help carry him to the car for the ride to the hospital.
Poor guy.
30,000 feet over Germany
The Indian Ocean
Banff, Jasper, various campsites therein.
46: "Beavis's dad was in the Navy. He was a seaman."
The cop was some pissed when he got back, too.
Two stories from where I grew up. I can assure you that neither one is an urban legend, although they sure have the sound of one:
High school girl is having an affair with the deputy sheriff. They're getting it on in the police cruiser, and they accidentally bump against the radio mike so that the police dispatcher can hear everything.
Another girl is having an affair with the ambulance driver. He parks the ambulance in a remote spot, and they get it on in the back. He accidentally turns on the flashing light, attracting the attention of the minister who lives nearby, who comes to investigate and finds them in flagrante.
46: Hmmmm there's a new one to try.
40: handjobs are easy there, of course, but if the girl is smallish she can slide round front and you can still see and steer just fine. I don't actually recommend it, but we were dared. Got some very strange looks.
all the fucking windowless study rooms
Well, you're not allowed to get it on in the non-fucking windowless study rooms, so I can see the problem.
This John F. Kennedy person is banned, whoever he is. He can find a less neurotic blog.
54: dunno, Ned. An obsession with sexing it up in crazy places could definitely qualify as a neurosis.
11: then I-90 in southern Minnesota, doing about 70.
That's a pretty large vehicle to fit 70 other people in it.
54: Admittedly, my life is very dull indeed, but I'm having a hard time not suspecting that JFK is putting us on.
That's a pretty large vehicle to fit 70 other people in it.
Get on the bus, ma'am.
Perhaps JFK could just tell us about the places he hasn't (yet) had sex.
In a nudist camp hot tub.
Not that impressive, but it's all I got.
Basement of Wilson Library, UNC campus
Basement of Phillips Hall, UNC campus (I'm sensing a trend)
Little Rock, AR
Fort Bragg army base (outskirts, outside)
in a truck on a soccer field next to an elementary school (at night!! nobody there!)
The sad thing is now that I go over these in my head I have to remember partners and what happened and it seems that I have led a locationally-vanilla existence. Sigh.
In a seminary (not with Adam). In a moving car on I-90, I-80, and a couple of other interstates I don't remember (not with anyone here). Other than that, the normal shit: on my parents' living room floor while they were at work, in my boyfriend's room while his mom was downstairs, in parking lots, that kind of shit.
Little Rock, AR
Well in that case, Wilkes-Barre, PA. Nobody else here can say that, now, can they?
Oh yes, I almost forgot about the time at the Heidelberger Thingstätte, where everything seemed nice and private, until out of nowwhere a helicopter flew overhead.
With the same girl there was also an incident in a Jagdsitz
I have to save mine, so I can play Two Truths and a Lie with y'all later.
Narrowly defined: the Atlantic ocean, not far from the public beach. Unsurprisingly, it really is the motion. More broadly defined: a dressing room at a thrift store named "Granny's Goodies" (And no, it wasn't with Granny.)
I once got as far as second base beside a river in New England, but we had to cut that session short because we were on a camping trip with a mutual work superior and his kids and a bunch of other people.
Nothing adventurous at all really:
on my ex g/friends bed [the kicker, three of her friends were spectating]
on a footpath/road [it was quite quiet but people were walking past]
in bushes behind local social club/community centre [with someone I'd only met 10 minutes before]
on an underground train platform
in the hall of a shared flat [people were stepping over us to get into the kitchen]
in a cave
Wilkes-Barre, PA. Nobody else here can say that, now, can they?
No, but I've got Scranton and Pocono covered.
64: You got your Thing sated in Heidelberg?
I never had sex in a university building, but my friends and I did build a bonfire on top of the student center once.
Back of a bus full of boy scouts (under expanded definitions.)
Town park, mid-afternoon, behind a platform tennis court (also expanded definition)
A couple hostels- Switzerland, Paris- not private rooms.
Island on Lake George
Back of a bus full of boy scouts (under expanded definitions.)
Circle jerks don't count.
Outside, not very far away from a wedding. Also, the driver's blowjob, but that's about it. Ah well.
JFK, unmask!
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.
