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No poetic words, from me or anyone else, could possibly do her justice, and I have no guitar that can gently weep for her. All I have are other people's songs. Songs from artists she loved, songs that we talked about, and songs that I instantly turned to in the immediate tape-delayed aftermath of her terrible, terrible death.
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    Making mixes is how I react when I hear most any news or meet even the homeliest of women, but while Biz was beautiful and the best and we shared so much - even about music - I never thought to actually make her a mix of her own.
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    Biz's love for Counting Crows really threw a wrench into my tribute mix tape for her, because I hate them.
    I'm going to have to go through their discography to find a hidden gem? God damn it, Biz...
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    The final mix, culled from over 100 immediate ideas down to the final running order and with a title taken from a poem of hers that was posted on her best friend's Facebook, is here if you wanted to listen with me. https://open.spotify.com/user/122550301/playlist/5YnskuDBOX7Ers2XaWqPbC
    By the way, I can't believe I never asked for her Spotify handle.
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This is my one and only remaining requested list from biz that I never created, because it was really just a DM.
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    💔
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    Listening to this in the immediate aftermath of Maggie telling me about her was a bad idea.
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    Bye, Biz.
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    You were a good sneeze.
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    All of them.
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    Even the worst episodes were head and shoulders above most any show you can think of, in terms of originality and heart.
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    This wildly out of control essay on Tone-Lōc.
    I've been working on it off and on for three weeks and I just don't see why. UPDATE: it's finished, and it's just as awful as I imagined. But it's done! https://www.facebook.com/shaun.rutherford/posts/10206940969377415
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    A book written by a friend about a subject I just don't enjoying reading in print.
    Books about Bond/Bauer types don't do it for me. It's far too easy for the author to try way too hard to make the character or action seem "AWESOME."
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    Completing my 1970's Billy Cobham vinyl discography.
    Completely by chance and with no effort put forth by me, I've managed to obtain every album he released in the 1970s but one. I shall make this happen this weekend, as I know where to find it. See also: Paul Simon, though I don't want to pay out the nose for The Rhythm Of The Saints.
It seems as though my graduating class has yet to determine the all-important where and when of our planned 20-year reunion. Here were my own ideas.
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    Ruins of Sheetz on Plank Road
    Where the cool kids spent many a night with their car engines all exposed and such. I managed to score an invite one summer night, but once I pulled up in my mom's turquoise Corsica, I was quickly expelled from the boulevard.
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    Ruins of Tasty Taco on Plank Road
    Featured prominently in several robberies perpetrated by different members of our graduating class (theoretical graduates, in the case of two of them).
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    Ruins of Park Hills Theatre
    Still currently operational, somehow.
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I get a lot of mail at work, but one letter in particular caught my eye. In a sex way.
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    The letter was from a student who currently lives in apartment complex in State College, PA.
    45 minutes from my hometown, and a frequently-visited location.
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    I did a double take when I saw the address, and after mentally driving around State College, I confirmed that this girl's apartment complex is on the very spot I once had sex, back when it was just displaced earth, a couple backhoes, and an architect's dream.
    We had just finished dinner and she was so ready. I couldn't risk a 45-minute drive home that would surely make her tired, so we found the next-sexiest location - a construction site.
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    I took a moment to reflect.
    "Oh yes, I have spread my seed."
A story I tell people in my real life when they ask why "whisper" is my handle for my email and everything else you can imagine.
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    When I was a little kid, my brothers and I had our own radio station. Admittedly, it was not real and was just me hitting record on a tape deck. Ryan and Evan would be yelpy goofs and every once in a while I'd flip it to whatever was playing on the radio, doing the outros after. I got to name the station because I was the oldest. WSPR was born.
    My initials, for those keeping score.
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    The original logo for WSPR was pretty simple.
    Don't have any of those old notebooks, but that was about it.
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    We had actual programming, such as "The Gay(e) Marvin Show," probably created after overhearing a 20/20 about Marvin Gaye's non-hilarious murder and starring me. The show was primarily an excuse for us to giggle about the inherent comedy in the word "gay" for five minutes.
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I didn't date any of these women, but knew them enough that we knew each other's names and such.
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    Switched lunch tables
    Ah, the early years of romantic evasion and ignorance.
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    Changed bus routes
    I tried to take a shortcut using a different bus one day and there she was. I thought she had just changed jobs, or graduated maybe.
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    Left town
    She came back, but a year after I had already moved to California.
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    The Wet Hot American Summer prequel show is an abomination on literally every single level.
    Similar to Anchorman 2, where it makes me never want to watch the original again. Far too many comedic bandwagon jumpers. Jon Hamm, I know you've got a lot of friends, but let them have their fun while you take a day or two off to work on your relationship with Jessica Stein. Fuck, anything. Just stay away.
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    I don't get Tom Waits. Except song, I hope that I don't follow love with you.
    Suggested by   @biz
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    Marvel's The Avengers is incredibly boring.
    Suggested by   @moonjockey
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Starting anew in North Carolina, the simple life only complicates a relationship that proves that love is better kept at a distance, or at least while one of you is at work most of the time.
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    Bitten by a tick on Day One, Victoria mysteriously develops Celiac, a disease no one had heard of in 2010.
    I still think it's the tick, but she disagrees. Also, because we have a yard that we are responsible for, and at Victoria's request, I rake up the entire leaf-covered yard so that we can grow grass. It takes two full days and I'm convinced the last tenant left the yard like this for a reason, but I have the opportunity to absorb several albums I would not have gotten to listen to inside the house. Grass never grows and we let the yard repopulate itself with leaves.
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    Filming the ending Free Throws Across America, in which I recruited my brand new neighbors to shoot baskets in the background (it's the good part), the camera picks up Victoria saying something nice about me to Sam.
    On take 2, Victoria backed up the "camera car" to the start, and just before action, she can be heard saying to Sam with amazement, "Your daddy did all of this." I hear it while editing and am glad I have proof that she was once impressed with me.
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    Between Bojangles and our backyard, chickens were everywhere.
    Pretty soon after moving into the house on Apache Lane, we had a knock on our door. An attractive middle-aged woman had come to tell us that their chicken had gotten into our yard and asked my help to help her husband catch it. I went to the backyard just in time to see the chicken running right at me, trailed by a crazed-looking old man who screamed, "Get it!!" Not knowing how & where to grab a chicken, I let it pass. The old man cursed and continued pursuit up the street. Welcome to the South.
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