Love, Lust and Lunacy

Rainin' in the City

2006-06-26T15:03:00.000-05:00

As the rain falls outside my window I dread the approaching 18th hour of the day when I must make an appearance at work, well more than an appearance I suppose. I have to make said appearance and then remain, alert and ready to work for an additional 7 hours. All in all work has not been too bad and it pays the bills, mainly rent and alcohol; however, on a rainy evening such as the one approaching, I would much rather curl up in my easy chair and do some reading. Speaking of which, I have been hard at work pecking away at "The World is Flat" and "Utopia," and would now love to share some of my thoughts.

Utopia: The version I am reading is translated by Clarence H. Miller and so far I have really enjoyed it. It has been a challenge for me. Miller explained in his forward how he wanted to demonstrate the same artistry in English as More first did in Latin. Because of this, it can be a bit tricky to navigate at times; however, the extra time spent is definitely worthwhile. Miller also does a wonderful job footnoting information, and historical references so that everything does not soar far above the reader's head. Anyway, the work is divided into two "books," and I have just finished the first which outlines a dialogue between Thomas More, Peter Giles and Raphael Hythloday (a fictitious philosopher who has traveled to the remote island of Utopia and has a wealth of insight to share). In the first book, Hythloday is trying to convince More and Giles that his insight would not be welcomed by readers. He says that Plato's idea of a philosopher king was because he, Plato, knew that the ruling class would not listen to philosophers unless they, themselves were philosophers. So far, I am really enjoying this book, but I will give my overall impression when I finish.
The World is Flat: I am about 70 pages into this book which is not extremely far seeing as the book consists of over 550 pages. I bought this book because I had heard a lot of good things about it in my management classes. My brief exposure to it so far, however, convinces me that this is a must read for everyone, regardless of profession, interests or background. This book discusses how certain forces have resulted in the flattening of our world both good and bad. Computers have allowed for instantaneous communication and information sharing between any geographic locations in the world. Technology has also allowed individuals to compete on a more equal playing field like has never been seen before. I will definitely comment more on this book as I read, but as for now, if you get the opportunity to read this book, do it.

If anyone would like discuss either one of these books with me I would be more than happy to do so. I love talking about what I am reading. As for now I think it is time for me to take off. The rain looks like it let up and I still need to make dinner before work. Peace out.

AS

The Continuation of Legacy

2006-06-22T11:58:00.000-05:00

It is summer once again, which means that maybe I will start to post again. It becomes very difficult to do so during the school year. A lot has happened since I actually posted anything relevant about my life. I have completed my third year of college and am now living in Minneapolis. I am working as a delivery driver for Erbert and Gerbert's, a clubs and subs franchise. This job is not very exciting but I am making decent money and that is always a good thing. Anyway, on to the more interesting stuff.

I will be graduating in less than a year! What am I going to do? Well I am not really sure. I have three options, maybe even four although the fourth is not very likely. I am a music/management double major; however since I am nearing completion of both of these I am going to pick up some accounting next year. So my options after next year are these.

I could try to land a job in management through on campus recruiting or other means. This might not be such a bad idea because I would get out into the work force, make some money, and maybe start paying off the loans I have accrued. The problem with this is that entry level management positions such, I could end up working in a place like Target, which was not what I was picturing when I first headed off to college. Also I am not so sure that I actually want to work as a manager. I would much rather get into financial management where I get to play with money and numbers and stuff that actually interests me. This brings me to my second option.
I could go to grad school in pursuit of my MBA. If I did this I could focus on finance and then try to get into a finance department instead of an entry level management position. This would be nice because I could continue my education, which I do not want to come to an end next year. I could specialize in a field that is a bit more interesting to me, something that I plan on eventually getting to anyway. The downfall to this is obviously money. Not only would I be delaying making any money I would actually be accruing more loans! I do not know if I can afford it, not to mention I have heard that many MBA programs would like an applicant to have some work experience before they will accept their application.
My third option is going to grad school as an accountant with the ultimate goal of becoming a CPA. I believe that I can take enough accounting classes next year to get accepted in an accounting program. This would be a lot of work, however, it would only take a year after I graduated from Luther so I could get through school and out into the workforce in a year. Again this would cost money but it might very well be worth it. Another downfall is I have only taking a limited amount of accounting to this point, a couple semesters worth. I am not exactly sure how good of an accountant I would make, and it is hard for me to justify depending on my skills as an accountant before I actually develop them. Although still very questionable, this is a possible path for me to take in a year.
My fourth, final, and least likely option would be going to grad school as a musician. I love playing music and I feel I have become quite good over the past years. I just do not think that this is something I want to create a career around. I really want to keep it as something that I can do as a hobby and continue to develop just not in a professional manner. The problem with this is that by not attending grad school I will never reach my full potential as a musician. As much as I would love to say that I am going to still practice every day, I know I won't. I know that my saxophone will probably end up collecting dust up in the attic until my future son or daughter discovers it and I remember how I used to play saxophone. This scenario scares the hell out of me. Music is such a huge part of my life I do not want it to get shoved to the backburner and possibly even fall behind the stove.

So as for now I am very torn as to what I should or want to end up doing in a year. I feel that my only option is to keep as many of the four options open as possible and see what sort of opportunities present themselves to me over the next year. I am sorry for the long post, but if anyone has any comments/recommendations please feel free to send them my way. I will keep you updated as to how things are going.

Also, I have started to update the rest of the sight such as books that I am reading or have read recently. If anyone would like to discuss any of these I would be more than happy to do so. Let me know!

AS

Minute Post

2006-04-30T09:30:00.000-05:00

Recital last night.. head hurts now, way too early... rehearsal at 10.. recital well last night... scared about recital tonight, jazz tonight.. last not not.. kegger last night.. why head hurts now.. beaucoup de bierre.. trop de bierre... j'ai mal a la tete.. je ne comprend rien.. j'ai peur... so scared.... so very afraid.. au revior

Look at me..... no seriously!

2006-01-27T15:49:00.000-06:00

Here I am! Back from France... oh you didn't know I went to France? Well shit... you can not expect me to tell you everything! What am I your mom? Stay current with my life.. would you please? Anyway, I just got back from France and it was quite an experience.. pretty sweet. I got to see a lot of things.. like cathedrals... and other things.. art... ummmm... people.. and people in France do this really silly thing.. yeah... it was pretty funny. Anyway.. enough about my exciting adventures in France. I am home now! And that means that it is almost time for me to go back to school which I am really excited about. I mean I love Luther.. all the school work, tests, practicing, and hotties.. oh those Lutheran hotties.... actually to be perfectly honest.. if I believed in a hell.. Luther is pretty much what I would imagine it being like, but hey whatever, I mean it gets the job done, and they give me this really sweet place to live while they torture me.. it is called a dorm room, and the food, oh the food!! What could be better than Luther cafeteria food..... Okay.. so I am starting to get a little depressed.. maybe I should go cry or something.... yeah... that would be nice.... a good cry... well it was nice writing again.... ok..

well... yeah.. bye.

