A body wishes to be held, & held, & what / Can you do about that?
HONORS COLLEGE TYPES: when in the course of human events it comes to the point where one turns out to have graduated from college an astonishing five years ago, one's thoughts turn to the idea of a five year reunion. Were some kind of event to happen in Jupiter, say, around New Year's and the normal alumni thing that goes on then -- which, I might point out, conveniently places it at ~5 years for both the '03 and '04 classes -- would anyone be interested? And if so, in doing what? Drinks? Food? Arson? Talk to me.
Hella random melange of music:
[+] The National - Apartment Story - sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave (this entire album, Boxer, is heartstoppingly fantastic)
[+] M.I.A. - Paper Planes - all I wanna do is:
[+] Felice Brothers - Frankie's Gun [via amerella] - sort of Dylany in a charming way
[+] M. Ward - Undertaker - the sky goes on forever in a symphony of song
[+] Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma - Overhyped? Maybe. Catchy? Hells yes.
[+] St. Vincent - Now Now - she named this album, Marry Me, after the Arrested Development quote. True story!
[+] Augie March - One Crowded Hour - they put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
[+] M.I.A. f. Timbaland - Come Around - what's up? holla!
[+] The National - Fake Empire - stay out super late tonight, picking apples, making pies, put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
All of the above, zipped.
DULL PICTURES INC. Seriously, I took these for my mom, ha.
I've been collecting postcards everywhere I go since I was in high school, and I seem to have finally found an adult way to display them! .... five down, ten katrillion to go. (Also too bad I bought this frame on clearance like two years ago, so probably can never get any more.)
For the record: Pigeons in Piazza San Marco, Venice; spring, the statehouse, Boston; within this wodden O, the Globe Theatre, London; Mary Poppins rooftops, London; orange sunset, South Carolina.
This isn't at all good without a before picture, but this used to be the corner of my room where garbage went to die, and featured a dusty TV I hadn't watched in a year and a half, and like 42 H&M bags. Now it has a trunk full of quilts and cedar chips, and all the sewing accoutrements I never use, all in one place!
And oh, hey, guess what, my computer cord SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED. Luckily Apple hastily sent me a new one.
[cameo, for them who care about these things: RUSSIAN TO A PARTY]
This weekend I'm going to Texas to see cheapmetaphor! Yaaaaaaayyyy!!! IT WILL BE SO AWESOME THEY WILL WRITE BOOKS ABOUT IT.
Hella random melange of music:
[+] The National - Apartment Story - sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave (this entire album, Boxer, is heartstoppingly fantastic)
[+] M.I.A. - Paper Planes - all I wanna do is:
[+] Felice Brothers - Frankie's Gun [via amerella] - sort of Dylany in a charming way
[+] M. Ward - Undertaker - the sky goes on forever in a symphony of song
[+] Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma - Overhyped? Maybe. Catchy? Hells yes.
[+] St. Vincent - Now Now - she named this album, Marry Me, after the Arrested Development quote. True story!
[+] Augie March - One Crowded Hour - they put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
[+] M.I.A. f. Timbaland - Come Around - what's up? holla!
[+] The National - Fake Empire - stay out super late tonight, picking apples, making pies, put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
All of the above, zipped.
DULL PICTURES INC. Seriously, I took these for my mom, ha.
I've been collecting postcards everywhere I go since I was in high school, and I seem to have finally found an adult way to display them! .... five down, ten katrillion to go. (Also too bad I bought this frame on clearance like two years ago, so probably can never get any more.)
For the record: Pigeons in Piazza San Marco, Venice; spring, the statehouse, Boston; within this wodden O, the Globe Theatre, London; Mary Poppins rooftops, London; orange sunset, South Carolina.
This isn't at all good without a before picture, but this used to be the corner of my room where garbage went to die, and featured a dusty TV I hadn't watched in a year and a half, and like 42 H&M bags. Now it has a trunk full of quilts and cedar chips, and all the sewing accoutrements I never use, all in one place!
And oh, hey, guess what, my computer cord SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED. Luckily Apple hastily sent me a new one.
[cameo, for them who care about these things: RUSSIAN TO A PARTY]
This weekend I'm going to Texas to see cheapmetaphor! Yaaaaaaayyyy!!! IT WILL BE SO AWESOME THEY WILL WRITE BOOKS ABOUT IT.