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It seems like school is a lot harder this year. I mean, is school this hard for everyone, or just me? Has it always been this hard, or have I just suddenly become less able to deal with it? Really, you guys, I used to be really good in school, I think my mom will vouch for my high school academic performance, and the first two years of college (save second semester of freshman year, which was a total waste of my time and money) weren't too bad. But this semester has been a lot like what Kate is talking about (my emphasis added): 29 October 2001I'm beginning to think that ADD isn't as much bullshit as I used to think it was. [:�] [No Comments] |
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 A picture my mom sent me today of me, my brother, and my sister on Halloween. I must have been six-ish, I suppose. Comment freely about how adorable we were...[No Comments] |
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You know, I was listening to "Real World" just now, because I hadn't listened to this album since it'd come out, and I realized again what a great song that is. I didn't like it for a long time because it was so grossly overplayed, but it's actually really good. This, ladies and gentlemen, is another reason why I don't listen to the radio: good song preservation. [Matchbox Twenty:�Yourself Or Someone Like You] [1 Comment] |
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I was scolded at the Neil Diamond concert by some middle-aged woman for yelling too loudly. Me. For yelling too loudly. At a Neil Diamond concert. Amanda and I were the source of overenthusiastic screaming, peppered with random, inappropriate Kevin Smith quotations. (Think, "DO IT, DOUG!") When we finished the list of movies Randall had to order from the distributer, and we both said "Happy, Scrappy, Hero Pup" really loud in unison, the gal next to me says "Can you guys be quiet? I came to hear him, not you." I replied, "OOOOOooohhhhhhh...." I asked her for her name later, she said it was none of my business... I must admit that while I'm not really what would be described as a hardcore Neil lover, it was in fact one of the best shows I've been to. That was a very enthusiastic crowd, and we had floor seats. It was sweet. He sang "Sweet Caroline" three times. [Semisonic:�Feeling Strangely Fine] [2 comments] |
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If only the internet had natural selection... This bitch would be a grease spot. [4 comments] |
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My horoscope at The Onion: Capricorn: (Dec. 22�Jan. 19) You will lose one of your oldest friends in the world when you fly into a violent rage over the sight of an incorrectly used apostrophe. Creepy, huh? [Ben Folds - Still Fighting It.mp3] [2 comments] |
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There is something very wrong with this website. It looks too much like a front for kiddie porn... [Poison - Something To Believe In.mp3] [2 comments] |
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I shook Tim Reynolds' hand tonight. Listen carefully: if any of you ever have the opportunity to see him play live, do. Just do. You can't understand me completely until you see for yourself; it's more than you can imagine. (Jeff, I waited around until afterwards to try to get him to autograph my copy of Nomadic Wavelength for you, but I only got a total of about 15 seconds with him; the whole time he was walking hurriedly away, so I only got one quote for my concert review, and no ink on the disc. Sorry, dude.) [Tim Reynolds:�Nomadic Wavelength] [4 comments] |
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Don't get me wrong, girls still suck; but somehow, the entire race sucks a little less now. [Ben Folds:�Rockin' the Suburbs] [1 Comment] |
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 Anything I can do to help.[4 comments] |
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Missy. [1 Comment] |
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It's snowing. If you've never stared of into the distance, then your life is a shame. Though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my own name. - Counting Crows, "Mrs. Potter's Lullabye" [Counting Crows:�This Desert Life] [3 comments] |