2005-11-18T00:02:00.000-06:00

News to the living from the living........
Apparently I am still alive.. which is good, well I mean at least from my perspective...

I actually do not have anything to say.. however I wanted to express my deepest sympathy to the loss of my fat ass... which actually isn't gone.. but on sabbatical. Either way.. .. I need to go and whatever else.. I need food, and water.... and a pink tutu.. oh yeah and that one song.. "rain down in Africa" by Toto.. not the dog from wizard of oz.. but the group from the 80's...

Peace out from Luther College.. the land of brotherly love.....

no seriously.... guys love each other on this campus.... damn liberal arts school.

2005-08-16T02:32:00.000-05:00

Adam walked up a hill and fell down, only to die amongst the greener grass on the other side.

Swinging to hell.

2005-08-10T04:42:00.000-05:00

Weeeeeeeeeeee... the swing beneath me gives out and I face plant in the gravel. Where did this swing come from, why am... err.. was I on it? Where am I and who is this by my side? Nothing makes sense, I am lost, I am blind, I am confused. I am a Martian in a bubble... I am a Martian far away from home, a Martian no longer on mars. I know this because there are no swings at home and I now find myself laying face down beneath one, broken. I am not mad, how could I be? How could I expect a swing to support me when I can not even support myself? I am not depressed, or unhappy, or even negative, instead, as I said before, I am simply confused. Nothing makes sense to me, one day I am at home, rolling in the same red dust that my ancestors did, but then the next I am in an unfamiliar surrounding. Is this a glimpse into my future? The remnant of the past? Neither the future nor the past? Nothing makes sense and now I lay face down, my vision more obstructed and blurred than I can ever remember. Is this even real? Are you real? Is this a dream or is it some sort of a joke? I just don't get it..

Fuck swings.

A message from God.

2005-08-08T01:49:00.000-05:00

Apparently my blog readers aren't the only ones that had to put up with my drunkeness last thursday night.

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Subject: A message from God himself.
From: "Adam M. Stange"
Date: Fri, August 5, 2005 2:17 am
To: Rachel, censored@luther.edu
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I love you!

Love,
Adam....
err...
I mean.. God.

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A message from me to my girlfriend.

From the library of the U.S. Congress. August 5th, 2005.

Peace

The world is nothing but a Wheaties Box.

2005-08-05T03:32:00.000-05:00

Tonight.......

Tonight I went out,
I went out with my father,
I went out to have a drink.
I did not know what to expect
but I wanted a god damn drink.

What is with music now days, I went out to hear some good rock and roll and what did I hear? Well at first I heard some rock... but it quickly fizzled into shit, absolute shit. I went to hear Led Zeppelin, or Guns and Roses, or The Doors, or whatever else.. what do I hear? I hear "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy"... What the hell? If I wanted to hear that bullshit I could have went to any of the many bars in Mankato.. but instead I wanted to hear some good rock and roll, is that too much to ask? I just don't get it. Am I going to go out to a community get together in 10, 15 years and have to subject my children to procreative acts on the dance floor? I used to say "hip hop will never catch on, people are too smart for that." But that was also before president Bush got elected and before the American public thought "West Wing" was a secret camera in the Oval Office. God people are stupid, and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. Actually.... no I don't. I hate people, I think people are idiots and a vast majority of them piss me off. I just don't get why people are so stupid. I mean we grew up the same way, we all were taught the difference between right and wrong but instead some people just can't grasp the fact that they aren't mentally challenged, and that they have no reason to possess an IQ of 35. If there is one thing in my drunken rage that I want to pass to anyone reading my blog it is this. Shape the hell up, go out and educate yourself and I am not talking about watching Fox News, or listening to Kreepy Tom's top 500, I am talking about reading a god damned book, or listening to some music that actually contains a thread of talent. Art is dead in this country and I am sick of hearing its bullshit replacement.

P.S. I was getting into Ribfest tonight and the lady IDed me. She goes "Oh, a newbe!" and smiles. I just wanted to say.. "Lady... I have been drinking for over six years,' newbe' my ass..." but I didn't want to make a scene. I hate how people have to separate you into some sort of special class just because I just turned 21 two months ago. I mean Jesus, I have waited 21 years of my fucking life to actually be considered an adult in this country and I still have to put up with people's shit. This is my message to the vast majority of the world. which is anyone who..

1. Has no self respect.
2. Has no intelligence.
3. Is a douche bag.
4. Cuts me off in traffic.
5. Turns without signaling.
6. Plays shitty music.
7. Possesses 5 or more STD's.
8. Tries to push their 'faith' on to me.
9. Thinks they are a musician, yet can only play I-IV-V in C, G, and F.
10. Tells me happy birthday two months past my birth date just because I am now 21.
11. Goes to a twins game and talks about this sweet guy who can drink '3 beers in 10 minutes!'
12. Dumps water on me in a restaurant and still expects a tip.
13. Plays their subs so that I can hear them all the way across the fucking parking lot.
14. Listens to country.
15. Drinks Miller Lite.
16. Listens to Hip Hop.
17. Listens to Nickel Back.
18. Is Chad Kroeger.
19. Tells me my girlfriend is hot, like I don't already think that.
20. Drinks a drink and can't even walk anymore.
21. Points to the sky after they do something great.
22. Is a member of the Twins baseball team.
23. Is a member of any team that is better than the Twins.
24. Just pisses me off.

"fuck off."

I am sick of the world being filled with people that seem to have no other purpose than to just piss me off. The next time a planet gets created out of nothing, I hope I am there to handselect the inhabitants.

The perfect joining of God and science.

Words from our commander in chief.

2005-08-05T00:50:00.000-05:00

Humanity is like billions of ticks sucking the blood of the Earth.

Real stories, straight from Congress.

2005-08-04T04:34:00.000-05:00

Dear Lucinda,

How have you been? I have been fine. I can not believe that it has already been two weeks since we first met at the science museum. I am so glad that we decided to become pen pals, it is really exciting to talk to someone that knows so much more than me. At first it was kind of weird talking to someone that is so much older than myself, but then you explained to me how you are really just a kid trapped inside an adult body, that you can relate so much better to people in my age range rather than people in your own. I don't think that my parents would understand the age gap, but then again I do not feel that they understand me. I know that I am only 14, but sometimes I wonder if I could make it on my own. I feel that my parents are holding me down more than they are helping me out. I know that you have a lot going on in your life, and probably have a family of your own, but it would be really nice if you could take the time to write back to me. I feel as if I have no one else to talk to, I just need to vent about some of the things that are going on in my life. I will talk to you later Lucinda, I hope we have a chance to meet again.

