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I was at the mega hipster concert at the state fair the other day, with Sonic Youth and The Flaming Lips. Even Wayne from the Lips said he was surprised to be playing a state fair, and wished there were shows like that where he grew up. Once the rain passed, the show was good, I liked Sonic Youth, and I probably should know more of their stuff than I do. But the Lips show was fantastic, and it just reminded me of what a great song ‘Do You Realize’ is. Schulte and I disagree on whether the song itself is happy (my opinion) or sad (his). The content of the song is ultimately sad:

Do you realize, that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

I think it’s a positive outlook on an otherwise confusing and depressing topic (death).

There’s another song on the new album that I hadn’t really listened to, but has a very similar vibe.

They tell us “Autumn’s a comin’ and soon everything around us will die
Only a fool believes that he is different from the birds in the sky

I dig both songs, and I find myself stuck a fair amount on these topics lately, which I attribute to growing the hell up, and leaving things behind.  It’s good to hear that other folks are putting time in on it, and hearing others’ perspectives on the whole ordeal I believe is part of the point.  Also, when it’s backed up by some kicking tunes, and a crowd full of stoned out hippies, who are in their minds, really truly enjoying life, it can’t be bad for anyone.

I got a sweet birthday present yesterday, from my loving and wonderful girlfriend.  It’s a Gameboy DS Lite. It’s shiney, and gadgety, but so far, the most fun I’ve had is playing random people around the world at Tetris, and beating the hell out of them.  I’ve had it for 24 hours and I’m 17-3.  There is a special sort of joy that can’t be had in any other way, and that is the joy of knowing that you’ve beaten someone so bad at Tetris that they’ve thrown their Gameboy across the room in rage.

Dear Coke,

Can I call you Coke?  I feel like I’ve known you for so long.  Let me start this out by saying that I’m a huge fan of yours.  You are the beverage of choice for me, when I’m given the choice.  When I am asked, “Is Pepsi ok?”, I know the answer is no, Pepsi is terrible and I will not drink it.  The only thing that Pepsi has ever had on you is the commercials.  Fortunately, they don’t affect the taste.  You could have the most amazing commercials in the history of commercials, but you’re still drinking Windex. In any event, I write to you today not so much to sing your praises, but to plead with you.  There was a time, in our land, when a man could open a can of Coke without getting it on his hands, where he could comfortably sip a coke without a rush of fluids landing on his shirt and lap.  I’m talking about a time before the wide mouth can.  This wasn’t so long ago that no one remembers, but there was a time where no cans had wide mouths.  I hold Mountain Dew personally responsible.  This may have been the perfect move for them and their ‘extreme’ campaign, but it has ruined the joy of the soda drinking community.  They probably didn’t know that executives around the world would see this as an opportunity to force more soda down the throats of the consumers faster than ever before.  This is why I write to you today Coke, please, hear my prayer, and rid the good Coke Drinkers of the plague upon their soda.  Get rid of the wide mouth cans, get rid of the too fast pour, get rid of the sticky fingers upon opening.  You have it in your power, make it so.

Just returned from a visit to the north country of Wisconsin, on that most superior of lakes.  Land of cheese, trees, and fried cheese.

Best dinner of the visit:  the brown one.

Best doll of the visit: Abraham Lincoln ($75)

Best duck of the visit:  Peking, because al’orange didn’t survive.

Best birdie of the visit: Mine, I think it was hole 16.

Best cemetery of the visit: The French one, with two people who died on my birthday.  No evidence of zombies though.

Best Star Crunch of the visit:  Seriously, they were all great.

11:08 <@thejizzle> if my gang had stats
11:08 <@thejizzle> online
11:09 <@thejizzle> i just had a sweet idea
11:09 <@thejizzle> www.mygangspace.com

Yesterday I went to the hardware store; I needed tools.

I bought a corded Black & Decker power drill, and some other stuff

Gordon Lightfoot was playing over the intercom.

Everything seemed to line up in that moment.

This past thursday, I recieved this email, sent company wide:

Dear friends and coworkers,

Please accept my humble apologies for the fish odor circulating the office. A great hunger and lack of other food options led me to exercise incredibly poor judgment, made all the worse by the fact that I committed the same sin several moons ago and apparently did not learn my lesson. This time, please rest assured that it will never, ever happen again.

there was blood on the disc last night, i was just wondering who’s it was