My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-27) →
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (5) Violent Femmes (4) Pixies (4) The Black Keys (3) The Smiths (3) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.– Lewis Carroll
Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,...– Albert Einstein (via emilaaaine)
Dear Doctor - The Rolling Stones
Oh help me, please mama, I’m sick’ning It’s today that’s the day of the plunge Oh the gal I’m to marry Is a bow-legged sow! I’ve been soakin’ up drink like a sponge “Don’t ya worry, get dressed,” cried my mother As she plied me with bourbon so sour Pull your socks up, put your suit on Comb your long hair down! For you will be wed in the...
What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.– Ralph Waldo Emerson
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-20) →
Violent Femmes (14) Billie Holiday (4) The Magnetic Fields (4) White Rabbits (4) Elliott Smith (4) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Goddammit, if there's anything in this world I...
Haha, alright you got me. That was a tough one.
No, really. The whole meaning of life and existentialism thing— it really puzzled me. It was a tough nut to crack. I have to admit, you bested me— after all these years, still at a loss and scratching my head. I give up. What’s the answer? Seriously, I like a good riddle like anyone else but this is ridiculous. You have to give up the solution once the question gets stale....
Di rigori armato il seno
Di rigori armato il seno Contro amor mi ribellai ma fui vinto in un baleno in mirar due vaghi rai. Ma fui vinto in un baleno in mirar due vaghi rai. Ahi! che resiste puoco a stral di fuoco cor di gelo di fuoco a stral. With severity my breast was armed and I rebelled against love when with one stroke I was slain on seeing two lovely eyes. With one stroke I was slain on seeing two...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-13) →
The Black Keys (20) Mazzy Star (9) Sleater-Kinney (5) Elvis Presley (5) Yann Tiersen (5) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
What gave me insomnia last night.
All I write amounts to sand. Each passage represents a miniscule fragment of a thought, one facet of a nebulous cognizant explosion. Words have the audacity to shrink our ideas, squeeze and contort them to fit into these immobile, arbitrary symbols: A, B, C, D, E… Spoken, the symbols are once more translated— to this sound or that, into our languages, then our voices, our...
This is how it is.
Idling in thought lends the lead to the action-takers. Are thinkers too idle? Life, living, is for the action-takers— the actors. When are we not playing some part, of who we are expected to be by others or who we want ourselves to be? When are we not acting? When do our actions fully embody ourselves, so much so that we can say that: I am not acting, this voice is my own, these hands...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-6) →
Joy Division (36) Elliott Smith (27) DeVotchKa (25) Yann Tiersen (16) Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (12) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
I want to work sixty hours a week, nights and weekends, lose myself in monotony, dedication, productivity. I want no free time, because free time means the pressure of filling time: social calls, hobbies, and cultural betterment. Other times I want to shut off my phone and cancel my internet account so I can read all the books in my apartment I haven’t read, draw on all the blank pages of...