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My morning playlist: “Wait it Out” Imogen Heap, “Sleepyhead” Passion Pit, “The Trapeze Swinger” Iron and Wine, “You Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground” Mayday Parade, “Answering Bell” Ryan Adams, “Changed by You” Between the Trees, “Colorblind” Counting Crows, “Red Wine Lips” Lisa Mitchell, “Fast Car” Tracy Chapman, “Everybody Knows” Ryan Adams, “The Cave” Mumford & Sons, “Love, Love, Love” As Tall As Lions, “This Year’s Love” David Gray, “Jesus Christ” Brand New, “On My Lips” Kimbra.
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“Sometimes you lie in a strange room, in a strange person’s home, and you feel yourself bending out of shape. Melting, touching something hot, something that warps you in a drastic and probably irreversible ways you won’t get to take stock of until it’s too late.” –Rob Sheffield
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“How do you pretend not to know about it after you see it? How do you go on acting like you don’t need it? How do you even the score and walk off a free man? You can’t…I was awed and ruined by this knowledge.” – Rob Sheffield
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Like the ‘Allegory of the Cave’. Which I think about often, way too often.
http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/platoscave.html
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“Ann Wilson? Love her! Nancy Wilson? Like her lots! The album cover where they’re wearing capes and feeding goats on the pastures of their own mystical Salisbury Plain? I’m so there!” –Rob Sheffield
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Yesterday at the museum there were two ladies at lunch with the exact same hair do. I wanted to ask them if they fixed each other’s hair that morning. Both looked they had stuck their finger’s in light sockets. It was like watching a car crash, it was terrible, but I couldn’t look away. I was fascinated. Truly fascinated. How judgmental of me.
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How does the ‘g’ in judgmental still make a “juh” sound when there is no ‘e’ following it?
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“The words “douche” and “bag” never coupled as passionately as they did in the person of my thirteen year old self. My body, my brain..but most of all my soul,-- these formed the waterbed where douchitude and bagness made love sweet love with all the feral intensity of Burt Reynolds and Rachel Ward in ‘Sharky’s Machine’.” –Rob Sheffield
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I was wondering why it was so dim in here, and then I took off my sunglasses.
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This is fumazing: http://www.streetartutopia.com/
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There was another that made me smile in all its innocence and purity. Two young boys, I would say about 4th grade, were at the museum with their family. There was one painting in the exhibit that depicted a pregnant naked Mona Lisa. The boys hid behind the corner and kept looking, pointing, laughing, and turning red. A naked woman’s body was still a new a fascinating thing to them. Like a secret yet to be revealed. It was beautiful as awkward as it was. I love admiring the moments of youth before kids are numb to the world. Before they’ve watched porn, and viewed all the naked female possibilities of the world. The first glimpses of new and forbidden things.
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“You lose a certain kind of innocence when you experience this type of kindness. You lose your right to be a jaded cynic. You can no longer go back through the looking glass and pretend not to know about kindness…I had no idea how to live up to that kindness…Human benevolence is totally unfair. We don’t live in a kind or generous world, yet we are kind and generous. We know the universe is out to burn us, but we don’t burn each other, not always. We are kind people in an unkind world.”
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I only have this one life.
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Whom Alert-
An alert that is called when one is trying to sound smarter than they really are. In more severe cases, a whence alert may be necessary.
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To be in a bathroom in one’s dream depicts one’s need for privacy; your need for time where you are not always considering what others want or need from you.
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Some things are just too pretty to use, I would most definitely try to eat these:
http://theyorkshiresoapcompany.co.uk/en/content/6-handmade-by-us
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What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
— John Steinbeck
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Enough for now. More later.
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