| Side A of the tape |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|03:28 pm] |
I am frantically writing my Harlem Renaissance paper in a hung over haze, this is my punishment for being a Yankees fan living in Philadelphia. My paper is so banal and stunted it might as well be a high school student's. One of my last sentences included the brilliant snippet, "believed them [churches] to be retarding the masses to the injustices occurring in the community." I am almost one hundred percent sure that I stole that sentence from something I read last night.
Suggestion: stop celebrating early, stay away from whiskey, and don't leave projects for the day they are due.
My poor brain. |
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| To make 2002 better: |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:56 pm] |
The Yankees win!!!!!!!!!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd the Yankees win! |
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| I outta get over... |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:44 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | heart hurty, poetry, quote, ugh | ] |
| [ | Sitting in front of a computer at |
| | 1600s | ] |
| [ | I am feeling very |
| | morose | ] |
| [ | It's in my ears |
| | can't lose - we are scientists | ] |
Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season.
-Frost |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|03:25 am] |
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You never can tell how it feels |
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| Groovy |
[Oct. 31st, 2009|06:38 pm] |
Happy Halloweenie!
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| I'll be watching you |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | art, bored, bullshit, busy, dreams, fall, lovie, music, school, silly, smoking, sports, work, you-me-everyone we know | ] |
| [ | Sitting in front of a computer at |
| | 1600s | ] |
| [ | I am feeling very |
| | geeky | ] |
| [ | It's in my ears |
| | Car (live) - Built to Spill | ] |
A day of ennui and inactivity has made me feel particularly type-happy and dreamy. I want to chase some mythical creatures through the leaves with you, though that is something you would obviously never do. We are much more adpt to discuss the benefits and failings of post modern artists, or post modernity in general...or post post modernity (ugh, the dreaded "post post"). But in a week where the Yankees have just given me the major fail, it is nice to think of fanciful misdirection and creating the most superlative of mixtapes.
My coffee cup is bottomless My ashtray is teaming Sebadoh is explemifying all that was fantastic about 90s low fi
I have not successfully crossed off a single thing on my "to do" list |
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| Hey, home run |
[Oct. 27th, 2009|02:19 pm] |
Let's Go Yankees!
Will be spending the week getting drunk off red wine with Mel and yelling profanities at those pin strips. |
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| Your face in the picture frame |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|11:34 pm] |
Magical and beautiful and using all of my senses: there are some days that the levity of grayness and dreary overcast actually makes everything sleepy and, somehow, more special.
Mediterranean food Where the Wild Things Are (the culmination of everything I wanted it to be, despite being difficult to watch at times. The amount of tears shed over "could have been's" was pretty epic) The leaves all changing at once and snowing their oranges and yellows and reds over long standing brick structures
That is how it feels. |
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| Ticket stubs and passage south |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|09:24 pm] |
My dry throat is dusty with misuse, and there is no flow of water that can ease the desert that is housed in my body. And when liquid spills over my cracked lips, a mouth that is an exact replication of the dunes of the Sonaron, it paints the neglected flesh the same color of a lunar eclipse.
And don't stand there with the audacity to act as though you are some sort of victim. |
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| Save the costs |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | nyc, sports | ] |
| [ | Sitting in front of a computer at |
| | 1600s | ] |
| [ | I am feeling very |
| | frustrated | ] |
| [ | It's in my ears |
| | another day - jimmie's chicken shack (no judgements, this album was awesome) | ] |
Come on Yankees. Seriously. |
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| 2009 for all of us: |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|12:10 am] |
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail
And so shall we all. Chin up all of us in 09, this year will be over and we can meet the new year with jaws clenched able to meet the foes the next year sees. |
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