Friday, July 29, 2011

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i remember last summer, i went on a mini Salinger binge, i re-read catcher in the ryefranny and zooey, and then a bunch of his short uncollected stories. i had always loved him after catcher, but franny pretty much solidified the deal. at first i didn't like zooey much, but i did when i reread it. and his short stories are beautiful and kind of tragic. he seems like a very interesting guy...

"It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to." 


~from The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger


so.... i actually went to the gym.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; 
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind; 
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be; 
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering; 
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind. 

~William Wordsworth "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

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we meet again.

can't sleep
eh. i guess i am okay with it.
if i'm still awake by 5am i think
i'll go work out at the gym
and explore my new music some more.
i got pretty hungry about 20 mintues ago
but i always feel guilty when midnight (3am?) snacking
so
i ate celery, it was pretty yummy and refreshing.
(negative calories...so...it's okay, right? right.) 

i wish i had the 'when harry met sally' dvd, totally in the mood for it. love it.

ha

Monday, July 18, 2011

it's 3:02 am
i'm watching lost in translation

reminds me of my super emo times
when i was basically an insomniac
and never slept
and my brother had these
movies
on his computer
i would watch them all the time
repeating

lost in translation was always
my favorite.

i was very happy to see it was on.

edit: after this i watched america's next top model (first season) for like three hours. thank the tv gods for marathons!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

my heart is open to you now
not out of love
or hate

but out of some
warped
perverted
desperation.

i could listen to this song forever.






oh wait, 
i already do. 

it's been kinda weird.

so here i am
sipping whiskey
listening to trance
blogging

reminds me of last summer
which is good.

the other day,
i was driving in the back seat of a car
the window rolled down
the warm air whipping my
face

and for the first time this summer
i thought
"oh, wow. it's summer."

and i enjoyed it.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

SPOLIER. kind of.



from the comic book series the last man.
super amazing, on a lot of levels.
want to re-read soon.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

traxx dance radio

daul kim. 



and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
scratched into the earth 
like a message
i've been wanting to do this post for awhile

it's really something stupid, but something i think all the time. it has to do with electronic music.


like, i hate when ppl group all the electronic genres together. i'm not trying to be a music snob, cause i probably fuck up a lot too, but i get irritated when even the obvious genres are intermixed.

this is only semi-related, but i see trance, techno, and dub step visually in my head when they are played.

techno i see as short lines one after the other, like this: - - - - ------ -
      or whatever. cause its beats sound that way.
whereas trance is like: _____________
    these long beats (the vvmp vvmp sound).
then dubstep i imagine being like those fireworks that you use and then they explode into a flower; i can't remember the name.


this probably doesn't make any sense, and i sound crazy. but. i always have these visuals when i hear music so
there you go.

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" 'I understand you had quite the little chat.'

'Yes, we did. We really did. I was in his office for around two hours, I guess.'

'What'd he say to you?'

'Oh...well, about Life being a game and all. And how you should play it according to the rules. He was pretty nice about it. I mean he didn't hit the ceiling or anything. He just kept talking about Life being a game and all. You know.'

'Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.'

'Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.'

Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it's a game, all right - I'll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's the game about? Nothing. No game."


~The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger