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he first time I sat at a computer I was in the second grade. I’ve grown up in the age where technology is at my finger tips. I taught my grandparents how to use Microsoft Word, and confidently moved through the program like it was the back of my hand. But, today, technology failed me. After a long week of sending out emails, I had received no replies. After the feeling of rejection from staring at an empty inbox left – things weren’t adding up. After a chat with a technical representative, with a utter disbelief and amazement, I discovered a mystery email account. For every email that I had sent for the past 6 months, the reply had been exiled to an email account of no return. The blackhole of computer communica-
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tion. For the past year, I have been the virtual asshole of the year. Running through the world wide web, I am the email recipient with no manners. After pouring over 10,000 plus emails (many of them spam), I wondered if past emails I had sent had not reached their intended recipient? Cursing the computer and technology seemed the easiest thing to do, but, maybe, I have relied entirely too much on these inanimate objects that have become such a part of our everyday routine. For the time being, I will be corresponding by letters... Who am I kidding, nobody’s perfect...and writing letters cramps my wrist anyway. Email it is.
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Not producing the same as Williams BY SETH FEIN | STAFF WRITER
AUGUST 5 - 11, 2004 | MY EYES HAVE BEEN ITCHING MORE THAN MY BUTT THESE DAYS. VERY UNUSUAL.
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used to love marijuana. I mean – for real. I was in love with it. From around 1995 to 2001 I truly considered it to be my best friend in a lot of ways. One summer my buddies and I sat around making pipes out of old pieces of wood that my parents bought us for Christmas to use as building blocks. It made sense to me. What was once used for recreation as kids was being mutated to again, use as recreation for, well, kids. Now, I am not endorsing the use of pot as children. One of my biggest regrets is starting to smoke the reefer so young because it became boring to me as an adult. But, it’s worth noting something before I go any further. My grades in school got progressively better as I became more and more of a pothead. In freshman year, when I didn’t smoke pot at all, I pretty much got B’s and C’s. By the time I was rippin’ bingers at lunch my junior year, I was a straight A student. My counselor and dean were so proud of me. They told me, “It’s so nice to watch a fine young man grow into a responsible young adult like you. I wish more of my kids had your maturity and intelligence.” I always wanted to say, “Hey, my buddy on campus just introduced me to “kind nugs”. I’ve never felt this intelligent in my life!” Now, this isn’t the case for all individuals. Some people let the pot get the best of them and end up working at a liquor store. Wait, I work at a liquor store. But you get my drift. So, this isn’t going to be the legalize pot column. Nope. We all know it should be legalized anyway. That’s a dead issue. No, this one comes in defense of recent NFL retiree Ricky Williams. Ricky Williams likes to smoke pot. Whoopdee-freakin-doo. Here’s a guy who broke the rushing record in college football, was a highly touted rookie in the Pro’s, and made big waves in Miami the last two years, racking up over 3,500 yards on the ground. If he was to stay healthy and in the league, he probably would have gone on to break Emmit Smith’s NFL rushing record as well. Obviously, for a guy with this much talent, being allowed to smoke a doob or not was not the presiding factor in his decision to retire early.
But Holy Shit – if the media hasn’t twisted this story into something that it shouldn’t be. The man was going to fail another drug test. That’s true. But you don’t just quit football to be a pothead. You just don’t. Ricky Williams is an intelligent guy – at least enough so that he wants to spend some time traveling the East and getting to know himself a little more. Shocking as it may seem – a lifelong career in football is not for everyone. I mean, I know plenty of kids who went to high school and college, dead set on a career and after getting out into the world, decided that they wanted to do something entirely different. Is that such a crime? Does wanting to be more than one thing instantly make you out to be a failure? According to the majority of the stories I’ve read on this it does. I call bullshit. Seems to me that Williams just lost his passion for the game and didn’t feel like taking hits from huge men for up to 20 weeks in a row this fall. Instead, he wants to take hits from a bong and go study Asian culture. I commend him on his choice. People have been saying he lost his passion for the game because he smokes too much pot. And they might be right. But seriously, if a man wants to change direction and he’s not hurting anybody by doing so, do what his coach did: express disappointment, wish him well and leave him alone. I read an article in the intensely intellectual USA Today that claimed that Ricky Williams was going to go the way of Mike Tyson. Well, when Ricky Williams decides to rape a women, tattoo his face and make a comeback by biting off a part of someone’s ear, I’ll stand corrected. But that type of behavior seems a little off for a pothead. Shit – I’m not sure if a pothead could ever even imagine doing something like that. What a buzzkill.