Sincerely,
Greg

*A note from the Library of Congress, 1995

One nation under God, One nation drowning fast.

Red Freedom Blood for Red Freedom Dust.

2005-07-28T05:50:00.000-05:00

Hello, hello......

How is it four in the morning? What the hell happened to my day and more importantly why am I not in bed? I do not know, but on the other hand who cares! Today is a day that needs to be celebrated, it is a day unlike none other. Today is the first annual celebration of peace between Mars and Earth. Up until last year on this date, the red planet and us engaged in a two decade long spurt where nothing but violence prevailed. We, on Earth, lost many good men, but more so we lost many good robots. I mean a man is a man... but robots cost a lot of money to produce. It is hard to say exactly how many robots we lost, but if I had to venture a guess.... I would say somewhere between 1,675,000 and 1,680,000. Just a rough estimate, however. Anyway, it is really time for me to get to bed. I would not want to miss such an anticipated celebration!

red dust... up in my face...
I inhale it.... it makes me cough...
I swallow it... it makes me giggle...
I love it... it makes me bleed...
Bleed red, white and blue...
Bleed freedom!!

Long Live King Victor!

2005-07-27T00:21:00.000-05:00

A man named Victor lived not so long ago, in a forest that was not much of a forest at all. You see, there were far more rocks in this forest than there were trees. I guess it is kind of the same idea as a rock garden, low maintenance, bad for burning though. Victor did not even know what fire was until one day he wondered from his natural habitat to find a city sitting just beyond his rock heaven. The city was called Flack and was not very large, however, to Victor the city contained more scurrying individuals than he had seen in his lifetime. Victor ran from the edge of the forest, club in hand and one by one bludgeoned all of the villagers to death. It is hard to justify this action of Victor’s, but then again what use could the villagers be to him? He had lived by himself all of his life, simply taking one day at a time. It was a simple case of budgeting, he used all he needed and destroyed all that threatened his needs. Victor needed supplies which is why he left his forest home in the first place. Once he found the village the villagers were a threat to him as he needed their supplies. Was Victor justified in killing them all? Could he possibly have achieved his goals in another fashion? Well of course he could but what fun would that be? Victor blindly (since all the villagers were dead) robbed the city granary and then one by one, he went house to house taking anything he deemed as useful. He vanished from the city without a trace leaving behind only a sign that read "Don't fuck with Victor."

The next day Victor awoke with enough supplies to keep him functioning for the next month. He had grains, he had dried fruits, he had ten axes, a shotgun and 8 packs of ammunition. He walked out of his small stone domicile to find himself to be a wanted man, the authorities were patrolling the rocky terrain looking for any trace of life. Victor did not know how to respond, he reached for his shotgun, loaded it and prepared for a stand. The problem was that Victor had never fired a gun, so he did not have a clue how it worked. It was a miracle that he even got it loaded in the first place. He took the loaded shotgun, and pushed the trigger with his big toe. Victor was dead, he had shot himself in the head. Apparently the shells are propelled out the small end of the gun and not the large one. Who would have known? Not Victor. It's ok though, this event was a simple matter of Darwinism, survival of the fittest. Since Victor did not know how to use a gun, he was weak and not useful to society. We are all better off that he is dead, because what good is someone if they can not kill another? I mean great civilization in history have achieved their power through the blood of others. Do you think that they won this power with a bunch of incompetent peace-loving morons? Hell no they didn't. They were all killing machines, a loaded gun if you will.

The local authorities marched upon Victor's decapitated body. They planted two signs over his dead body, Victors and one of their own design. Anyone who stumbled upon this atrocity would find a headless body marked only by the phrases “Don’t fuck with Victor” and “Long live King Victor.” The authorities made their point.

Long live King Victor!

Grasping onto thin air only to fall into the unkown.

2005-07-25T22:47:00.000-05:00

If you look at a picture, what does it tell you? Well I guess this could depend on the picture. Right now I am looking at a picture of an elf squashing a beetle. I find this interesting, an elf caught in the act of destroying the life of another living creature, but why? Is the beetle a threat to the elf? Or is it far more likely that the beetle is a threat to the elf’s comfort, that the beetle was buzzing too close to the elf’s head or had taken a bite of the old cheese wheel on the counter. Is it alright to destroy life to ensure your own comfort, or is this only true when discomfort is felt by the far more powerful creature? When does one living creature have the right to destroy another, and furthermore how is this decided? It is funny how people claim that it is not right to “play God.” “One human should not be able to take the life away from another, because they ‘are not God’ and they can not create life, so they should not be able to end it.” This is funny to me, because if it wasn’t for people playing God in the first place there would not be a God. History has proven time and time again human beings are selfish, that one human being will do whatever he can in order to achieve his specific agenda. This is not to say humans are evil, that they are trying to destroy each other or the Earth. There are simply side effects to our ignorance. The funniest part about human ignorance is our own perception of it. Some of the most ignorant people on our planet are the ones who see themselves as the most educated. These people are ignorant because they sit behind facts and figures, books and documents, thinking that they have all the answers. That they can somehow surmise an solution to all of life’s problems with scientific reasoning, this is ignorant. Why? Because humans are not reasonable. Even the most “enlightened” individuals suffer from their own human error, maybe even more so because they, themselves, do not see it. The most ignorant people on our planet are those that think they have found the truth. Do not get me wrong, I think it is very important to be constantly searching for the truth, but I grow weary of those who are content, those who feel their God, or their superiors or their reason has all the answers. It is these people who are so blind by their own contentment that they will do anything to secure it, they would do anything to secure their comfort. I no longer see an elf killing a beetle, but instead I see the gigantic hand of the powerful, squashing the hopes of the weak. We have all played both the role of the elf and the role of the beetle, but yet we still can not seem to find a compromise, a solution that allows us all to coexist. This picture has told me that the only black and white on this earth is life and death, you are either alive or you are not. You can not claim to value life in one situation but then completely disregard it in another. Life is life and death is death, no one knows the meaning of life and no one has a cure for death. Live long, live happily, but live far, far away from me.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Into the unknown Humpty fell for he was not prepared to deal with what lay below his comfortable wall. When Humpty hit the ground he broke into hundreds of pieces which could not be put back together. What was once a powerful and influential individual now laid all alone and broken in a world he did not even know existed. Those who he thought were his friends abandoned him now that he had lost his influence. His false sense of importance shattered into more pieces than he physical being. Poor Humpty Dumpty would never be complete again, all because he never heard of stairs. Do not hang on to the known, instead be willing to embrace change, to embrace yourself and all your surroundings.

Good Night!

2005-07-22T04:42:00.000-05:00

Hello to all. This will be a short post because again I am tired. I have nothing to say at all, but then again the only time I seem to say anything is when I have nothing to say. Anyway.... it is time for me to go to bed, good night.

There was once a man named Lucky.

