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| Tuesday, December 20th, 2005 | | 11:06 am |
yikes!
You are The LoversMotive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse. The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made. Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete. What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out. | | Monday, December 12th, 2005 | | 9:07 am |
| | Thursday, November 10th, 2005 | | 11:43 am |
| | Monday, October 31st, 2005 | | 11:13 am |
| | Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 | | 1:26 pm |
Music
The rules: List five songs you currently love. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they any good, but they must be five songs you are really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the songs, and the artists in your journal. 1. "Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts" by Wolf Parade To answer your first question, no I will never be tired of writing about music. The second question: no, nothing else happens in my life. [Actually, I spent the past weekend moving into a new awesome house and visiting with my awesome, wonderful friends Jennifer, Jess, and Shona. And this meme is courtesy Jennifer. *makes bringing-it-back-around hands*] I saw them open for Arcade Fire a couple of weeks ago. They were excellent, and one of the lead singers is "ugly" in that way that I find attractive (see: Dave Grohl, Jason Schwartzman, etc.) This song makes me feel nice on the inside. Also, there is a theremin-player in this band. As there should be. 2. "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge These bands name themselves out of random-three-word-sentence generators, and for that I salute them. I am crushing hardcore on someone who shall remain nameless (yeah, that one), and this song is the perfect obsessive soundtrack to really wanting to fuck someone. Bad. 3. "Seaglopur" by Sigur Ros Why doesn't that look like a real word? Oh, yeah, because it isn't. I know this is hard to believe, but Madden played this on his show on Live 105 last night. (Also, he makes me happier and happier every time I listen to his Radio Disaster.) I listened to this song as I brushed my teeth. I was wearing my warm, fuzzy bathrobe and a pair of soft socks. I am moved into my new house. I have two cats. All of these things are relevant. This song is like purring in a cozy little home of your own. 4. "Helena" by My Chemical Romance Jesus, this is embarrassing. Okay. I cannot justify this, but it can't be any more embarrassing than my love of goddamn Fall Out Boy. Yeah. I find the lead singer sexy. And I know this is D & DEmo. Yes yes yes yes and! I like when he goes, "When both our cars collide." That's all I've got. 5. "Precious" by Depeche Mode For my birthday, me and Abra and Dani are going to see Depeche Mode and it is going to be soooooo awesome and I cannot wait and I am sooooo excited. Additionally, this single exemplifies the best of DM: the maudlin, overblown lyrics; the expansive production; the sexy sexy beat. Love love love it! | | Monday, September 19th, 2005 | | 9:37 am |
"Call Meme!"
Wait, who was in the car with me when I saw that? (Note: that is not a part of the meme.) Okay: Reply to this post and 1. I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. (not really) Please. | | Sunday, September 11th, 2005 | | 9:12 am |
| | Friday, September 2nd, 2005 | | 11:37 am |
Eighteenth century capering!
vocabscrophulous - archaic spelling of scrofulous - literally, tumorous; figuratively, morally contaminated ex. - "I was offended by the scrofulous woman who didn't want her tumor removed in that fat-phobic episode of House- which, incidentally, airs on the scrofulous Fox Network!" extirpating - destroying completely ex. - "After they extirpated the minibar, the young ladies extirpated the entire hotel room, moved the afterparty into the lobby, and subsequently lost consciousness between the decorative fountain and the grand piano." caviling - raising trivial objections ex. - "When my boss mentioned that my plan was not feasible, both in terms of logistics and because it made absolutely zero sense to hold the luncheon for the conference in the Saint Francis instead of the break room upstairs, I looked her dead in the eye, saying, 'Why you cavilin', Bitch?'" redound - to overflow ex. - "The potential awkwardness of my redounding affection became apparent as I hugged my coworker two beats longer than was necessary. As we stood in line for the restroom." impute - to attribute ex. - "Though I impute [name redacted]'s