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July 27th, 2011
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March 4th, 2008
This is too easy:
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As of late this e-space has seemed more like an excuse to play with form than a space for communicating, and is, subsequently, rather e-fakeandmisleading. Therefore, I am quitting indefinitely. Cold Turkey! See you fuckers on Facebook.
February 13th, 2008
You just like destroying things that are good, don't you?:
All right, Aight, boys and boyos. All's well? Same, same. I seem to be sleeping a lot.
(There is a geometry problem that I have been unable to solve for literally 6 years now. This is what I do with my free time.)
Macs are great for boredom.
Ample time for nostalgia. It strikes me that I've always appreciated a narrative gimmick-- even before my first Charlie Kaufman movie and more recently than my playwriting class. My favorite/own fictions/relationships always value form over content-- which is not to suggest that form is not a type of content, but instead that I am detached from "straightforward" emotion. Shucks.
(This, of course, is the root of my disingenuity. Social structures take precedence over the desire to sob/scream "I hate you"/"I love you". Then again, sobbing and screaming only have social meanings.)
Songs of the Day:
Someone Great- LCD Soundsystem <-- just bought Sound of Silver, and it is amazing. A techno album about moving past teenagerdom = yes.
Fear No Pain- Willy Manson <-- Emma introduced me to this guy. I uploaded this song to a lame site, but it's worth the effort to download it. Beautiful.
The Devil Never Sleeps- Iron and Wine <-- Always liked this guy's music, and always wanted to sing like him. I'm glad he got a band-- this is that much more fun because of it.
No job as of yet, but I do have a bike, and a house, and a girl. Oxford in t-minus 7 weeks. Come visit before I leave:
64 Henich Lane
(P.S. Adulthood in T-minus question mark?)
January 31st, 2008
Live every week like it's shark week:
Holy Matrimony, Jan Saudek, 1990
Hey guys, what's up?
"Not much, what's up with you?"
Well I got into a study abroad program at Oxford.
"Wow! That's awesome."
It's pretty cool. But I don't have anything to do until I leave in April.
"What are your plans?"
Uh, I don't know. I'm going to rent a place near western Massachusetts and find a job.
"Have you found a place?"
Yeah! It's great. It's cheap and huge and isolated and my only neighbors are sheep and horses. I'm really excited to live there.
"You're living with SHEEP?"
Yeah. I've decided that people aren't really worth the effort. I prefer animals. The great irony of my life is that I'm allergic to them.
"Hahaha. Yeah. So what are you up to now?"
I'm bumming around New York City. I got into an accident in Manhattan, so my car has been here for the last few weeks.
"Was anybody hurt?"
No, everyone's fine, but my car is fucked. I came down to get my car back, but my insurance just told me it's cheaper to buy the car from me than to fix it. So now I have no car.
"Shit. What are you going to do?"
I have no clue. Buy another car or a bike or something. A car is expensive, but it's awfully convenient, especially considering how much shit I have to transport.
"Yeah I see what you mean... So how about them Giants?"
I'm a Patriots fan, personally.
"Oh, okay. Well it was nice talking to you."
Nice talking to you too. I'll see you around.
"Yeah. See you around."
As a side note, I want this song played at my funeral:
Death of a Clown- The Kinks
Current Music: Waltz #2- Elliott Smith
December 19th, 2007
I apologize for this in advance::
(two classes down, two to go over intercession)
Emma: The saddest thing is a college student who fails his finals and calls home to be comforted by his mother only to learn that his entire family has been killed and eaten by a roving band of cannibalistic gypsy orphans.
Emma: And his only remaining family member, a three-legged dog, wimpers with hunger into the phone.
December 13th, 2007
I Want Your Digital Love (Jackson 5 + Daft Punk)- Ben Double M
Two of my favorite song of, like, EVER, man! The first minute is actually a pretty awful mashup, but the sample at the minute mark and the rap at the two minute mark save it. Anyway, the two songs are so good they're impossible to fuck up when put together.
Bridges and Balloons with a Bagel (Joanna Newsom + Tego Calderon)- P. Neezy on certifiedbananas.com
This just makes me incredibly happy. It is the one and only time I have liked reggaeton.
two videos, because I can't find the songs online:
99 Problems + Voodoo Child. Emma showed this to me. Apparently it's thing to put jay-z songs with hendrix songs? this one is legitimately badass, and more fun than either song by itself, 'cause it keeps 99 problem's drums but switches the guitar sample.