2005-07-21T03:51:00.000-05:00

I am sorry that I have been absent for a week. I see that I missed the bulk of the heated terrorism debate that can be viewed through my links (Scott, Lloyd, and Mike). The debate was good, and it is always interesting to read the thoughts and ideologies of some of my friends. Furthermore, I feel that the best way to learn anything worth learning is to read a heated discussion between two or more people educated on the subject. Only then can one actually understand the practical and realistic applications and the uses of a philosophy. Ok, enough of the serious stuff. I do not have a lot to say, and am in fact very tired at the present moment. I took some NyQuil maybe an hour ago and my bed is looking like a big fluffy coffin that I definitely wouldn't mind dying in for the next few hours. With that being said, here goes nothing, and (most likely)..... here comes nothing.

Hello, it is the morning of July 21st, and it is two thousand and five years after Christ. I don't have anything useful to say, but then again when have I ever? I make guns, but not any guns, guns that are used to hunt insects. They are tiny guns and are hardly big enough for the human eye to detect, or at least distinguish as guns. They truly look much like a small hair, the bullets they propel no larger than a single cell. Some have claimed that the guns I make are not important, that they are in no way contributing to the advancement or the destruction of society. It is said that everything worth having either adds are hinders civilization, culture, us. I disagree and feel that there is much of a practical use for my guns. Insects are one of the few remaining creatures that are yet to be hunted with guns. We have devised many other ways of bringing upon their demise, however they remain truly unique in that they rarely die at the mercy of a steel tube designed for only one purpose, to vomit out lead balls as fast and as hard as possible. This is not a statement to advocate the use of guns nor is it a sarcastic rebuttal calling for the disarmament of society. It is instead justice, fair is fair and insects have been denied this one truly American right. This, of course, is the right to shoot and the right to be shot. Guns have been, are, and will be an integrated part of our culture. America and her brave inhabitants secretly (at times) have had a love affair with firearms since the first Europeans stepped off their sea vessel onto American soil. They brought guns from home and soon found out that their guns were much more successful against people without guns than they were against armed foes. You see, the first guns were largely inaccurate and it was anyone’s guess as to whether or not one would even come close to his target (usually not) but now these brave Europeans could fire a shot, reload, fire another shot, reload and on and on until they hit their target. What a feeling it must have been to hold others at their mercy, to play the role of God, to step into a foreign land and proclaim it theirs. After all, they could do what ever they wanted because they knew that history had been, was and always would be recorded and maintained by those in power and right then they were in power, so they could do what they wanted, who was going to stop them?

Insects are very similar. As human beings we assume that their only purpose for existence is to pester us, to make our lives miserable. Insects in fact are very territorial, as are most life forms on our grand planet. To insects, human beings are no more useful than any other animal, which prances from one meal to the next, we are food. Human beings falsely believe that they own the Earth, that the Earth and her resources are for no one except us. We fight over boarders, and ideas as if they are something important. We pride ourselves on our intelligence but rather than using it to fulfill our basic needs more adequately and efficiently, we instead create better ways to make other human beings less happy and more miserable. Lets be frank, in reality, insects need guns about as much as they need silverware to consume their next meal. On the other hand, however, Earth needs humanity about as much as she needs a credit card or oil drills sucking out her precious blood.

As human beings we constantly pin importance on things that we have falsely given importance to. We are afraid, petrified even of all kinds of things and very few them actually pose a threat to our survival which is ultimately our purpose (and every other living organism for that matter) for being here. One may consider me and the guns I produce for my insect friends and absolute absurdity, but until the rest of the human race ceases to be destructively absurd, I will continue in my course of action. A course that might be absurd, but which is threatening no one or nothing else, which is more than one can say about most absurdities. Godspeed Spiderman!

The itsy bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

So it goes

2005-07-20T23:01:00.000-05:00

The face of a genius, the style of a blind man and the beard of an indolent adolescent.

Well hello....

2005-07-14T01:38:00.000-05:00

So at ten o'clock in the AM on the morning of July 13th I was assaulted by a man dressed in white. He proceeded to rip my tooth and part of my jaw out of my face, laughing and joking throughout the whole ordeal. What was the worst part of this traumatizing experience? I am going to get billed for it! The man dressed in white was my dentist and the tooth he ripped from my face was my left wisdom tooth and I'm sure it hurt like hell, it's a good thing they drugged the hell out of me. So now I sit, strung out for the last 13 hours on Advil, Aleve, caffeine and Vicodin and I must say that I feel like a million dollars. I didn't need that tooth anyway, it just got in the way of my ideas, and yes my ideas frequently travel through my jaw. How the hell else are they supposed to get out of my mouth? I suppose they could go through my throat, but that is usually inhabited by my thought provokers which usually are in the form of liquid motivation. I do not really know what to say, nor do I have anything that is really worth saying. The pile of books on my floor has reached an all-time high, I love reading, and I have so many books I want to read. I wish that I could clone myself so that I could just sit up here reading and doing things that I enjoy. I could make my clone do everything else, things like work, school work, and run my underground prostitution ring. It strikes me as slightly depressing how we spend most of our lives doing things that we don't want to do, and things that won't make us a better person, or a more capable friend, employee or lover. So as for me, I am going to do everything in my power to stay out of pointless work, which as classified by the great "Stange" is about 99% of all work. No work and all play makes for a truly wonderful day. Anyway, it is time to go take some more Vicodin, a swig of NyQuil and then to read until the Sandman comes and knocks me over the head with a 25 pound purple dildo, what a sick prick.

2005-07-13T21:28:00.000-05:00

This is me in my glory days. See Adam run, see Adam jump, Adam is nimble is quick, poor Adam sodomized himself on a candle stick.

True Words of a Tongueless Communist

2005-07-11T18:44:00.000-05:00

Hello, it is interesting to see that my rambling from Friday night has been read more than any other posts since I put up my new stat counter. Do my readers prefer that I stick to incomprehensible bullshit, would they rather read misspelled or made up words? The only conclusion that I can surmise is that my readers are a bunch of drunken third graders. Are you a part of some anti-drug education? Is it a school project to view my site as a way of understanding the downfalls of drug use? Whatever the reason is, welcome to my small but loyal reader base. On this site you will find vague but clever anecdotes about a man who was born in communist Russia. I speak only in gibberish and my friend Clifford translates and types all that I have to say. You see, I was born without a tounge, and a communist without a tongue is about as useful as a blind sniper. So by the age of five I was banished from my utopian birthplace to a hell on earth, England. I spent most of my childhood in London where I learned how to mend the soles of shoes, later I would join a monastery and mend the souls of humanity. Anyway, my life is rather uneventful so I turn to my saxophone which I bought off of a gipsy in Prague shortly after WWII. Since then I have moved to Minnesota where I play saxophone and woo women. Nothing is more sensual than a tongueless Russian playing saxophone. Off I go to drink some brew and play my horn. Oh horn, how I do love thee.