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You know, when I was a junior in high school, I was driving around with Jenny one night in "Old Red" (the name my sister gave to the '77 Cutlass Supreme she had in high school. When she left, I got it for a while, and it eventually ended up with my older brother.) and we were having a good time wasting the night. There was this twisty, gravel road south of Breckenridge we'd take quite a bit when we were bored, and one night, I just stopped the car out there. I don't really know why. It's way out in the middle of a couple wheat fields, and I just stopped the car, and we got out, and decided to walk out into the field. Now, I think the original plan was to just walk out until we got sick of it, and then go back, but we were talking during the stroll, and before we knew it, we'd reached the stream on the opposite side of the field, and in the meantime, the sun went away. So, we found ourselves at the edge of a plowed wheatfield, in the dark, far from my car, which was over the horizon anyway, so we didn't know if we'd even walked straight... So, we turned around, and started walking back. That was one of my favorite memories of my friendship with her. The point I'm making (besides the fact that I thought it was a good idea to write this down, so I didn't forget it) is that very, very, very rarely are our most precious memories of significant happenings. I mean, the best times of my life happened by accident. Out of nowhere the opportunity came to visit Jo in Nevada in '99. On the spur of the moment Dee was able to get Jeff and I tickets to a DMB show in Austin. And for no good reason, I decided to stop my car in the middle of Nowhere, MN one night, and Jenny and I went for a walk. Kate says that "Time is what life is made of. Therefore, wasting time is murder." I disagree. It's my experience that wasting time is what life is made of. Therefore, the fact that I haven't been bored for months is attempted suicide. I'm going to do homework. I'm going to play video games. I'm going to watch TV. I'm going to write HTML and Perl code. I'm not going to spend any more time with that sick feeling in my stomach, caused by the list of things I should be doing right now, and I'm going to accomplish this by cutting back on my obligations, and by having the dicipline to complete my obligations before I play video games, or watch TV, or write HTML code. I'm going to correctly prioritize my life. In American Beauty, Lester says "Remember those posters that said, 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life'? Well, that's true of every day but one --- the day you die." I'd rather not end up someday facing the day I die just to wonder where my life went. This week was hell, but it woke me up. It opened my eyes to what I've been doing to myself, and it made me realize what it's going to take to make it better. Last night, I went to watch Brenda Weiler play, and it was great. The night before that, I watched Office Space with some friends, and it was everything I needed. Tonight, I'm driving two hours to Morris, MN to see Brooks play. I'm going to enjoy my life more than ever from now on. I can't wait. [6 comments] |
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You have got to be kidding... UPDATE: Nope, they're not. Unfortunately, the maxi single is only ¥1050, but shipping is ¥1200. yatta (yah TAH) v. 1 Japanese short form for "yarimashita" meaning "did it". 2 When used as an exclamation, ("Yatta!") it has the meaning of "I did it!" [3 comments] |
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Have I ever mentioned how cool Jeff is? I like to think that everyone has a friend like Jeff in their lives, you know? Because I wouldn't want to live without him, and I don't think anyone else should, either. [Ani DiFranco:�Little Plastic Castle] [1 Comment] |
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And I've got no illusions about you. Guess what; I never did. When I said 'I'll take you,' I meant as is. - Ani DiFranco, "As Is" [1 Comment] |
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I'm not the begging type, but I know that somebody loves me, and I want this. Please? I only want what's fair; anyone who knows me knows that I'm not greedy. - Harvey Danger [4 comments] |
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Apparently, these are some of the anthrax-ridden postal matter tarrying around our country of recent. They've got a good idea, there. Hey, would you hesitate to open a letter from a fourth grader? |
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It's facinating what a little knowledge of the DNS system can get you at your local WHOIS server. I mean, I'm aware of everything in my file, but a lot of people who have a domain don't realize that their name, address, phone number, etc... are available to anyone. Furthermore, did you know that nodak.edu was registered before microsoft.com [Ben Folds Five:�Naked Baby Photos] |
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I've decided to coin a new word: mal-suc-cess (mal' suk ses) n. 1 the place between success and failure, an honorable effort that falls short of one�s goals Now, go forth; use and enjoy. [Leona Naess:�I Tried To Rock You But You Only Roll] |
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The degree to which I can procrastinate is something that would impress most people, but would likely disappoint my father greatly. But, like Andrew says, it will be done. I mean, it's gonna' get handed in tomorrow, therefore, at 15:30 at the greatest, my 68k assembly project will be done... potentially non-working, but done nonetheless. [Bob Dylan:�Live 1966-Bootleg Series Vol. 4] |
