February 2010
Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that’s pretty clever, don’t you boy?
indierawk:-Anatomy of a Hipster #57.
can’t. fucking. breathe.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs: “Skeletons” (acoustic)
Fall asleep, spin in the sky, skeleton me, love, don’t cry.
“It is impossible to sufficiently articulate an inarticulate process, a very wordless time. I did not learn to live by words, so I have found myself with few words to describe what happened. I’ve felt rather like I was dubbing in voiced and adding Technicolor to a black-and-white silent film. This history is revisionist in that same way: I have added words, color, and chronology to a time of my life that appears to me a pile of random frames scattered over the floor of my brain. I am sometimes startled, now, when I stand up and turn to the door to catch myself in the mirror. I’m often surprised that I exist, that my body is a corporeal body, that my face is a face, and that my name has a correlation to a person I can identify as myself. But, I suppose it’s not so strange to create a collage of memory—clippings that substitute for a linear, logical narrative. I did a very similar thing with myself.”
~ Marya Hornbacher.
James Mercer of the Shins, “Girl Inform Me” (live)
Unknown quotients, you must be using potions — how else would you tie my head to the sky?
Just joined a group on Facebook called “Vegetarians and Vegans Who Hate PETA”.
PETA = absurdly misogynistic and racist. And ineffective to boot.
Half the people can be part right all of the time, and
Some of the people can be all right part of the time,
But all the people can’t be all right all of the time.
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
I’ll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours!
I said that.
” —Bob Dylan