October 2009
87 posts
Something strange and good is happening.
I am at recording school, as I’ve mentioned before, and it’s already having a profound effect on me. Not only do I know an ass-load more about recording than I did before—I could run a recording studio right now if put into one—but I also feel way more excited about making music. There is nothing more frustrating than not being able to control something that you’re...
Aw, shucks.
magnoliasurgeon:
Since I no longer have a laptop at my disposal, I rarely have the opportunity to peruse your blogs. This is a good thing for the most part as I was spending far too much time on the internet and not nearly enough time in the real world. The social circle I’ve been building here in Portland is widening and with it, my contentedness at my life and the company I’m keeping.
But...
I'm really, really glad I decided not to go to...
It’s hard to put into words exactly why. But I just imagine myself in college, and I already know I’d be miserable. I don’t want to study all day through the week and spend the weekends getting shit-faced for four years. I understand the path I’m taking will require a lot of hard work to get where I want to be. But I’d rather work incredibly hard at something 100%...
hennypotter:
i made a bet.i’m about to google. but maybe one of you know?
does it cost to turn on and off a light? not the time it’s on, but the actual flipping on and off? would it be better to turn off the light in a room when you’re not in it, and turn it on and off and on and off whenever you go in……or just leave it on?
It doesn’t use up any electricity to turn off a light....
I slept through three alarms this morning.
THREE. And guess what! I had 9 hours of sleep. I missed the first lecture of the day. This is the second lecture I’ve missed, and it’s only the third day of recording school. This is fucked up. Why can’t I wake up? I always kind of wake up, then dream that I get out of bed and go to class. After I dream this, I feel satisfied, and fall into an even deeper sleep. So why do I...
Facebook keeping profiles of the dead
darkegreen:
Associated Press— Death doesn’t erase the online footprints that people leave in life and Facebook won’t either, though it will make some changes.
The five-year-old social network will “memorialize” profiles of the dead if their friends or family request it.
Such accounts aren’t new, but Facebook reminded visitors of their availability in a blog post this week.
Memorialized...
I respect kindness to human beings first of all, and kindness to animals. I...
– Brendan Behan
Today I went for a long drive. I didn’t have any destination in mind—all I knew was that I wanted to be as far away from civilization as possible. I knew I couldn’t drive to the Great Plains or anything. I just wanted to get away from civilization as quickly as possible, within reason. I’ve had a terrible desire to be isolated from society for some time now, and I’m...
Currently reading:
The Story of B by Daniel Quinn (for the third time, Paddy’s Lament by Thomas Gallagher, and Lame Deer: Seeker of Visions by Richard Erdoes/John Fire (Lame Deer)…
Maybe I’ll finish all of these. I’m rediscovering my love of books.
O the prickly bush, the prickly bush, It pricked...
It's funny...
The more I stay away from the computer, the more alive I feel.
Tonight.
Tonight I drank lots of whiskey and smoked many cigarettes. I refused to buy a seventeen year old girl alcohol. She argued “But I’ll makeout with you if you buy me a drink!”, and I told her “No can do.” — this felt profoundly good. Not that I would normally do otherwise. I don’t know. My point is this: if you have braces and are wearing jean short-shorts,...
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker! You’re too late to get your supper!
Every night before I go to bed, I think about a place I’ve never visited that could or could not exist. I convince myself that it does exist, and then I think about it some more. A place off the radar, in an industrial district, obscured by the vast expanse of railroad tracks, factories, and warehouses that surround it. I convince myself it exists because I need it to exist. Since I was...
touching
vicpav:
There are several medical studies that make claims about the importance of physical touching and closeness. For infants, there is a positive correlation between touching and the things you would usually assume—communication skills, emotional developing—but there’s also a connection between physical closeness between parent and child, and the baby’s physical development. Similarly, when a...
Just Kidding
I am not making a new tumblr. I am too lazy.
restlessness (or, why do I still feel like a...
watersigninstincts:
colinweaver:
I hate this feeling. It’s always there, and however slight it’s presence is, it’s always still a presence and I’m always acutely aware of it. Normally I can shrug it off or distract myself with my favorite semi-boring pastimes, like going to the coffeehouse, reading, going for a drive, meeting up with friends—but there are also times, like right now, when it’s...
i heard they made a book out of that 'where the...
(via bringtheruckuss)
restlessness (or, why do I still feel like a...
I hate this feeling. It’s always there, and however slight its presence is, it’s always still a presence and I’m always acutely aware of it. Normally I can shrug it off or distract myself with my favorite semi-boring pastimes, like going to the coffeehouse, reading, going for a drive, meeting up with friends—but there are also times, like right now, when it’s just...
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I feel it pounding tirelessly sometimes harsh and exasperated like a prim old fashioned mother figure rotund with hands on waist, toes tapping— what am I doing? she wants to know, with my life, so many years I’ve spent in my cautionary tradition, putting a toe in the water then neglecting to climb in, “just jump in and you’ll get used it” I know, but I am not...
My dashboard is way too clogged...
I am following 255 people. Most of them either post too much or not at all. I just wish I had the energy to go through all of the people I’m following and see which ones are reblog-addicts and which ones aren’t. I’m fine with reblogging—I think it’s a great feature to this site—but I have no interest in following blogs comprised purely of reblogs. And,...
No matter how hard I try to be nice,
my kindness is usually met with rudeness, or at the very least, indifference. I want to say that I understand—someone who cuts me off on the freeway might be having an awful day or be in a terrible hurry, someone who glares at me when I say “thank you” might despise their job, et cetera—but I still don’t really understand. And I like to think I am pretty good at...
Blank Page
jesuisperdu:
What’s a ‘Blank Page?’ A blog that is a collection of art and writing made to celebrate the creativity it takes to make a blank page, canvas or screen come to life. They are online for the time being and plan to have a publication out early next year. Check it out here.
Interested in submitting to Blank Page? It’s not too late. The deadline for submissions for the next online...