Life is Beautiful
Posted on August 4th, 2010
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Photograph & Quotidian
Posted on April 20th, 2010
“I envy everything, all of it. I know
it’s a sin. I love how you can shift
in your chair, take a deep drink
of gold beer, curl your toes under, and hum.”
-Dorianne Laux, from “What Could Happen“
Photograph & Song of the Day
Posted on April 12th, 2010
Apple And Cinnamon, Utada Hikaru
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Play On Round-Up
Posted on February 24th, 2010
In the Sun, She & Him – She & Him is the insanely cool collaboration of Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward, and this is the single off their second album, set to be released in March
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Blow Me Away, Breaking Benjamin- first single from the rock band’s new album Dear Agony
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Pick Up the Phone, Dragonette – insanely addicting pop hit from the Canadian electropop group’s second album Fixin’ to Thrill
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Good Riddance(Time of Your Life), Green Day
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Scars, Allison Iraheta - marvelous second single from the American Idol contestant’s first album Just Like You
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E.E. Cummings
Posted on January 27th, 2010
now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have
hands,and all the hands have people;and
more each particular person is(my love)
alive than every world can understand
and now you are and i am now and we’re
a mystery which will never happen again,
a miracle which has never happened before–
and shining this our now must come to then
our then shall be some darkness during which
fingers are without hands;and i have no
you:and all trees are(any more than each
leafless)its silent in forevering snow
–but never fear(my own,my beautiful
my blossoming)for also then’s until
Bubbles, Powell and Marx
Posted on November 30th, 2009
“I knew before that God gives life to men, and desires them to live; but now I know far more. I know that God does not desire men to live apart from each other, and therefore has not revealed to them what is needful for each of them to live by himself. He wishes them to live together united, and therefore has revealed to them that they are needful to each other’s happiness.” – Leo Tolstoy, What Men Live By
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In Powell pretending to study. I was reading friends’ blogs today and it made me sad. My life has split right down the middle yet again. Should I just lay that entire former part of my life – ICA and all that goes with it – to rest? I’m tired of letting people go, but I’m even more tired of fighting for them. And I’ve never been one for gradual or messy break-ups/goodbyes – give me a clean break if nothing else and I’ll be gone.
I’m planning a donut-making party for next quarter. We’ll see how that works out.
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I’ve been studying Marx, Althusser and Foucault, among other authors, for my theory class this quarter, and interestingly, all three of them saw reality/society as being split into two levels – on the bottom is what they called the base, episteme, or the covert, the hidden forces that are driving society,and above it is the superstructure(Marx) or imaginary(Althusser) or discourses(Foucault). They all seemed to sense or believe that there is something illusory or deceptive about this reality that we’re living in, and so they came up with various complex hypotheses of societal existence to explain this. Interesting, because of course this reality we’re living in is illusory, there is something flawed at the base of our system and, like Neo, most sensitive people in the world can feel that “there’s something wrong with the world” – they just don’t know what it is.
Sad, Photograph, Crush
Posted on November 26th, 2009
A friend took this. It makes me happy:)
I’ve been feeling sad lately. I miss X so desperately, and Y is so troublesome these days. I have, to all intents and purposes, lost two of my closest friends.
And I’m sad because I miss ICA people. I miss that community, that environment, the warm loving joy, the inside jokes, the small ways in which you get cared for as a a part of that group. But I think mostly I’m sad because I feel like I’ve lost the people – no one has reached out since I left, no one has made the effort to love, they’re all just – gone. Absent and missing, lost in the borders of their lives and worlds. Most of them I don’t regret – my time for knowing them and vice versa is gone – but the loss of a few, and their refusal to reach out to keep me, still burns. I’m getting used to it, however – tonight at the thanksgiving dinner was one of the best, most relaxed times I”ve had around them.
In other (brighter?) news, I have a Crush. His name is RHB – red-headed boy. I first noticed red-headed boy in one of my classes first (or second? don’t remember) year, where he thoroughly intimidated me with his intellectual comments in class, his knowledge of abstruse literary terms which I had a bare grasp of, and his general air of Knowledge about all that could be Worth Knowing.Be that as it may, my intimidation masked, or perhaps was simply another name for, an incipient attraction underneath at all. However, after that class was over I promptly forgot about him.
Come third year, and lo and behold RHB turns up in one of my classes(those red heads. they never go away). To be honest, I didn’t pay him much attention the first half of class or so – I knew other people in the class, and he never sat in my section, and after that first flash of recognition, I thought, I’ll never be able to talk to him anyway. However, after a few weeks, it dawned on me that it didn’t have to be that way, and made a resolve: I would talk to red-headed boy before the quarter was over. Two days ago, I walk into class, and there he is, sitting in my section, and no one around. And it occurred to me, with a flash of amusement, that this was my chance. I sat down next to him, and after screwing up my courage for five minutes or so, opened up the conversation quite simply by pointing out that we’d had a class previously. Whereat we went on to have a perfectly normal and ordinary conversation about classes and professors and TAs. And so there you have it. I’ll probably talk to him again before the quarter is over – I may ask him to study with me even though I have have a study partner in E, and in fact B suggested that he and I and B study together also(but it can never hurt to have too many flings study partners, can it? For the record, both B’s have girlfriends – I’m really not that obsessed:) I was neither disappointed nor excited about my conversation with RHB – he was, in fact, much less overtly intelligent than I remembered, and seemed in fact much more like an ordinary, intelligent person than I remembered him being. Which led me to great amusement at myself, but at least it goes to show that I must have gained in self-confidence between then and now if he no longer intimidates me.But this crush has always been much more about me than about RHB anyway – I like the idea of him far better than I like him, I like the spark of amusement and excitement that it adds to my life and the endless opportunities it provides to laugh at myself. Hmm hmm. Good stuff:)
Rain
Posted on November 12th, 2009
People said that when you went home
The rains would be over
The wars would stop
Sunlight would spill out of cradles
and children husk the day.
I wanted you back.
With your shepherd’s wings and your pleasant
eyes. I wanted to throw you on a table and
cover you with kisses, take shelter out of cover
and circle. They said that when you came home
Babies would stop crying, days would sparkle.
They lied.