Seth Fein is from Urbana. He recommends the Midnight Garage Sale @ Caffe Paradiso on Friday Night. He also recommends that everone get high at least once in their life – especially Republicans. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
FREE WILL ASTROLOGY (AUGUST 5 - 11) ARIES (March 21-April 19): To be an authentic Aries, to be the person you were born to be, you've got to pretty much always be mobilized by someone or something that thrills your heart. Who and what are those beacons for you right now? A person who fascinates you? An adventure you're planning or an idea you're exploring? A devoted animal who always sees the best in you? A place in nature where you remember who you really are? Whatever you love, Aries, pay homage to them this week. Build shrines in their honor. Take action to demonstrate the depth of your excitement. If your beacons are human beings, write them thank-you notes, sing them songs, or tell them the truth about their life-giving sustenance. TAURUS (April 20-May 20): A few years back, the commissioners of Kleberg County, Texas retired the salutation "hello" because they said it contained the offensive term "hell." In its place, they made "heaven-o" the official county greeting. That's borderline lunatic, if you ask me, and yet I understand the principle. In fact, I recommend that you initiate some adjustments in your own language, Taurus. As much as possible, you should stop using words that make you feel bad, confused, or weak. Replace them with fresh terms that make you feel optimistic and empowered. Of course, this is good advice for everyone all the time, but it's especially apt for you right now. The astrological omens suggest you have a special capacity for changing deep-seated habits that sap your energy, especially those involving the way you speak. GEMINI (May 21-June 20): In Half Magic, a children's book by Edward Eager, four kids discover an enchanted coin with an odd quirk: It grants just half of any wish. Naturally they try to compensate, imagining how to double the scope of each wish so that when only 50 percent of it comes true, it's exactly what they wanted. Your immediate future has certain resemblances to their story, Gemini.Though you will be in possession of a kind of magic, it may tend to work incomplete wonders. Consider imitating the kids' strategy: Make your wish larger than what you actually need. CANCER (June 21-July 22): From the day we're born till the day we die, we need teachers. In a perfect world, each of us would have at least one mentor who looked after our learning needs, constantly adding new lessons to our ever-evolving curriculum. Since you probably haven't been living in a perfect world, however, you may have only rarely been blessed with the luxury of a personal educator. You've mostly had to be your own guide, with an occasional assist from me. Here's one of those assists now: In the next six weeks, you should put a high priority on developing a long-term lesson plan.What things do you need to learn most between now and August, 2009? LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): There is an Egyptian myth that the sun was in Leo and the moon in Cancer when the universe was created.That very configuration is happening this week, which is an interesting coincidence. The astrological factors indicate it's an excellent time for you to recreate your own world. So don't be shy, Leo. Shed any doubts you might have about your authorial power. Imagine you're a god or goddess with the potency to dream a new dream of how life could be.Then get out there and start conjuring it up. VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): In his book, Legacy of the Heart: The Spiritual Advantages of a Painful Childhood, Wayne Muller traces many of our psychological ills to the bad habit known as "repetition compulsion." After growing up, we unconsciously recreate the situations that damaged or addled us as children. In this way we hope to find the healing we couldn't find when we were young. We choose friends and lovers and employers who inadvertently play the roles of our original family members as we continually restage our old imprints in search of some feeling of resolution that will set us free. That's the bad news, Virgo. The good news is that the next six weeks will bring the best opportunity ever to escape from repetition compulsion. LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): The first theme you should weave into your life in the near future is over-the-top, cathartic laugh-