79- The post requested unusual places only.
in a boat
with a goat
in the rain
in the dark
on a train
in a car
in a tree
in a box
with a fox
in a house
with a mouse
here or there
anywhere
79: Why do you think they have to import people from the entire continental US?
I'm just disappointed that nobody had the courage to confess to "DC Unfogged - Flophouse Bathroom" or "Beck's bed while she was out."
84: No one had sex at DCUnfogged. We're all just making shit up.
On a DC city bus. In the afternoon. I fooled everyone by sitting on his lap with my skirt around my waist, I did.
Train and subway platform, but those have both been covered. The craziest was a cinema showing a Harry Potter film on opening night.
Beck's bed while she was out
s/b Becks' bed while she was out cold.
No one had sex at DCUnfogged. We're all just making shit up.
You had me totally fooled. Now, I do not feel so nervous about having to put out if I come to DC Unfogged.
an alley in Nashua, New Hampshire
wrestling-mat storage loft in a high school
large rock in center of Souheagan river
church cafeteria in Rutland, VT
drive-in movie theater (cliche, but nobody else has claimed it, so it must be unusual)
Interstate 495
Actually, I was lying. We all had sex with each other.
Narrowly defined:
On the lawn of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts at 3am
In a closet during a good-bye party w/ the guest of honour
On a professor's desk, not one of my profs
Ditto, but one of my profs
In the storeroom of a head shop
In a stairwell at the Sheraton Boston
On a theatre set as it was being struck
On the grounds of the Newport RI Navy base, finishing only moments before the Shore Patrol showed up
On a professor's desk, not one of my profs
Ditto, but one of my profs
You took classes from SEK?
These days, after all that misuse, the words "narrowly defined" and "Fontana Labs" don't go together anymore.
I would never do it in any of these public locations. A deserted parking lot 200 feet from an abandoned factory in the middle of the night was nerve-wracking enough.
re: 95
I'd have said the same. I'm not attracted to risk, and I'm fairly private and not-exhibitionist. I don't even like leaving the curtains open.
But somehow, these things end up happening [especially if alcohol and/or quasi-exhibitionist girlfriends are involved].
I'm actually not putting you on.
For the record, the two I wasn't so directly involved in are the sailboat (i was lookout) and the police car (i was in a second car). The former wasn't as risky as it sounds, we were friends with the guy doing mall security.
Much of the above list stems from one particular girl though, who was kind of exhibitionist, but more about pushing boundaries. We ended up in a weird `top that' dynamic for a while. Some of it was a lot of fun, but also we were both very young and generally had a screw the world attitude.
As for the bikes: not unusual amongst bikers, and I was amongst bikers.
The Smy/th Class/ical library at Har/vard is inside Wide/ner. Most departmental libraries are outside of Widener and are staffed by librarians. Classics is much more low-key. and you just get a key to the library if you're a concentrator or taking a sufficiently advanced course. You'd need it, because that's where they leave course reserve items. Just before Widener was to close, somebody would come in to warn you to leave the library, but there was a small set of stacks in the back and a couple of computers in another back room which required a separate key. There was no window there, so nobody would notice if the lights were on.
I never did this, but I figured that you could go in the back stacks and nobody would know. Then you could either do something there or go out into the main library. The main library room was quite comfortable. There were oriental rugs and nice leather chairs. I don't remember whether there was a couch.
Okay, I went a little crazy on the google proofing in 98.
Reasonably certain that last one was where my oldest kid was conceived.
Ha, my youngest was conceived in a graveyard in Vermont. And my wife has told all her friends, so there's way too much nudge nudge wink wink about it...
In the middle of four giant, turning screws is the only really notable one that comes immediately to mind for me. I'm assuming that, along with anything else at Burning Man, doesn't really count.
Plenty of vaguely icky living-rooms-of-friends and interstates and whathaveyou, but those are sort of boring by this point in the thread.
96: But somehow, these things end up happening
Dear unfogged,
I never though this would happen to me, but...
I worked in the W/dener stacks for a while, and I can testify that the physical evidence (mainly in the form of condoms or, more commonly and less ickily, condom wrappers) suggests that quite a few people get busy there.
I enjoyed the thread about bizarre emotional entanglements better. Bizarre locational entanglements don't have the same appeal.
