Some days I start planning my escape. I'll pack everything that fits into five boxes, ditch the furniture at someone's storage shed, and take off to San Francisco. I won't have to buy another car; I can use a trolley or a bike to get across the city. There are hundreds of holes-in-the wall breakfast inns. Thousands of job opportunities. Yes, it's ( Read more... )

A chapter or two away from finishing K2: Life and Death on the World's Most Dangerous Mountain by Ed Viesturs and David Roberts, and I'm wishing it didn't have an ending. I love it when you find books where you just want to preserve the moment where your focus is arrested by a tale; where you want to simultaneously re-read the last 50 pages to ( Read more... )

They pulled Gotye out of the line-up? No official word on why it was yoinked. Everyone else is as baffled as I am. "WTF??? GOTYE, WHERE YOU AT?? Did they cancel -___- ?" etc. Florence is still game ( Read more... )

Cut right middle finger badly. May need stitches. Giving it a trial run right now. Was opening can of chicken soup to feed to little sister. I lost the battle. Now learning to get by with left hand as right must be elevated ( Read more... )

Adele Cover Songs

I found that she likes to do covers at her live performances. Found an album's worth. Bob Dylan, to Etta James, to The Strokes. Hail, Youtube!

I'm not intending to offend anyone, but in a few minutes, I'm effectively doing a clean-sweep of my "Friends" list. This is one of those background, underlying topics that I have an issue with ( Read more... )

I'm moving out. It's daunting how little I have to take with me. Checklists are the key and familial drama is underway. Have a two month window to get a lot of shit done and settle down. I've stopped four times and asked myself, "What the fuck am I doing? What am I going to do?" I've also acknowledged that I'm stubborn, and don't like half-measures ( Read more... )

 
( manga, up to c404 )

BD Essay time:

The Plaguing Stalemate a Single Love Song Conveyed

To subvert the irony displayed in the title alone of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, one may need to grasp that the lyrical poet would prefer to speak of love to a woman--if but to thread pride into his meek hubris--yet he does not particularly care to do so. It is ( Read more... )

I.

It had started with Ichihara Yuuko acknowledging that Watanuki Kimihiro’s prosperous future was no longer at the behest of her hands.

II.

When Doumeki Shizuka came to inquire as to why this situation was out of her grasp when she had proven herself to be the connecting vector to all pathways, no matter what the layering of ( Read more... )