ter. We could almost say, in fact, that you've entered the Season of the Belly Laugh.The second theme you need to find a prominent place for is ecstasy. I'm not talking about the drug, but rather the natural experience of over-the-top, cathartic pleasure. It wouldn't be a lie to suggest that you've slipped into the Season of Wild Fun.The third element you should invoke is overthe-top catharsis. I'm not exaggerating when I say you're in the Season of Peak Emotion. SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): The news media love bad news because they think it's more interesting and worthy of our attention than good news. The nineteenth-century poet John Keats said, "If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true," but many of today's journalists imply that if something isn't ugly, it's not true. The wide acceptance of this bizarre perspective colors our personal rhythms. We're prone to the delusion that a well-lived life is mostly a struggle; that it's normal to feel we're in a constant battle against the natural tendency of everything to fall apart. But right now is a perfect time for you to divest yourself of this nonsense, Scorpio. I urge you to devote your intelligence and passion to changing your beliefs about the nature of reality. Focus on what's beautiful and successful. Create opportunities for high-integrity pleasure. Have a fierce intention to find joy. Be a tough-minded optimist. SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): To the ancient Chinese, pigs were sacred because they could eat anything, and turn it into energy. The creatures were regarded as masters of transmutation. Nothing, not even garbage, was unusable to them. The Chinese aspired to be like pigs in the sense of being able to learn from and derive benefit from every experience, not just the tidy, tasteful ones. I mention this, Sagittarius, because it's an excellent time for you to imitate that paragon of holiness, the omnivorous pig. CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): The old days are threatening to dominate the headlines this week. In fact, unless you're proactive to the point of being pushy, a worn-out history will insinuate itself into your future. And unless you err on the side of generosity as you settle accounts with two people who used to be an important part of your life, they will continue to demand your precious energy long after they have any right to. To acquire the ballast necessary to keep the past in its proper place, make a pilgrimage to a place where you triumphed over the old days once before. AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): "I need more Grace than I thought." That's a line from a Rumi poem in which the poet confesses he's sometimes helpless in the face of life's unpredictable twists and turns. It's a mournful statement; he's sad at having to acknowledge he's not always the master of his own destiny. Yet I sense he also means he feels relief in surrendering to the need for grace. It's liberating to accept the fact that he can't possibly be a wise, effective genius who controls every detail and aces every test. I hope you'll arrive at Rumi's state soon, Aquarius. I trust you'll derive power from saying, "I need more Grace than I thought."
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): Sometimes the demons that are like mosquitoes are more dangerous than the demons resembling dragons. You go on full alert in the face of the dragons' threats, calling in all your favors and hauling out your biggest guns. But you may underestimate the power of the mosquitoes to mess with you, and not be aggressive enough in shielding yourself from their subtly demoralizing effects. Don't let this be the case in the coming week, Pisces. Don the persona of a heroic warrior as you take extreme measures to exorcise the mosquito demons.
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eople love going to the Grand Canyon. Families get out of their station wagons and stand along the edge of it, their breath taken away. They are almost giddy and awestruck by it's beauty. I bet that shit wasn't true about 150 years ago. When families got out of their covered wagons and stood along the edge of this wonder, I'm guessing it only resulted in a stream of expletives from the father. “Sonofabitch...rat shit...piss. I cannot believe we have to cross this freaking ditch to get to the west coast. Everybody go to the bathroom now because the next year of our life is gonna consist of getting around this fucking hole.“ My point, I suppose, moving is a bitch, no matter how beautiful the destination. I know this because I moved last week. To make my move more interesting, I decided to hurt my shoulder a few days before by diving for a softball. In my mind, I looked like Willie Mays, outstretched as the ball came into my glove. In reality, I'm sure I looked more like Don Zimmer just rolling around on the grass. The ball popped out, we lost the game, and I had nothing but a banged up wing and a long ass move to look forward to. I'd done some prep work already and boxed up quite a few things beforehand. Even this was a perfect example of my tawdry life, everything I owned wrapped up inside beer and whiskey boxes. The first few boxes I packed were labeled extensively. “Kitchenplates, silverware, plastic cups.“ The boxes I packed towards the end were labeled more along the lines of “Crap“ and “Shit you don't need“ or simply “Stuff.