Really, they're just making me feel unadventurous. Central Park was because I was a teenager and didn't have anyplace else to go, but there's a whole lot to be said for privacy and a comfortable bed.
Getting chased off the beach in flagrante by the cops was called "the weekend" where I grew up.
BG: Are you a classicist?
What I find is interesting is the etiquette surrounding other people's public or semi-public sex, especially in an environment where true privacy really isn't possible. Obviously you don't stare, but do you pretend not to notice? Do you look on with cheerful tolerance? Mild opprobium? Do you seek out something, anything else to stare at?
re: 102
A moderate level of exhibitionism seems a fairly common 'thing' among youngish women. Or at least that was my experience. And it's hard not to go along with it without coming over as a boring prude. Plus, alcohol.
LB is right, there's a lot to be said for privacy and comfort.
- In a teacher's office, with the teacher (art school)
- On a beach that we thought was remote, but were interrupted mid-coitus by about a hundred boy scouts on a hike.
- Next day on a different beach, were interrupted by some dog walkers.
- Same day, same beach. Success, but were hit by an enormous wave on climax.
LB, I'm sure that outside of a genuine desire for risk or whatever, a lot of this sort of thing comes up just because you are too young to have a private place of your own reliably. So it probably correlates highly with sexual activity at a young age.
- On a beach that we thought was remote, but were interrupted mid-coitus by about a hundred boy scouts on a hike.
You needn't have worried, they had probably all been blowing each other on the way there (see 75).
One summer, I stayed at the NYU Law School Dorms. On one floor (14th?), there is a laundry room with glass windows right next a large common balcony. I walked out one night to find a couple getting it on. The odd part was that they were totally naked. No discrete parting of the clothes. Every bit of clothing was off.
BG: Are you a classicist?
oudemia, I wouldn't put it quite that way. My undergraduate degree is in Classics, but I haven't done any serious reading since then. I'd need to do a fairly thorough grammar review to feel comfortable reading again. Even then, I think that it would be more fun if I could get a couple of people to form a reading group.
Ooh, firestairs (indoor, not a fire escape) of a brownstone in Brooklyn.
a lot of this sort of thing comes up just because you are too young to have a private place of your own reliably
Or, you need to get away from your darn nosy kids.
What I find is interesting is the etiquette surrounding other people's public or semi-public sex, especially in an environment where true privacy really isn't possible. Obviously you don't stare, but do you pretend not to notice? Do you look on with cheerful tolerance? Mild opprobium? Do you seek out something, anything else to stare at?
I encountered this once. I got really annoyed that these people were making others uncomfortable in a supposedly public place by their selfish behavior, but didn't feel strong enough in my moral superiority to make them know that they were not alone.
In a London hostel room having 5 or 6 other people in it.
In highschool, people used to make out in the piano practice rooms. This always annoyed me, because I'd schedule time to practice the piano and couldn't. It seemed to me that the people who went into the attic of the theater were a lot more considerate.
Oops, forgot, in the cardiac care ward of a hospital. That one was fun.
I got really annoyed that these people were making others uncomfortable in a supposedly public place by their selfish behavior
Right, I mean, the least they could've done is extend an invitation to join them.
116: You can always quickly make up a few placards reading `2.5' '3.0' , '2.7' to wave at them when they're done.
Oops, forgot, in the cardiac care ward of a hospital. That one was fun.
Ah, the old "reverse Nelson Rockefeller" gambit.
My high school had five stairwells. Four in heavy use by pedestrians, and one by the art rooms where you really wanted to make noise walking so as to give couples time to flee or arrange themselves.
re: 121
I was once making out with a girl in a darkened nightclub. Nothing particularly unseemly or exhibitionist. No inappropriate touching. But, when we stopped, the people at the next table clapped.
That was a 'I hope the floor opens up and swallows me' moment as we (the girl and I) had only just met and it was all a bit awkward.
where my [...] kid was conceived
Unless you were turkey-bastering it or that was the only time you had sex that month, how would you know?
122: I can never go to MOMA without thinking of that.
Once while sharing a room with the woman's sister. It was the first time the woman and I had ever hooked up.
I'm getting the sense that the ladies like nattarG.
