hell yes.
today, i got a mix CD in the mail from the lovely jason killingsworth.

sure, sure, he created the "compilation" to woo another woman. and just burned an extra copy to send to me. but this actual piece of metal says "songs for jules" in big sharpie'd lettering on the front. it's mine, i tell you! all mine!

in the world of electronic file sharing and mp3 gadgetry, the ancient art of calculating the exact arrangement of songs to fit on the mix tape is a distant memory. and by calculating, i really do mean using a calculator. too much silence at the end of either side was the mark of a shoddy mix tape.

thank you, jason. thank you. it's a beautiful lost art.

now i need to hurry up and listen to it.