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I just got a letter from STEM today, apparently, they've doubled their staff recently when they partnered with Bethany Fellowship, and their regular giving isn't sufficient for how fast they're growing. However, they got a grant so that all the special giving they get this month (postmarked before Oct. 31) will be matched. I'd encourage you to either go to their donations page, or send a gift to: STEM, Int'l PO Box 386001 Minneapolis, MN 55438-6001 Whether you're Christian or not, these people do a lot of good work around the world, and they could use a hand. I thank you in advance. [Radiohead - Airbag.mp3] |
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 Tell me again why I go to school here? Oh, right, social life, gotcha. |
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You know, while I'm talking about my friends and stuff, this is a rather interesting couple of points:
Pi = 3.1415926. [Sunshine ByssKetts] |
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Just got off the phone with Aimee, and we were able to catch up a bit. We were talking about how we haven't actually met yet, and how making friends via the internet is becoming more acceptable, unlike when we first met (back in 1997). It's crazy, because I've got better ties with Aimee, whom I've never actually met before, than I do with many of my college friends who actually live in my zipcode. I mean, we've gone on kicks where we haven't kept up for a few months, but we never lose track of each other, and we always catch up. There are people out there who think that it's weird to meet your friends on the web, who think you should only include people you live with. Those are the same people who thrived in little cliquey towns like Wahpeton, ND; and not until I got to San Antonio did I realize that the secret to being "popular" isn't who you are, it's who's around you. There's a whole world out there, and finally, we have the tools to explore farther than our reach. Aimee, Nicole, Mindi, Jen, Michele, or Melissa by themself mean more to me than all my situational friends (thanks, Kate) in Fargo. And I realized a long time ago that sanity's a myth. And what's considered normal depends on who you're with... - Brooks West, "Snowflakes" |
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Just got back from the American Hi-Fi concert, and I can't hear a damn thing. Lots of crowd surfing, and the groping of young women; fortunately, I didn't see anyone get seriously hurt, and maybe I'm getting too old, but there should be no reason I should have to tell someone "It's okay, you're not bleeding anymore" at a concert. I might be flamed for saying this, but I actually liked the opening band, Phantom Planet better than I liked AHF. **shrug** They rocked. |
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 The Luscious Jackson record I had mentioned earlier came today. I unwrapped the plastic, pulled out the vinyl, and honestly...staring at a brand new record album... I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful come in the post before. The fresh black grooves in sweet, precise, concentric circles. The big colorful label in the middle, with a track listing on one side, and a big "Electric Honey" logo on the other. Oh, and the lyric sheet: one big, dark square with a photo collage opposite the song lyrics on the other side. I pity the fools who thought it was a good idea to stop making such a work of art. Compact discs might be smaller, easier, digital, and all around a better choice in a purely practical sense, but when it comes to the blind, overwhelming, soul-wrenching fetish for amazing music, vinyl will always be the only medium to complete such an emotional experience. I can't wait to go to work tomorrow (in the Fine Arts building) so I can listen to it; hear the crackle at the beginning as the needle sets down, and feel the poetry come forth... I've got lady fingers, baby I've got kidgloves baby I got heart... |
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Message left on Michelle's answering machine just now: "Hey, you've reached Michelle, leave me a message." **beep** "Hey, this is Travis, and I'm leaving a message, because I'm alive; so, if you get bored, gimme a call, otherwise, don't, cuz, if you're not bored, then you're probably busy. Okay, I'm done being an idiot now. Bye." [Sixpence None the Richer:�self-titled] |
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Thank you, and I'm sorry. Thank you, and I'm sorry. Thank you, and I'm sorry. Thank you. [Counting Crows - Amy Hit the Atmosphere.mp3] |
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...and make love on Saturday afternoons... [That Dog -�Just Like Me.mp3] |
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I KNEW it! I knew it as soon as she went upstairs. I said, "Wouldn't that be a bitch if she was in heaven? I mean, you'd be there, screwing John Cusack, and next think you know, your selfish fucking friends go and bring you back to life." I. Knew. It. [Lauren Laverne:�Take These Flowers Away] |