“ As packing became more of a pain in the ass, I began instead to just throw things away. Honestly, no man needs 10 Hawaiian shirts, particularly when he hasn't even worn one of them in the past 10 years. I realized I had spent far more time trying on and purchasing corduroy pants than actually wearing them, so those weren't going to be making the trip either. I must have been pretty tanked up when I bought this 9 and 1/2 Souvenirs t-shirt. Yeah, the singer was hot, but geez, the damned shirt just looks stupid. I almost felt like I should apologize to Goodwill for dumping this tasteless wear on them. Fortunately, my mother came up to help me for a few days. Apparently moving and cleaning are a preferable option to spending more
time in the camper with my father. She asked me the same question several times, “When was the last time you cleaned this?“ My answer was the same each time. “Um, I don't think I've ever actually cleaned it. “ Eventually, it was down to nothing but the big items. Now some folks will tell you different, but I've always felt if you're going to be moving heavy couches and cabinets you really only need two people. One of them should be a sleep deprived rock star who weighs about a buck 35 and the other one should own a truck and be hungover like a bastard. Fine, maybe it's not ideal, but it's all I had. Looking back, I should have also hired someone to follow us around with a bucket and pick up our testicles after they'd been shot from our body. Seriously, there was quite a lot of straining. During all of this, the dog just sat calmly in the floor. I believe he truly enjoys watching other people work. When it was time to go to the new place, he jumped in the car and looked happily out the window. It was only about six blocks away, but he seemed to have no idea. He's not like those courageous dogs in The Incredible Journey by any stretch of the imagination. Geez, we just moved across West Side Park and he has no idea where the hell he is. On the nightly walks, we enter the park from the opposite direction, and I honestly don't think the dumb bastard even knows he's been there before. I suppose when a large amount of your life revolves simply around peeing on things it doesn't take all that much to keep you happy. Maybe he has the right idea, just suck it up and enjoy the changes. So, I'm all moved in. I'll be at this place for awhile either way. That's sort of the beauty of moving, by the end of it my spirit is so broken it takes several years before I could even consider it again. Besides, everything seems fresh and new and it changes my outlook. The view out the window is different. It takes a few minutes in the middle of the night to remember where the bathroom is. There's something very Zen about cutting shelf paper. Something besides your address changes when it's all said and done. Looking back, it almost seems like a pleasure.
Michael Coulter, lady’s man, man-abouttown is a videographer and writer of the online column “The Sporting Life.“ Send letters to buzz@readbuzz. com
News of the weird Lead story Autobiography of the Least Interesting Man in America: According to a 1996 Seattle Times feature, Robert Shields, 77, of Dayton, Wash., is the author of perhaps the longest personal diary in history, nearly 38 million words on paper stored in 81 cardboard boxes covering the previous 24 years, in five-minute segments. Example: July 25, 1993, 7 a.m.: “I cleaned out the tub and scraped my feet with my fingernails to remove layers of dead skin. “ 7:05 a.m.: “Passed a large, firm stool, and a pint of urine. Used 5 sheets of paper. “
Great Art! From time to time News of the Weird has reported on the fluctuating value of the late Italian artist Piero Manzoni's personal feces, which he canned in 1961, 30 grams at a time in 90 tins, as art objects (though, over the years, 45 have reportedly exploded). Their price to collectors has varied from about $28,000 for a tin in 1998 to $75,000 in 1993. In June 2002, the Tate Gallery in London excitedly announced it had pur-
chased tin number 004 for about $38,000. (The price of 30 grams of gold at that time was a little over $300.)
Surprise! Diane Parker accompanied husband, Richard W. Parker (who had been accused of drug trafficking), to federal court in Los Angeles for a hearing in 1998. According to friends, Diane was such a believer in her husband's innocence that she had come prepared to put up her investment property and her mother's townhouse to make Richard's bail. However, when the prosecutor recited to the judge facts about Richard's double life that included a mistress and a safe house, Diane's expression changed dramatically within the space of a few minutes. According to a Los Angeles Times account, she removed her wedding ring with a flourish, walked out of court, quickly drove to an Orange County office where the mistress worked, and punched her several times before being restrained.