redounding affection to her lack of social skills, I nevertheless posit, 'Bitch crazy!'" Bands who take their names from eighteenth-century English poetry and prose [and their genres]Priest-craft [death metal] The Nominal Trinitarians [alt-folk] The Real Trinitarians [alt-folk/bluegrass] Popery and the Schismatics [Irish neo-ironic punk] Spirit of Enthusiasm ["inspirational" "pop"] Fire and Faggot [queercore] I Must Go to Jesus [indiemo] Pot Shall Clink [rap-rock/"raggae"] Thrum [ambient] Zing!"For, pray what would become of the Race of Men in the next Age, if we had nothing to trust besides the Scrophulous consumptive Productions furnished by our Men of Wit and Pleasure, when having squandered away their Vigor, Health and Estates, they are forced by some disagreeable Marriage to piece up their broken Fortunes, and entail Rottenness and Politeness on their Posterity." [ BibliographyBunyan, John. Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners. [London?], 1666. Defoe, Daniel. The Shortest-Way with the Dissenters: Or Proposals for the Establishment of the Church. [London?]: 1702. "The King's Last Farewell to the World, Or The Dead King's Living Meditations, at the Approach of Death Denounced Against Him." 1649. Swift, Jonathan. "An Argument to Prove That the Abolishing of Christianity in England, May as Things Now Stand, Be Attended with Some Inconveniencies, and Perhaps Not Produce Those Many Good Effects Proposed Thereby." Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. [London?], 1711. "The World Is Turned Upside Down." 1646.] | | Thursday, August 25th, 2005 | | 3:59 pm |
lazy!
places you've lived meme: Philo, California Oakland, California [God, I am ever-so-tired.] | | Wednesday, August 17th, 2005 | | 2:54 pm |
a birthday idea!
God, I know; I am four hundred years early on this one. The problem, though, is that I want this so bad, and I don't have the extra monies with which to purchase it before it goes off sale. A good place to ship it if you want it to come to me directly would be the library. At the college. Where I work. "Hint" "hint." (Also, there aren't enough quotes in existence to properly express how uncool it was to type that.) *is deeply ashamed of self* | | Wednesday, July 20th, 2005 | | 1:26 pm |
| | Tuesday, July 5th, 2005 | | 4:28 pm |
nana_b's celebrity meme
T  says: Jason Segal the geekiest of the freaks. so pitiful and so stoned. it's hard to find a good photo of him [ editor's note: true dat!], you have to see him in action. ew, i kinda just grossed myself out there. ( more behind cut! ) | | Thursday, June 30th, 2005 | | 11:47 am |
| | Wednesday, June 29th, 2005 | | 11:01 am |
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| | Monday, June 27th, 2005 | | 4:03 pm |
"I'm fourteen."
I had just finished my run and was crossing the park slowly to go back to my sister's house. A boy was approaching the path at the same time. We exchanged hellos, and then he slowed to my pace to talk.
He was playing with his cell phone, which he showed me. "Do you like my phone?"
"Yeah, it's pretty cool. Is it new?"
"Sort of. Here's a picture of my dad."
He showed me a photo of a blurry youngish-middle-aged man. He shut the phone and then shut it off.
"I have to turn the phone off. It doesn't hold the charge for long. I have it for emergencies. Like, if someone tries to kidnap me, I can call those guys." He pointed to a police car that was circling the park.
"I can call regular numbers too. One time I tried to call someone and the phone said I didn't have service, but I do.
"My mom said I could come to the park again. I already been out here this morning. Her friend Brian is visiting. He drove a long ways to see her."
We passed some twenty-something guys playing basketball. "Those guys are playing some good basketball," he said. "Basketball is good once you get used to it."
I asked him what his favorite sport was. "Baseball." Favorite team? "The Rivercats."
He jumped in a puddle: "I don't know why I like to jump in mudpuddles."
"Because it's fun?" I asked.
"Have you ever seen the Rivercats?"
"Oh, I'm not from here; I'm just in town for the weekend for a wedding."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to my sister's house."
"How old is your sister?"
I think for a minute. "28."
"That's way older than me. I'm fourteen. My birthday is December 17th."
I tell him that that is my friend's birthday.
"I'm a Saggitarius," he tells me.
"I'm a Scorpio," I say.We get to the end of the park.
"Well, I'm not going to go with you." He meant to my sister's house. "'Cause I don't feel like it."