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On The Plains... On the plains of North Dakota, standing there for all to see, is an old abandoned outhouse and they called it UND. Hail the Bison. Hail the Bison, with your tails up in the air, University, University, Sioux can kiss what's under there. Bison once Bison twice, holy jumpin jehosephites, oh shit. Cock sucker mother f---er spit tabacco chew, were the mighty Bison who the F--K are you!?! Eat, bite, butt-f--k, gobble, nibble, chew, Nipple, pussy, hair-pie finger-f--k, screw, Moose shit, cat putter, orangutang tit, We're the mighty Bison. SIOUX SUCK SHIT! Dee says I can say "orangutang tit" again. - trav |
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And the bombs begin to fall. The best thing I've heard so far was some military guy on CNN uttered the words "exit stragegy" this evening. In the event that we do have a clear exit strategy, let's hope we get to use it. What really strikes me about all this is how last month, a group of us sitting here would probably be watching some sitcom or movie. Now we're watching... [MSNBC] |
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I'd call you by your first name, but that's the name of my old girlfriend and God makes girls named Jessica just to punish me. [Brooks West:�3 Songs] |
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Ya'll wanna' hear somethin'? Lately, I've been saying "Get familiar, bitch!" And she probably thought she was just making a funny blog entry. |
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So I get this email from Ducky saying Look look, the moon, the moon! Lovely, isn't it?So being my building faces the other way, I have to go all the way downstairs, I go outside, and I look... It was lovely. See, when you have all these friends everywhere across the world, it's great to know that there's something we all share. We can't say, "You should go to this game tonight with me," but we can say "Hey, go check out the moon" or "Turn on UPN!" We share a lot more than we think we do. Thanks, Ducky. [X-Files: Blood (Season 2)] |
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Email from Editor John this morning: Trav-- Dave Matthews collaborator Tim Reynolds is coming to MSUM on Oct. 27. I am going to put you on this one since you are obsessed with DMB. I will try to get you the works--CD, interview, access. Media packet is on my desk. --John Breathe. |
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I know ya' do. |
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I just got my inbox down from 100 messages to 26. Almost there. [Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds:�Live at Luther College] |
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You know, I never did the math before, but last night, Nic asked me how many hours a week I work...
[Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds:�Live at Luther College] |
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Bad thing: Grand Royal is shutting down. Good thing: All the stuff is cheap. Electric Honey on vinyl! Beach Ringer T-shirt! 17 bucks! [Travis:�The Man Who] |
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Melissa, brace thyself... I'm getting into Buffy. Now, I'm going to repeat that, because it bears repeating. I, Travis Kroh, am getting into Buffy, the vampire slaying piece of T&A on UPN. See, A&E Editor John is the biggest Buffy fan I know, and one day I was givin' him some static about the Sarah posters he has in the Spctrum office; he didn't like getting static about it. So he just said "If you watch one episode of Buffy and tell me you don't like it, I'll forgive you." So, then, he's gettin' me into it. Maybe even Angel, too, cuz that sounds like a cool show. Anyway, my character is Xander, just like Michele. We'll see how this all turns out. |
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Melissa redesigned. Cool. In other news, girls suck. [Bree Sharp:�Cheap & Evil Girl] |
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Have you ever been so happy you couldn't speak? Neil and John just watched me sit catatonic for fifteen minutes in the Spectrum office while I stared lustfully at the new Leona Naess album. Up until about twenty minutes ago, Sheryl Crow's "If It Makes You Happy" single held the title of the most amazing album cover I'd ever seen. This album's cover is the new owner of the "Most Orgasmic Album Cover Ever" award. This album came right to the Spectrum, yo. I was there to get it when it came. I mean, how can people not believe in God when things like this happen? This is the highlight of the last 90 days of my life. When I first sat down to stare at it, I think Neil was afraid something was wrong with me. I can't fully explain how joyful I am right now. [Leona Naess:�I Tried To Rock But You Only Roll] |