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from out of town. Hopefully theyâ€™re going to stop at the gas station and buy gas, and maybe stop down the road at Bytes CafĂŠ and have dinner,â€? she said. â€œHopefully, my business will bring into the other businesses and visa versa.â€? ome might remember the Sunday comics The house layout creates a friendly feeling they used to read when they were a kid. An which includes a front sitting room, male and old rocking chair might bring back memories female bedrooms, an office, a kitchen, a bathroom of visits to grandmaâ€™s house. Even an old and even a closet stocked with games and dolls. glass vase might take you back to the flowers The first room is a sitting room lit with sunshine your mom always put on the kitchen table. and filled with comfy chairs; on the tabletops are What if there was a place that had everything old Jim Bean bottles and newspapers dating from to bring back the memories? Terri Lee Wegeng of Camargo, Ill., has made the early 20th century. Completing the room is an such a place called Thyme â€˜n Time Again old fashion radio from the late 1920s. The only thing out of place in the sitting located at 102 N. Main, Villa Grove, Ill. This vintage resale and consignment shop contains room is the ownerâ€™s laptop which she uses for items from the turn of the 20th century up to playing her MP3s and to help her clients price the late 1960s. Wegeng, a baby boomer in her items by searching for information about them early 40s, created the store especially for baby on the Internet. Wegengâ€™s business works where anyone can boomer nostalgia. Weathered wooden chairs, black iron planters, bring in items to sell. Wegeng takes 15 percent and other antiques line the outside of Thyme â€™n of the sales. However, Wegeng said she is picky Time Again; located on the corner of Main Street in what she will take. Items must be vintage, and Adams Street in the quiet town of Villa from about the late 60s and earlier. She will not Grove. The curious objects outside along with take certain appliances like microwaves. In addition to the Villa Grove store, she also has the glass store front filled with vintage bottles, globes and vases invite passersby to come in and an Internet store at www.tntonlinesales.com. She plans to continue selling over the Internet once the explore the rest of the store. store goes into full swing. â€œ ( B a b y But the best part of runboomers) want ning the store is learning to see things that where the pieces came remind us of our from whether it is old past, and weâ€™re Valentineâ€™s Day cards or getting old. We the military boots that want to rememâ€“ Terri Wegeng were worn in Vietnam. ber our younger The selection of items days,â€? she said. varies from furniture, to â€œSo thatâ€™s the Lightning Adding types of things Machines an early from of calculators to books we want to have from our history.â€? Her clients, mainly from the neighboring such as Gulliverâ€™s Travels. Wegeng said that she is not an appraiser; communities, look to sell furniture or other items obtained from their family members that she usually leaves the pricing up to the custhey no longer have use or room for. tomer. If she prices, she may get ideas for Everything that comes into the store has a pricing from online sales and mark a â€œgo betweenâ€? price for the item. story behind it she says. Champaignâ€™s vintage store, Furniture Lounge at Once inside people are reminded of their grandmotherâ€™s home with black and white 9 E. University Ave. has been open for over two family portraits lining the hallway walls, years. Owners, Amanda McWilliams and Scott and fresh cookies waiting to be devoured in Schaub, are garage sale/vintage fans like Wegeng. Their store mainly sells furniture, but they also sell the kitchen. The business began in January when clothes, records and a number of random things Wegeng began selling things that her friends from mainly the 1940-70s. Unlike Thyme â€˜n Time Again, Furniture did not want anymore. At first, it was simple online sales and auctions like E-bay. Lounge either gets the items from garage sales, Other people heard what she was doing and estates sales or buying items from people who started bringing her more things to sell, are looking to get rid of things. Instead of conWegeng said. She had three storage units signment, McWilliams and Schaub buy the full of items when finally she decided to items on the spot. McWilliams supports anyone open up a store in a town with less than willing to open a vintage store. â€œAny store that gives more education on 3,000 residences, Villa Grove. She thinks a small town setting will be good for the busi- what weâ€™re trying to do is a plus,â€? she said. â€œPeople are educated on the construction of ness and the town in general. â€œIn a situation where you have what I have, the furniture and the art form of it.â€? She also thinks that opening the store in a youâ€™re bringing in people coming to my business
small town like Villa Grove is good because small towns have just as much capability to learn about these things. McWilliams and Wegeng both believe that the vintage items can be sturdier than the newer things of today. â€œSome of the old stuff I have is going to last longer than the new stuff because itâ€™s solid and trust me itâ€™s very heavy,â€? Wegeng said. Although Wegengâ€™s store is open now on the weekends, she will have a grand opening on August 7th for Villa Groveâ€™s Ag Day celebration. She plans to have a mini flea
HAROLD & KUMAR GO TO WHITE CASTLE â˜…â˜…â˜… BY JARED ZITO | STAFF WRITER
f Frodoâ€™s quest to Mt. Doom was the most epic cinematic quest of the past year, Harold and Kumarâ€™s quest to White Castle comes in a close second, though itâ€™s much funnier. Written by newcomers Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg this movie has it all: annoying antagonists, social issues, early 90s cultural references, beautiful women and loveable underdogs. Director Danny Leiner (Dude, Whereâ€™s My Car?) does a masterful job of keeping the audience guessing and the social issues humorous instead of offensive. Harold, played by John Cho (the MILF guy from American Pie), is the low man on the totem pole at an investment banking firm. As he is ready to leave for the weekend, two
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