2005-07-09T12:28:00.000-05:00

Fear not loyal readers for I am alive and well! I must now go back between my warm covers and sleep for just a bit more!

I am tired!

2005-07-09T05:13:00.000-05:00

It is 3:10 in the morning and I am tired! Tired am I, am I am tired, am you are fatigue am I am gone!

GOne.

GoNe.

GonE.

GONe.

GOnE.

Gone.

GONE.

GOMMMMNe..

GomNeE.

GommnEnEnEnEnEnEnEnE.

GonmEnme n.

Gonmenime.mne.

Gmnionmneomnenmne.

Gmonemnemnemenmenmmmmmmnemne.

Gone am I, am I am GonE!

I am that man.

2005-07-01T03:39:00.000-05:00

Here I am, Mr. Adam Michael Stange, a man of 21 years of age, a man with purpose and a man with beer. Some might say that the beer could possibly be my purpose but I say "no!" I say that my purpose is far larger than anything that could be imprisoned in a twelve ounce can. "What is this great purpose?" one might ask. Well that is a good question, and I commend you on your vigor. What my purpose is, however is not important. Instead we must search for truth for in truth is purpose and the purpose of truth is understanding. So here I am, in my small log domicile in the wilderness that is known as Minnesota. I brew my own beer and eat only what I kill with my bare hands. In this is truth, a truth that is called independence which is a lost philosophy in this great nation of ours. No one preaches independence anymore, instead everyone is dependent on everyone else and I am dependent on beer, beer that is brewed by Adam Michael Stange, I am that man!

Hi Ho.

Sometimes nothing is worth being said.

2005-06-26T21:28:00.000-05:00

I really have nothing to say, but for some reason I have the overwhelming urge to say it. So this post is me saying nothing because lack of clutter and lack of sound are two very feared things in our society.

I hope you enjoyed.
A.M.S.

A toast to my first twenty one years of life.

2005-06-05T03:12:00.000-05:00

It is one in the morning and in exactly 47 hours I am going to be twenty one years of age. All I can say is "wow!" I never thought I would make it twenty one years on this planet and I can not believe where I am, not physically but as a person. The biggest shock to me right now, however is how unbelievably happy I am and for this I have a lot of people to thank.

Mike, you have been a great friend of mine since junior high and I can not believe some of the crazy shit we have done and went through. Although we definitely have been in and out of touch over the last couple years I am so glad that we have been able to hang on to some great memories and can still have a hell of a time when we get together. You have more potential than anyone I have ever known and I got your back no matter where life takes you. So thanks for the memories that we have already had and those that we have yet to create.

Rachel, I can sum up the impact you have had on my life in one word, "amazing." You single handedly walked into my life and showed me how great a relationship can really be. You are such an amazing person and I am so glad that you are a part of my life.

DHaas, you are my room mate next year so I figure I better say something good about you. Man we have some crazy memories from the past year. You have always had my back and you have been there when I just needed someone to bitch to. You are a great friend and I am really looking forward to college apartments next year. Rock!

Jay, although we have had our disputes you have truly been a friend. You always have my back and I know that you are always looking out for me so thank you. Again we have had some wild ass times and I am excited to continue the tradition next year, although I can't believe you cut your hair, what the hell man?

Josh, I have known you as long as I can remember and I think it is awesome how we can still have a good time together. You have some pretty weird friends, but they all know how to have a good time and that's how I roll man. Thanks for being a friend!

The gentlemen of Tiomega, I can not believe a joined a fucking frat and more so I can't believe I hangout with a bunch of borderline alcoholics but what can I say? It has been a blast. You guys know how to party and everyone at Luther knows it. We threw some of the most memorable parties last year and everyone will be talking about Morning Keg for months to come. I can't wait to see you all again in the fall, stay out of jail and stay out of rehab.

My family, you guys have supported me in all of my endeavors and as much as I know my mom doesn’t read my blog because she is afraid what she might find, I just want to let you all know how much I appreciate it. So thank you so much and I love you all.

To all of my other friends, I am sorry that I can't include a personalized note to all of you but I don't have that much time. If you really want to know how important of a role you have played in my life send me an e-mail (stanad01@luther.edu) and I would be happy to let you know. Anyway, I can't believe how great all of my friends are, I am truly lucky to have so many people care about me. Thank you all for everything you have ever done for me.

As easy as it is to get caught up in the negative aspects of life I think that it is important to take the time to count your blessings once in awhile. Even though a lot of shit has been going wrong in my life, the important things are alive and well, my family, my friends, and my lovely girlfriend. I hope you all know how happy you make me! Here’s to the next twenty one years being as wonderful as the last!

Where have I been?

2005-06-03T05:10:00.000-05:00

Most of us have been awake at three in the morning, unable to sleep, thoughts still racing over the events of the day before and the possibilities of tomorrow. All great artists needed inspiration and unfortunately inspiration usually came in the form of disaster or at least this is what history seems to have portrayed. Over the past four months, my life has fallen into synch, everything is clicking and I am trucking right along. I find myself smiling at the beauty of everyday life and laughing with my friends as another week comes to a close. Everything seems so easy, so I lay my head down to rest for another day without a care in the world. For the first time in my life I feel silent, the urge to speak as present as ever, but I have nothing to say. All great artists need inspiration, is this true? I feel like I have all the inspiration in the world, after all, the world itself is inspiration enough is it not? Maybe it is not inspiration that is lacking but instead my eye to see it? Have I lost my ability to create? Is it not funny how as human beings we feel the need to suffer, if life is going great, happiness a common acquaintance why must we go out searching for things to go wrong and things to worry about? I feel good, why can I not just be happy and acknowledge that I deserve it, that I have worked hard to get where I am? No matter how much I accomplish I remember everything else that I could have completed which makes satisfaction an impossible goal but is this not what has made me successful thus far in life, is this not what has brought me to this happy point in the first place? Maybe I should embrace my self-criticism, after all what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, correct? As I lay my head down to rest for another day I lay awake hoping that my voice will find me once again, that again I will feel the need to create something beautiful if not just for a moment.

Raison Bran Delight

2005-05-04T14:24:00.000-05:00

I would like to just tell you all that I love you and that you make me happy. Actually I hate most of you but there are a select few that I can tolerate. Anyway this post has no point. I am sitting here ready for bed listening to Miles Davis. Yeah that's right! Miles Fricken Davis! Deal with it. Ok time for me to go to bed, maybe I will update again, or maybe I will just wait like 3 more months and then let everyone down yet again. Why? Because that's what I do, and it makes me giggle like a little school girl. Oh and one more thing, I am not under the influence of anything right now, so good luck justifying this post to yourself or anyone else.

Thursday? What?