He said goodbye and to have a good day. I said, "You too" and "take care." | | Friday, June 24th, 2005 | | 11:23 am |
Chi- (or Shark-) Town Rashomon
Before I begin, I must thank maeve66 and her family for their generous hosting of my trip to Chicago. I could not have had such an awesome trip without your generous guidance, foodstuffs, housing, digital cable, taxiing, John Updike short-story-lending, and El-carding! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Special thanks to maeve66 for suggesting the trip in the first place. Also, thanks to r. and E. and C. for meeting me in the great city. I had fun going to temple and Ann Sathers with one of you and going to Ra's Al Ghul (note: not actual name of Ethiopian Restaurant; rather: Batman villain) and playing Apples to Apples with the other two of you. (You know who you are.)
Now.
( I fucking adore Chicago! ) | | Friday, June 10th, 2005 | | 9:30 am |
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
So, some jackhole was driving erratically on the road this morning. Oh, wait, that was me. Anyway, after inserting the CD I was searching for, I looked up and a van was stopping in the middle of the street, as you do on 14th Ave.
However, I started giggling, because the van was for a business called "Poon's". And I am an adolescent boy. With no respect for other cultures.
In my defense, I believe that this was not a real business. And here's why? What service does "Poon's" allegedly provide?
( punchline behind cut ) | | Tuesday, May 24th, 2005 | | 9:58 am |
Book Census and Survey Meme
That is perhaps the most boring, off-putting meme title I've ever read.
1. Total number of books owned?
All right. I have no fucking clue. How about 300? Does that sound reasonable? Ish? I don't have most of them with me. Most are in storage in a barn on my parents' farm. I'm actually trying to get rid of books right now, but I tend to get replacey, especially when people donate books to the library that we already have (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers) or when we have to weed out copies of books that are falling apart (La vagabonde by Colette).
( more behind cut ) | | Thursday, May 19th, 2005 | | 9:07 am |
Summer reading: Goest by Cole Swensen
excerpt from Goest:
What the Ventriloquists Said
amid the growing craze for automatons
The voice within the device that moves is not
(as if nothing human
could be quite that moving) My precious edgling: though
some
believe
the answers be given by a man concealed,
these are speaking machines.
They were risking their lives.
Usually a woman or a child, who woke up inside the oracle,
who swallowed the burning oil, and who forces the idols to speak?
Though when the bishop Theophilus
broke open the statues at Alexandria, he found them hollow
it does not necessarily follow that
The penalty for trickery was death.
Such is the wealth of belief.
Behind a finely painted sheet of shell
a voice unlatched surrounds the world. (Swensen 40)
The first poem in this collection is prose, and it threw me off. But the back blurbs were by Lyn Hejinian and Anne Waldman, and I'm easily persuaded to stick around and at least try to get it. I found myself pulled in first by the first "Five Landscapes," which I had to read repeatedly to start to understand. It was worth that time and energy. The entire book is very visual, describing, variously, sculptures, landscapes, and inventions. I especially liked the middle section, entitled "A History of the Incandescent."
So, I liked the poetry in the book, and I found the ideas (which can't exactly be separated from the poetry) sticking in my head. Like, for instance, that if one doesn't receive the thirty-second blank phone call on the answering machine, one might have to call someone else to leave it. Or perhaps new vocab word "solmify" (she lists "to solmizate" as the infinitive, though OED lists "to solfa"). (Swensen defines it as a transitive verb: "to sing any object into place" (7).) Any of the inventions poems will blow your mind (feel free to read that in my "*blow your mind*" voice). I particularly like the above poem, "What the Ventriloquists Said" and "The Invention of Streetlights."
I recommend this book to those who enjoy the work of Barbara Guest (like maybe Miniatures and Other Poems) and it's go in/quiet illuminated/grass land by Leslie Scalapino. Or, anyone who is interested in enjoying the work of the aforementioned poets.
Works Cited
Guest, Barbara. Miniatures and Other Poems. Middletown, Conn.: Wesleyan University Press, 2002.
Scalapino, Leslie. it's go in/quiet illuminated/grass land. Sausalito, Calif.: Post-Apollo Press,
2002.
Swensen, Cole. Goest. Farmington, Maine: Alice James Books, 2004. |
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