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 Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois
  The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday
 Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die
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Monday, April 18, 2005
 Survival of the Unfittest One day in Wisconsin, I thought it would be a good idea to take up skydiving. Rather than go with the good ol' Amazing Race style tandem jump, I thought it would be a good idea to take the two day course that allowed me to do the jump alone. I looked out from the plane, and saw the vivid green farm country below me, and resigned myself to the fact that this was the last day of my life. There was no rational part of me left, and I completely forgot that there was a parachute strapped to my back. I held on to the strut, said goodbye to my family, closed my eyes and when I could hold on no longer, let go and drifted off to oblivion. A few seconds later, my parachute opened, and I've never been more happy to be alive. Yesterday, with salt water pouring down my throat, limbs flying into my face and nothing but a blurry yellow buoy to aim for is the second time in my life I felt this way. With about 100 meters to go in the swim portion of yesterday's triathlon, I resorted to doggy paddling to the stairs. I have never felt so helpless, with no bottom to stand on, there was no way to rest, and it seemed that I would never reach the end. Faces from my past started streaming by, thoughts went a bit blurry, and the next thing I knew I was strapping on my helmet and swigging down some much needed fresh water and getting on my bike. I think I'll stick to running.  That smile is one of delusion, not of happiness.  A very supportive team was prepared to give me CPR. I was so proud of the team, they all were amazing. Truly, it was quite an experience, and I'm sure I will take up the challenge again soon. Next time, however, I will try to spend a little more time swimming in the ocean, since I am just a guy from Mondovi, Wisconsin. I should try to spend more time at that thing down the road from my house, in Bondi, I think it's called a beach. 34 days and counting until the Sydney Half Marathon, luckily there's no water involved.
... Seppo 3:45 pm...
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