Unless you were turkey-bastering it
"Yeah, funny story, our first kid was conceived in a graveyard. No, we didn't have sex there."
125: A woman I know told me that her son was concieved on a certain day. I asked her how the hell she could be so sure. She just kind of gave me a look, then told me that was the only sex they had in 2 1/2 years --- which shut me up.
You ought to cheer them on, if you want to make them uncomfortable (or, I guess, for the special few, more comfortable).
"Two! Four! Six! Eight! You can really copulate!"
"Eight! Four! Six! Two! We enjoyed watching you!"
I got really annoyed that these people were Larry Craig was making others uncomfortable in a supposedly public place by their selfish his non-gay behavior
130: I wish. I'd be hooked up.
OT: Does anyone teach Greek tragedy in translation? I love the Chicago translations, but students are finding them hoary these days, and I hate most of the modern translations because they are "chatty."
On the train "The Northerner" in New Zealand; in the observation car.
in the observation car.
exhibitionist.
132: Or just point out that the video you've been taking with your phone will be on the internet by the time they get home, if they are interested.
`2.5' '3.0' , '2.7' to wave at them when they're done.
I formally file a protest.
124: A friend of mine likes to tell the story about the first time she had sex with the guy she would go on to date for several years during college. Halfway through, they realized that their blinds were open, and that there was half a roof-full of fellow students exhorting them on from the top of the dorm next door. The two of them really put on quite a performance before they realized what was happening, too, the way she tells it, with all of the self-conscious, overt theatricality of a passionate but naive first-time sexual experience. She was mortified at the time, but can certainly laugh about it now.
Insofar as "location" can be said to encompass one's station, does having sex with a princess count?
Obviously you don't stare, but do you pretend not to notice? Do you look on with cheerful tolerance? Mild opprobium? Do you seek out something, anything else to stare at?
You look surprised, say "oh! sorry!" and go somewhere else.
Or you can choose the disapproving, how-dare-they-make-other-people-uncomfortable route, if you wanna be a snoot about it.
sex that month
Hmmm, you might want to learn more about the fertility cycle in women before you proceed.
That said, it was rather squeezed in, in a crazy week or two surrounding my father's death, where that was the only likely culprit.
141: As long as she didn't turn into a pumpkin later!
A gentleman never tells, but she was the genuine article, at least as my occasional reading of W and such indicates.
Between JFK and William Howard Taft we have some pretty experienced presidents here.
Please don't tell me you are the same person
They say that cat Taft is a bad mother...
In the middle of the afternoon, in a cemetery. When we were finished we realized that there was a whole funeral standing outside, waiting for us to be done.
The thing is, cemeteries are such pretty places. Lots of trees and flowers. People should have sex there.
When we were finished we realized that there was a whole funeral standing outside, waiting for us to be done.
Oh dear.
PK was conceived in my in-laws' bed.
On the couch in a boyfriend's apartment. Halfway through, we noticed that there were people watching us from their fire escape through a window what we didn't know was a possible place to be observed from. We figured what the hell and went on with what we were doing, they had to put some effort into watching us, so it wasn't as if we were inflicting a distasteful spectacle on them. Occupied in other matters, we kind of forgot about them, until one said loudly enough to be heard from the next building "Guys! Look! He's still doing it!"
The boyfriend was preening over that for a surprisingly long time.
150 gets it right.
You're lucky they didn't sue you.
97:
"Not so directly involved in...I was in the second car"
I'm sorry, if you were in a whole nother car, you don't count as having sex, no matter how broad the definition.
I believe that I've said here that in grad school my study carrel smelled of Vaseline. This irritated me, as it detracted from my dissertation-writing experience.
Teo: Not big enough to hide in.
156: Well, Labs, you shouldn't have used so much then.
156: A likely story, given that Vaseline has no odor. What are you hiding from us?
In the middle of the afternoon, in a cemetery. When we were finished we realized that there was a whole funeral standing outside, waiting for us to be done.
Canada, right?
156: Look, you can use your carrel for studying or for butt sex, but not both.
155: That's why I told you up front. Those two were great locations, so I had to tell you about them. And I was there, so I know it happened. For what its worth, I have had sex in a police cruiser, but it was with a cop, so not so interesting.