2005-02-18T01:12:00.000-06:00

So it is Thursday and I have had a few glasses of wine, sue me. I figured I would just write to you all quick because it is about time for me to hit the sack and I am pretty sure I am going to sleep like a baby tonight. Tomorrow is Friday and that excites me. I love my Fridays, all I have is three classes and two of them are done by ten. So it is the only day in the week where I get to just sit around for a vast majority of the day. I do, however have quite a few things that I need to get done before Monday. For instance I have not done laundry in almost three weeks now, and I am pretty sure I am out of underwear, which is just a horrible situation all around. So if anyone sees me around tomorrow and I seem a bit more free spirited than usual you will know why. I also have a test and some other homework due by Monday that I need to get working on. I really hate homework and I am not really good at it. All my life I have done the bare minimum of what I need to do to pass my classes or get certain people off my back. I have never really applied myself to anything so I don't really see any reason to start now. I feel that homework is for people that can not learn by themselves and most of it seems completely pointless to me. Tell me when the tests are, I might study but probably not, and I will show up and take the damn test. Please do not waste my time with all this pointless homework, I have better things to do with my evening such as drinking wine and throwing myself in front of a train. Anyway, I seem to just be rambling now (what else is new?) so I guess I will get going. Maybe you will get lucky and get to deal with my awesomeness tomorrow, but if not, do not cry there will always be another chance. So ta ta for now and I am sorry about that NAM quote last night. I am pretty sure I made that up but I might have absorbed it from somewhere. Anyway if you are a Vietnam vet I meant no offense by it, but on the other hand if you are offended I could care less. Yeah, I rule and I need to sleep and Yay for wine!

Peter Pan playing broomball is a very funny mental image!

The sweet nectar that is NyQuil!

2005-02-17T02:04:00.000-06:00

I am sitting here at approximately midnight on what I believe to be Wednesday. I have had a cold for the last 5 days or so and have been living from one dose of NyQuil to the next. Quite frankly I love this shit, it makes me feel like my head is a distant planet with its own echo system and a tropical rain forest or two. The best part about NyQuil is that it is legal unlike the gallon jug of wine I got caught with in the hall on Friday. I guess that is a story for another time though. Anyway, I should be doing homework because that is what college students are supposed to do but quite frankly I don't give a damn. I don't care about my homework, in fact I e-mailed my accounting professor and simply told him I wasn't going to do the assignment and that I would consider doing it for Friday. If there is one thing I have learned about college professors it is that they love being told what to do. People who spend their entire life gaining knowledge and attending school like nothing more than to waste it by being bossed around by overly sexed, minimally motivated undergraduate students. Anyway, I am pretty sure that I am fairly tired and my bed is opening up its massive jaws and beckoning me to climb inside to enjoy the sweet, calming comforts that one can only find between two blankets. So as they said in NAM "Don't burn the village before you rape the women!" Something to think about.

Titles are for sissies!

2005-02-15T22:51:00.000-06:00

Well I had every intention in the world of having an extremely productive and eventful night. It seems that in the making of these plans I forgot one small detail, that my name is Adam Stange. I seem to be incapable of applying myself to anything for an extended period of time. What good would all this time spent on earth be if we didn't waste a vast majority of it. It seems to make the moments that we don't waste that much more unique and outstanding. Anyone enough of me making excuses for my laziness. Yesterday was valentines day and I spent the majority of it running around as a chicken would who was lacking a head. Last night, however was a lot of fun, Rachel and myself watched a movie and just chilled. It felt good to just sit after running all day, although it did not feel good to sit on the floor. I think that my tail bone is still bruised. So yeah, valentines day, romantic holiday or a foggy, drunken memory? I will get back to you on that.

Last Friday we threw a pirate party which was lot of fun. I would like to post some of the pictures on this site but definitely need to Photoshop my pictures before they are touching the internet. I just need to take care of a few alterations, such as giving myself a six pack and getting rid of that nasty rash all over my chest. Anyway....... the night was crazy, good times were had by all and a lot of alcohol was consumed. Coincidence? I think not! Ok well I guess that is about all for now, I am going to go and sit around for the next couple hours before I face plant on my bed. Best wishes to all and to all a good night.

Things Looking Up?

2005-02-11T02:06:00.000-06:00

Sorry if I frightened anyone with my last post, I know that I can be a bit overly dramatic. The truth be told, Saturday was not such a good night for me but I did find out a lot about myself and who my friends are. Things do seem to be looking better though. I started saxophone lessons with a new professor this week who seems to be a lot better fit for my playing. He has already pointed out some key problems and pushed me in a completely different direction than I was going. School seems to be going better also. I found out that I made the Deans list again last semester and that I was awarded an additional music scholarship. Most importantly however, my relationships are going better. My relationship with a certain lady friend has finally received some direction and I really feel good about how things are going. So to sum up what has been a fairly long, complicated week, things seem to finally be looking up. Spring is on the way and for the first time in some time I actually feel good about the direction my life seems to be taking me. We are also throwing a "pirate" party tomorrow where we all dress like pirates and drink out of jugs. Needless to say I am fairly excited. AAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrr

Not Happy

2005-02-06T03:46:00.000-06:00

I am not happy with my life. I feel like all those who I have considered close to me have deceived me and that everything that I once found important in my life is in fact a trick. A trick put in place to deceive my emotions and make me feel comfortable in the shit hole that has become my everyday life. There are very few people that I can actually trust in my life and one by one they are dropping like flies. My belief that females are not to be trusted has been reinforced by recent events and I now feel stronger in this belief than ever. I really wish that I could actually trust people in my life. I wish that I could trust people to actually care about my feelings and not put so much time and emphasis on their own ass. Life is really shitty and I really wish I had my own island somewhere where I didn't have to talk or deal with anyone. Why can't people realize that it is better to be truthful and hurt someone than it is lead them to believe that they actually mean a damn to you. Why allow them to be completely torn into a thousand pieces? I guess it is far too much to ask to actually consider other people's feelings. So here I go into the shit hole that has become my life. Everything is going wrong, my music, my school, my relationships and my friendships. Wish me luck next time. Peace out.

Adam

I'm on fire!

2005-01-19T18:04:00.000-06:00

Wow, this is two entire updates in three days, someone better check the alignment of the planets, because I have a feeling some shit is about ready to go down. Anyway, today has been about as uneventful as any in recent memory. I had to work at 7:30 this morning which makes for a fairly unhappy Adam. The great thing is I only went to 50 minutes of my 100 minute class and did not go back to work for my last 3 1/2 hour shift. I just decided that it was time to take a day off and a day off I took. I have done nothing but three loads of laundry since 9:50 this morning. I am trying to eradicate this complex I have developed where I need to constantly be busy, bettering myself for some future that seems to be drifting farther away rather than approaching. So with that in mind, I am sitting here doing nothing and trying real hard to just enjoy the beauty of life for once. Well I think I am just going to kick it with a few good friends tonight and watch a movie or two. Have a great night and do not, I repeat do not drink the water.
Signing out from Luther College

Sitting alone, so alone.