Drop it like it's hot + close to me. This one is kind of famous among my friends, because i always talk about when a DJ came to simon's rock for our "prom" and did a similar mashup. Unfortunately, this doesn't use the horns from the cure song, and the video is retarded.
Also, this site has 2747 mashups FOR FREE.
November 8th, 2007
Old news, renewed excitement::
Three from the soundtrack:
Stuck Inside A Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again- Cat Power (covering Bob Dylan)
Simple Twist of Fate- Jeff Tweedy (covering Bob Dylan)
Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window- The Hold Steady (covering Bob Dylan)
(This last one gives me chills. If anyone can find the original, tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.)
Current Music: YES
October 26th, 2007
Laugh Larf Barf:
I'm going to my first ever wedding tomorrow!
It's in Philadelphia, because that's where my cousin lives!
My parents REALLY want me to go for some reason!
It's going to be the first time in months that Emma and I have been apart for more than 24 hours. We sleep a lot. It's pretty awesome. I've been accused of being a recluse, which is not such a bad thing to be, though I still wish I lived closer to the partying peoples' of the world.
I have a 3.1 GPA for the first time in years! Yay! The bad part of this is that I haven't been keeping in touch with peoplez. Apologies. Have some music instead!
The songs with vocalists that vaguely remind me of Ian Curtis:
Not Even Jail- Interpol
To Fix The Gash In Your Head- A Place To Bury Strangers
Memoranda- The A-Frames:
I have the 6 good Radiohead albums in the 6 slots of my car's CD player. I'm such a loser.
October 18th, 2007
A great music video, twice:
Jose Gonzalez's Cover:
The dude does the song exactly the way I wish I could. Too bad the video turns out to be a commercial.
Current Music: House of Cards- Radiohead (in my head)
October 17th, 2007
Haven't had much time for public e-masturbation-- I'm trying and mostly succeeding in busying myself with school. I am, despite my love of groups of people I know, on top of work in all my classes except playwriting. I'm in college, baby! I'm studying Franz KafKarl Marx!
(Though I understand approximately 1/16 of Grundrisse. I'm failing as a social scientist and Asmaniac, but Lukacs is bringing literature into the picture.)
Socially back in form too, mostly thanks to a week in NYC. The amount of money I spend or is spent on me is directly related to my sense of self, and my sense of self directly effects my relationship with mortality. Fo' serious. I was okay with death/starvation/apathy until I became a productive person-- when I care about people and what they think about me, there's a desire to be mourned. All mourning is selfish, maybe??? Ignore this. My language is loose, like sleeve of wizard.
(Am thinking about the drive on 1-95 when Grandma died, screaming into the steering wheel, "I'm so stupid. I'm so fucking stupid." That was weird.)
Went to the Met, saw some real Caravaggio, some real Dali, and some real Picasso. These two, Nude Standing By The Sea and Woman In White, Picasso painted in the same year:
The dude is like The Beatles and James Joyce-- he just can't stay still.
Also saw a 20-foot-tall this:
Neo Rauch, Die Fuge. His paintings are his dreams??
For a while there, with Leila gone, the isolation of my apartment, and my limitations as a student, I thought that sophomore year might be the apex of my collegiate career. I am afraid of being dull, boring, uninspired, or, alternatively, being obnoxious and annoying. As for the spectrum between those two poles, I'm afraid of becoming a person who is unable to have fun because he is too hip or too thoughtful or too preoccupied. The postmodern paradigm for white dudes like me is to be ridiculous. You gotsta make people laugh, bro! Think: Stephen Colbert and associates, Vonnegut + Barthelme + Foer, the picture above, etc. I'm not sure if it's good, then, that I feel for the first time that I am still the same person I was when I was five or six or seven years old.
(What do I do in my free time? Watch full seasons of Top chef + West Wing, play spider solitaire, write stories about widow(er)s left with three boys. Never anything that is expected of me-as-adult. I refrain from detailing my feelings towards certain puppies and their owners, as well as multiple large empty union-made glass bottles, because the feelings should be fairly obvious to those that care and unnecessary for those that don't.)
More later, including music.
Current Music: 7 radiohead albums at once = squeals and paranoia