So, what the hell ARE hangouts, any who?

Stand up performance art of the neural kind
(although, to tell the truth, we are usually sitting quieting
waiting for the ambience to cycle up to operating temperature...)

In a short statement from a friend of ours (jm)...

"We want our brains to fire up into extreme fluency on demand 

   (with the sound the furnace makes 

   when the gas hits the pilot light)"

"We want to stay close to the gooey interface, 

   wherein hormones make neurons talk, 

   and language meets linoleum"

"We want to be able to express 

   the hilarity, 

   the absurdity, 

   the wafer-thin profundity 

   of having a 'mind' that is compelled 

   to 'make sense' of 'all this stuff' that 'happens'."