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 Listen to Anathallo!

I wish I was actually cool enough to sit and write a real music blog.

Also, As Tall As Lions is going to be in San Francisco at the end of the month.  I don't even now if ticket are still on sale and I have no way to get there but jesus, do I want to go.

 Crystal Castles?  Um....yes please!  Listen to it guys. 

Also I'm drawing a comic for my design class. 

 Pellegrino + lemon + honey + Animal Collective = <3

suburban disasters and blue detergent lipped in the 8 o clock light is it any better the way you get there? i struggle to take up less space to stop the feed(back) i don’t get the b-beat keep skipping and miss the step up suck in smoke and all the kids are shouting and all the kids are on the roof tops blooming like cereus like fireworks like stars, “dude are you coming? and what is that you are smoking hey mister?” 

 Honestly, I wish the title of my paper could simply read: "Sir Gawain Is A BAMF" and be done with it.  That would make my life.  Oh well.

1. The Clockwise Witness - Devotchka

2. Ragged Wood - Fleet Foxes

3. Your English Is Good - Tokyo Police Club

(click on the the first search result in the top two links and it will automatically play the song)

 Dude!  Wide Sargasso Sea ! <3

and:




                                                                            Listen!

 I am so fucking excited for Arthurian Lit!!!!!!!!

Mmm, and this ! Spike Jonze + Dave Eggers = <3

last night I was sleepin' in 
the garden of
Charged Flowers
touching every smoky bloom
& sucking on the stems
carried it into the day as 
I
am going to get my hair cut,
just the tips I think and
not anything else they are damaged
and
on the way,
well,
there is this tree
but, also
there is a man too
it's not that
the tree is a man
or
maybe the other way
not exclusively they
are both
of those things
all @ once.
rather dialectic?
well, anyway,
he (it?) asks me
where I am going,
to get my hair cut,
I say, but,
I am scared.
why?
well, the scissors 
the
terrible form and function
you cannot go back.
well, no, not really,
the roots you know, they
are always growing
s p r e a d i n g.
well, but, you can see mine,
everyone can.
it's different for you, hidden
under all that pavement.
I think, he says
that it is not the scissors but
something else, and
then I am reminded of the bus
last last night
how everyone so still sitting there
I look out to the lights can
they see them too?
but I think
they are too fixated
minding where they are
in the solar system of
each other's bodies
who they are
sitting next to and
how that scarf fits
are my nylons running and
do I want them to?
they seem to put every
emotion in
the way they arrange
the strands of their hair.
if I could wear boots I
think I would like
wearing boots, I could be
someone who wears cowboy boots
every day, but
I can't and
I don't feel the surface
I don't
orbit in anyone's solar system
I can't hear the sound.
I am going to get my hair cut,
just,
the tips I hope, and
not the roots.

I dunno.  No one reads this, but I wrote it instead of my paper...

I've lost control of the story but it's pretty good practice at least.  Maybe someday it will finally come to rest in a last reincarnation.


( O Valencia, Remix! Unfinished Part 4. )

 I'm sick as a dog, but at least I get to rock out  dizzily stagger around whenever I get up to Vitamin String Quartet's tribute to Fall Out Boy. And not take care of my 3 (!) papers...

 The Arcade Fire! OMG!

 Dude, if it's even possible, I think I just became even MORE obsessed w/ Jack's Mannequin's sound.

Meme! Comment and I'll tell you five things I associate with you. Explain them in more detail in your own journal and PERPETUATE. :D I got, Death Cab For Cutie, coffee and tea, Panic! at the Disco, insane amounts of secret!geekiness, recipe experimentation. So:

1. Yeah, I still love them. To Death. With each new CD they put out. Their CDs are so different that depending on what mood I am in, I can pick one that always fits. "A Movie Script Ending" was my first, but "Company Calls"  will probably remain my favorite.

2. Coffee and Tea.  Um, if you know me, yeah.  Do I have to say more?  I'm ADDICTED. Although, the nice thing about caffeine addiction is that if you need to stop it's easy to kick.  Like today.  I am coffee free yesterday and today! :D  Other thing people usually find out the hard way: I am EXTREMELY sensitive to caffeine. A little goes a long way in my case. D:

3. Panic! at the Disco.  Oh my god, end of an era.  Oh, and did you hear?  They officially removed the exclamation point from their name.  Entire point to like it!

4. Insane amounts of secret!geekiness.  Yeah.  Well. (Hides in a corner).

5. Recipe Experimentation: helps me figure out how to make lots of neat stuff!  Like chinese style dumplings, and udon, middle-eastern chick-peas, Mint-chocolate freddo, Creme brule freddo, milk tea, how to make a smoothie w/ the ingredients at work.  Work is my playground!

It is in the way we want to move,
animals in expanses of jungles we can't even see.
It is how Greta says "I learned how to speak, yesterday,"
And she twists her arms and her legs so
I don't have whatever it is she needs me to say.
It is like the way that this is not a conversation,
in not exchanging anything like or resembling
words we say things, but
it's not exactly like handing someone an orange, is it?

 "Hey guess what? What? I’ve learned how to talk. Great." 

Also: I am sooooooooooooooooooo sleepy and I don't know why. I can't wake up. Every time I sit down I just...fall asleep again.

 People in the 1960's were ______ . Frank O'Hara was ______ . Together they were ____ and  _____!

1. Fragmented?
2. Empty?
3. Cultural Identity!
4. Stickin'  it to The Man
5. We have our stuff, now what?
6. Pop Art!
7. Conspiracy theories abound...

 Hey, hey
Can I get your number?
They don't seem to realize that I
Can't talk straight
Can't-
C'est le eee-vair de mon tuh-et et
C'est le-
They don't seem to know what everyone else does
I am the disconnect
I
         drop my meanings
too many words
I can't
understand
the movements faces,
currents of discontent.