2005-01-17T20:25:00.000-06:00

Have you ever just felt alone? It is like no matter how many people and things your surround yourself with this feeling of being alone is always there. I don't mean to sound depressing or make it seem like my life is a living hell. The thing is that the last few months I have conquered with a companion, not a girlfriend, but just a very good friend. Unfortunately it seems that the closer and more attached you become to someone, the farther you drift away. Eventually everything in this world is reduced to nothing, materials, people and most definitely human relationships. When you find that you are alone in the world there is only one thing you can do, sit back, look to the future and try to grasp on to the next false feeling of companionship. What really is life besides a subtle movement from one pseudo companion to the next. So here I sit all alone, all alone I sit.

Je retourne.

2004-12-05T07:02:00.000-06:00

So yeah, a fairly significant amount of time has passed since I was last heard from. A lot has happened since the beginning of September. For starters, an entire semester of school has come and gone and it has been a blast. Ironically after having such a great semester I find myself sitting here, 5 o'clock on a Sunday morning, sober as a nail, and more tired than I can ever recall. I did, however, have a truly wonderful evening hanging out with a good friend who only a month ago I wouldn't have been able to name (it is absolutely astounding how things work like that). I find it intriguing how things can stay the same for such long periods of time but then one day everything seems to start changing. If someone would have asked me 4 months ago what life would be like for me on December 5th, I wouldn't have had a clue that things would be going as they are. Only recently have I learned to appreciate the spontaneity of everyday life. The fact that we never can predict 100% of what is going on, the fact that we never truly know what the next minute, much less the next day will possess. True freedom lies within the ability to live in the present. It is only at this point that you can possibly expect to catch all of the beautiful things that are going on all around you all the time. Well I think it is probably time for me to hit the sack, but expect another update soon because God knows I have a lot to talk about.
Peace out and keep fighting the good fight.

Fun with chocolate.

2004-09-05T14:25:00.000-05:00

For those of you who haven't heard this story, here it is. ..

Last night I made the voyage down to Roscoes, or "scoes" if you will. Upon my return my room mate was sleeping in my bed because there was a Bulgarian guy passed out in his. Taking much more effort than it should have, I finally got him out of my bed and persisted to get ready for sleep. My sleep preparation also included me removing a box of chocolates off of my bed that were left there from earlier in the night. So I do that, eating a couple of them in the process and went to sleep in what I thought to be an empty bed. About six hours later I woke up and looked over to find a huge chocolate smear on my sheets. Upon further investigation I found that there was chocolate on my arm, my comforter and later found the perpetrator, a single piece of chocolate under my pillow. There was chocolate all over the place and it was a fairly big pain in the ass trying to get it all cleaned up. So that was my wild weekend at Luther college. If anyone else has some sweet, wild stories that they would like to share feel free to leave a comment. The only person that has taken advantage of that feature is some crazed mystery person. The only reason I have left it up this long is because it is my only comment and it makes me feel like people actually read this. Well it is time for me to crawl into my chocolate free (??) bed and somehow make it to accounting in 7 1/2 hours.

Peace and peaches.

Hello From Luther College

2004-09-01T19:06:00.000-05:00

Hey, I am back at school. I moved in a couple days ago and just started classes today. It feels good to not be working 40 hours a week and even better to be playing the saxophone on a regular basis. Other than moving in and getting my social life back into full swing I really haven't done much of anything in the past couple days. I have a couple auditions coming up, one tomorrow and another early next week, so that should be a grand ol' time and I can hardly wait.

More importantly, though, I have discovered the sweet nectar that some might call Dr. Pepper. I, on the other hand, call it addicting and phenomenal. I am like a chain smoker, only instead of smoking I reach for an ice cold can of sugary greatness. It is like a fix that I can't live with out, or maybe I could, but really wouldn't want to? It is really hard to say, this whole matter confuses the hell out of me. None the less if it wasn't for Dr. Pepper my life would be meaningless and uneventful. I mean what is better than slowly giving yourself diabetes and rotting out all of your teeth? Yeah that's right, nothing. So all you doctor pepper drinkers in the world, hold your "dp" up high and show your pride, because screw Bush, screw Kerry, when it comes to the election of 2004 I am voting for Dr. Pepper, the only candidate with a PhD in pleasure, and satisfaction.

How are ya?

2004-08-22T23:45:00.000-05:00

So I have been fairly, ridiculously busy for the last couple weeks. I move back to school in less than a week and I have slightly less than a million things to do before that point. For starters, I began to practice a bit more rigorously in an attempt to build my chops up before auditions. I also have been working on my car a lot. It now runs, but it still has a lot more work before I will feel comfortable making the trip down to school. Finally, I have been pushing myself into far more physical activity, in an attempt to not be a fat blob. I still haven't maxed out my "stud potential" but I do feel a lot better and hope to be in better shape to attack the up coming school year. In short, I am looking forward to moving back to school in a week and I really hope I will be prepared.

Also, we moved my sister down to school yesterday. She is going to the University of Iowa which is about 5 hours from here. Needless to say, it was a very long day. It was worth it, however, just to see the school, and be there for my sister during one of the greatest transition points in her young life. After visiting the school, I will give it legitimate consideration as a possible transfer location for my junior year of college, next year.

In conclusion, I am very tired, and still have one more week of work. I look forward to seeing my friends from school in a week, and I hope my friends from kato give me a call within the next week to hangout before I take off. Time for me to catch my bearings before I start the week.

Peace

Recording

2004-08-09T23:55:00.000-05:00

Today the Ska Revolution made (what I felt to be) some great steps towards completing the recording of "Show me Why." I find this kind of humorous since five of us made a trip up to the cities about two weeks ago to record in a studio at Music Tech. Today, we got more accomplished and had a lot more quality takes in a few hours than we did in four up at Music Tech. I am excited to hear the results and am really feeling good about a possible New Years show.

Also, I thought that we had my car running, but I don't think we are getting a spark. I guess there is always tomorrow. Well time for bed.

Night

Untitled

2004-08-08T22:14:00.000-05:00

Man I need a vacation! It is a good thing I am taking one in three days. Seriously though, I haven't had a day off of work in over 2 weeks and I get to start another week tomorrow. I kind of wish I could just sleep through a day or two, that would be superb. It also hasn't helped that my dad and I have been working on my car for the past 3 days now. We worked on it (ok, ok... he worked on it) for the entire today and accomplished nothing! I am pretty sure that it is in worse condition now than it was when we started. Whatever though, I have to work in the morning again.... Sleep is good, and so is America. Don't support terrorism, and always remember that in order to protect our freedoms, we have to give every last one of them up. I am really glad that I have Washington to think for me, because I definitely can't do it for myself.

