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There's Another One!

Ladies and Gentlemen, brace yourselves! I am not as unique as I once thought. This is truly earth shattering news! Apparently, there's another strapping young lad named Joe blogging under the title "Joe In Real Life," and he's from Sweden. Fortunately, he and I aren't very similar, so there's no need to worry about there being two of me walking around. Anyway, I think it's pretty cool, no? I guess this world isn't quite as big as it once was.

Right Round

A thin piece of plastic steadily spins. The lettering rights itself thirty-three times every minute. A tiny diamond vibrates in a microscopic chasm, releasing sound waves left unheard for more than thirty years. Amplified by modern technology, they fall on the ears of a person not old enough to remember the Berlin Wall, the Iron Curtain, the Yugo, or even the American Fiat. Too young. He should be listening to someone named 'Ga-Ga', or even one T. Swift, of whom he is particularly fond. However, he is engrossed in these sounds twice to three times as old as he is. Static pops and buzzes fill the air as the needle reaches the end of it's groove. The young man gently lifts the arm, flips the record over, and sets the turntable on another thirty three rotations a minute. Old School has never been so cool.