But O! Discordia Dietrich stalked not alone
For wretched weird weaves its webs uncaring
Of the great loves and losses of man.
Men mean little when measured by it.
With a bone-chill howl a hero's fate was sealed
Soon widows weeping would echo the wood
A son's scream would shatter the trees
And the bellowing of a beastly villain
Would carry no more through the cold world!
Der Deitrichlied - Me
For wretched weird weaves its webs uncaring
Of the great loves and losses of man.
Men mean little when measured by it.
With a bone-chill howl a hero's fate was sealed
Soon widows weeping would echo the wood
A son's scream would shatter the trees
And the bellowing of a beastly villain
Would carry no more through the cold world!
Der Deitrichlied - Me
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Homo Jocko by Devo
A completely random video that has NOTHING to do with my bellow post, except that I've recently been getting into Devo and some 80s New Wave and underground music. Its all fun
Tonight is a Marquette night, the type I used to experience all too frequently back in my college days. Its after 1 o'clock and I'm terribly restless; a heavy summer air is hanging over the city of Fargo, my friends are all out doing their own thing (One is spending the night with his special lady friend, and another is hanging out with some Hippi friends of ours.) and so I've been left to my own devises for the night.
Ah, does this bring back memories. I remember when this used to plague me a few years back, and the easiest solution was to jump into the car and take an hour long drive out into the country. I'd simply throw some tunes onto the radio, roll the windows down, and let the night air purify me as I drove. If I was lucky, I'd give one of my friends a call and see if they wanted to come along; we were all insomniacs back in those days (Oddly enough, I, apparently, still am. I'd been having the worst trouble sleeping since summer started; a fact which I blame largely on the heat, and my apartment building's faulty air conditioning).
Sadly, with the price of gas being what it is these days, I doubt that my old medication simply isn't all that feasible anymore. I might be able to trick myself into a late night trip to Wal-Mart for groceries yet, but thats assuming that my restless nature is able to overcome my dislike of that company (they pissed me off a few weeks ago when I went to buy a CD and remembered, too late, that they only sell edited versions of music. WalMart: We have no problem with child labor, or not paying our employees a living wage. But Potty Language? Thats where we draw the line! )
The Summer has been a good one so far. I've managed to make two good friends in my building over the...
Homo Jocko by Devo
A completely random video that has NOTHING to do with my bellow post, except that I've recently been getting into Devo and some 80s New Wave and underground music. Its all fun
Tonight is a Marquette night, the type I used to experience all too frequently back in my college days. Its after 1 o'clock and I'm terribly restless; a heavy summer air is hanging over the city of Fargo, my friends are all out doing their own thing (One is spending the night with his special lady friend, and another is hanging out with some Hippi friends of ours.) and so I've been left to my own devises for the night.
Ah, does this bring back memories. I remember when this used to plague me a few years back, and the easiest solution was to jump into the car and take an hour long drive out into the country. I'd simply throw some tunes onto the radio, roll the windows down, and let the night air purify me as I drove. If I was lucky, I'd give one of my friends a call and see if they wanted to come along; we were all insomniacs back in those days (Oddly enough, I, apparently, still am. I'd been having the worst trouble sleeping since summer started; a fact which I blame largely on the heat, and my apartment building's faulty air conditioning).
Sadly, with the price of gas being what it is these days, I doubt that my old medication simply isn't all that feasible anymore. I might be able to trick myself into a late night trip to Wal-Mart for groceries yet, but thats assuming that my restless nature is able to overcome my dislike of that company (they pissed me off a few weeks ago when I went to buy a CD and remembered, too late, that they only sell edited versions of music. WalMart: We have no problem with child labor, or not paying our employees a living wage. But Potty Language? Thats where we draw the line! )
The Summer has been a good one so far. I've managed to make two good friends in my building over the...
JULY 2008




















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