Peace

Friday

2004-08-06T20:02:00.000-05:00

Today is Friday, although I really wouldn't know it because I have to work at 6 AM tomorrow and Sunday. Oh well, at least I will get some OT. As much as I love making money, I am pretty much ready to head back down to Luther, and get back into the swing of things. Working a full-time job just seems so unproductive, I just don't feel like I am advancing myself at all. It is almost like highschool all over again.

Also, I am looking at getting a new car, well at least a different one. The one that I am looking at is actually older than the one I have now. I do, however, believe that it is in better condition and has a lot more "pimp potential." My dad and I are going to look at it once he gets home from work to see if it is worth the one hundred dollar price tag. Although it isn't anything spectacular, I am kind of excited for the change. The Corsica gave me four good years, but I think it might be time to move on.

Other than that, I guess it is just another day (in paradise?). I might go downtown and checkout Ribfest later. I went down there last night, and they had some pretty good music, and there was a decent crowd. So that might be exciting. Either way, I have a lot of things I could get done tonight, we will see how it goes.

Orange Soda

2004-08-05T00:48:00.000-05:00

First things first, orange soda is the shizzznittyy! Seriously, I think I could live off of this stuff. Give me a lifetime supply of orange soda and a Lazyboy recliner, euphoria will fall over the entire kingdom...

Moving on! The president made an appearance in town today. It was pretty nuts, there were people all over the place holding signs, protesting, yelling, and the whatnot. I felt like I hit a time portal that zapped me back to Birmingham, Alabama, well except for the fact that none of the protesters were black...... Ok, ok, bad comparison, but you get the picture. Anyway, I would have liked to go see the brains behind our great nation, but apparently I am a registered democrat, which I guess means that Bush doesn't represent me, because they wouldn't let registered democrats in to see him. Oh well, I had some extra time to sit up in my room and ponder the wonder of gravity, and how not even gravity could hold Bush's overinflated ego down to his body. I really am not a bitter person, I couldn't care less. If I wanted to be showered with propaganda and bullshit I would just join a cult.

"Irony: a state of affairs that appears perversely contrary to what one expects."

Isn't it ironic, when one is not allowed to see the figurehead of the "land of the free" based on one’s political beliefs or affiliation?

Also, when you are as hot as I am, and you still don't pick up women... now that is ironic...

Burning Bush

2004-08-03T15:52:00.000-05:00

So here is the thing, the president of the United States of America is making an appearance in Mankato tomorrow. Although this is pretty sweet, it would be a whole lot sweeter if the guy wasn't a complete moron. Anyway, today I had to haul bleachers from N. Kato out to the giant rock crater that Bush plans to speak in. I figured the job would be pretty sweet, I mean nothing makes your morning like getting worked over by a couple of huge secret service men. I was expecting half of the U.S. armed forces to be at the site ready to protect our glorious and majestic commander in chief, it was quite the opposite.

Instead, at the site stood about 20 people, and I mean they were just standing there (one could only assume with their thumbs up their asses). One guy came and gave us some uncomprehensible orders about where to set the bleachers. Something about "put them over there, behind the stage" as he pointed in about 5 different directions and looked at the 3 or 4 stages that were starting to take form. My co-worker and myself just stood there staring at him blankly until we decided to just leave the bleachers on top of him.

The thing I found most amusing is that there were still trucks hauling gravel out of the quarry (I told you he was speaking in a giant rock crater). So as these people are trying to set up, there are trucks driving all around with loads full of rock, loaders carrying huge limestone slabs and general confusion blanketing the whole operation. It truly looked like a pleasant time.
All in all my day didn't serve much purpose..... until I got to leave work two hours early. It was at this point that the prophecies were fulfilled, the angels sang and I joined Siddhartha in nirvana (which also happens to be an excellent band that is now gently caressing my ear drums). It is truly amazing how things come full circle.

Now I look ahead to a wonderful evening of..... well... nothing! Now that is what I am talking about.

Until next time (if you're lucky),

Peace

Down With Monday!

2004-08-02T19:15:00.000-05:00

Why does Monday even exist? I mean in our memories most Mondays are replaced by a dark void and the ones we do remember, we wish we didn't. It seems that as a society, we would be better off to just erase the existence of Monday completely. This process would be quite simple really. I petty 24 hours would just be added to Sunday night. Everyone would wake up refreshed and energized, ready to attack Tuesday. This is genius! Life would be good again. Work morale would increase exponentially while suicide and depression rates hit all time lows. I truly think this is a good idea? Is anyone with me?
Some of you might be wondering what sprung this seemingly unprovoked lash out against this "innocent" day of the week. Well truthfully it really doesn't matter, the day sucks, we all know it. Time to take it down. Ok, ok, stop begging, I guess it wouldn't hurt to explain the offenses committed. To start with I had to get up at 6:30. Yeah, yeah I know I get up at 6:30 every other day of the week also, but I only hate Mondays, so it doesn't really matter what time I get up the other 6 days. Second, once I arrived at work I had to drive around the parks in the entire city of North Mankato, emptying the garbage cans. This usually takes me like 2 1/2 hours, how long did it take me today? 4 1/2 hours! Why? Because some dumbass decided to dump a bunch of dead minnows in one of the park's garbage cans, which started to decompose and almost cause me to vomit all over some stray cat. This took me a while to clean out. Another reason why it took me an extra two hours was completely my fault, but I am still going to blame Monday, just because it was in fact Monday when these events took place. I emptied all the garbage cans and I had half a load of empty cans in the back of my truck. My only remaining task was to take the empty cans back to where I grabbed them. This would have been all fine and dandy except for the fact that I got down to one can and for the life of me couldn’t remember where the hell I got it from. I drove around the city for like 40 or 50 minutes checking all the parks until I finally found it, pretty lame. For the remainder of the day I just stood out in the extreme heat and humidity, sweating like the fat ass I am, and shoveling shit into a tractor bucket, if that isn't exciting I don't know what is.
When it comes down to it, it is quite obvious that as a general rule....... Mondays Blow! Oh well, I am home now, and I am happy. I still believe, however, that we should get rid of Monday. I am open to suggestions.

Peace

Oh Happy Day

2004-08-01T11:25:00.000-05:00

So I decided to change my website yet again. I never did figure out how to edit my Yahoo website after I reformatted my whole computer. Oh well, it kind of sucked anyway. Everyone will have to be patient with me as I try to figure out the html thing. Hopefully soon I will be able to figure out how to use a different, and way sweeter template. As for now, however, I am just going to use the pre-made ones provided.

Anyway, I just got back from work a short while ago, grabbed myself a doctor pepper and figured maybe I could find something productive to partake in. Instead I sat in front of this machine which surly destines my day to greatness, great indolence and despair. Fortunately, it is the weekend, which means that this day, Sunday, August 1st, was meant to be wasted.

Well, I need another DP. Don't count your chickens before they hatch. Why even let them hatch? Go make some eggs, they are high in protein. Something to think about.