147: No. I'd assume Taft has to have some intersting locations, though. Would it be worse or better if we were the same person?
there was a whole funeral standing outside, waiting for us to be done.
On board with the cemetery sex, but this part is weak. It's not like a band of people just show up without others preparing the site and such.
As long as she didn't turn into a pumpkin later!
Or worse, during.
JFK has kind of made this a pointless exercise, but there was once in a booth at a restaurant where I worked (after my shift, on a busy evening) and once at the bookstore where I'd worked previously (we'd closed, but we were still on the clock, so, you know, we were sticking it to the man).
Friends of mine have a game called the sextoral college. For every state you have had sex in you get the electoral college votes for that state. You win when you're elected president. I'm at 159.
JFK has kind of made this a pointless exercise
Oh, sorry.
Not my intent. Really. I haven't talked about any of this for literally years. It was kind of fun to make a list.
Totally banal, given the previous content, but I've always been a fan of the "every room in the house" game. Especially when you date someone who lives in a co-op. We did not, unfortunately, win with that one.
168: That's okay, JFK, I meant it in admiration.
Or worse, during.
Let's not be too hasty...
169: there is a variant, popular during college years, knowns as `every person in the house'.
Just kidding. She's totally not a pumpkin.
Or worse, during.
At which point you would be known as "Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater"
This thread is the sort of thing I'm talking about, guys.
167- No credit for international? Isolationist.
165: Alls I know is that there were a bunch of well dressed people waiting by the gate when we left who weren't there when we came in. We just hid our faces and scurried away.
Reading JFK's list, I kept wanting to combine it with a Seussian rhythm, kind of like a sex version of Green Eggs and Ham.
Then I got to post 81 and somebody already did that. Oh well.
Recess yard of a parochial elementary school, how about that. But it was night, I hasten to add.
172: When you live in a co-op, that is a truly unpleasant thought. Though the communal shower phenomenon makes it a lot simpler, I suppose.
I've never had sex in an interesting location. That I recall, and it seems likely I'd recall.
Does self-abuse count?
183: I had a friend who told me one of the great things about being a girl was that when you got stuck in freeway traffic (bay area commute, so pretty much every day) you could always get yourself off to pass the time and people hardly ever (her words) noticed.
167: 294, go me! And look, I'm bipartisan - NY, CA and TX.
182: There was a guy in my co-op who made the old college try for that one. Even though I wasn't getting any otherwise at the time, I was pleased to be a non-participant. I think he qualifies as the only person I've ever actively enjoyed rebuffing.
If I'd known about the sextoral college, I'd have made some attempt to hook up in New York and Texas.
187: so which one is he in that photo you posted?
Heh. Bearded guy, standing not too far from me, if I recall correctly.
The sextoral college is quite biased against those of us who live in places like Minot, N.D.
188: That game really should be played for a point a state. The rules based on electoral votes make the easier states even easier.
192: Not a camper myself, but under either system you could nail down all four corners rather quickly. Depending on weather and physiology, of course.
The variant that I like is "Better biblically know a district." In this variation you do the Maine/Nebraska way of assigning electoral votes. So for each state you get 2 points, but on top of that you get 1 point for each congressional district.
Wow. This thread makes me hate my life.
Simultaneously, even.
(Odd things one notices while listening to local news when out of town. A very large portion of the US describes itself as 'the tri-state area.')
I'm pursuing a modified Southern strategy.
191, 192: Given the probabilities, points should be the inverse of electoral college votes. Having sex in every room of a house in Minot would be like playing the word 'quetzals' into a corner in Scrabble.
places i've had sex:
1) in my dreams
2)
192- Game it. Makes trips to LA and NYC and get a bunch of points for the least amount of effort.
198: Alaska outside of Anchorage is a triple letter score.
197: Good road trip from Michigan down to Florida?
179: 175 is absolutely fucking hilarious if you're familiar with the Musilm Brotherhood.
199: I've had sex in other peoples dreams
134.2: I used to (it's been ~8 yrs), and had the same experience. Have you considered the stuff Hackett's been putting out the last several years (or are these the "chatty" ones)? I'm not a big fan (maybe for idiosyncratic reasons), but people seem to agree they're "good for teaching".
