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Okay, so Joanna Newsom is not a friend of mine, but this is freakin’ gorgeous and I shall liberally copy and paste as I am wont to do. Somehow, this slipped past my nets. ========================================== Excerpt from ‘Autumn’ To cast myself out, over the water, riven like a wishbone. You’d hardly guess I was my own [ READ MORE ]
I’m supposed to be: writing 2 article reports, a 10-essay midterm, and finance homework, on top of studying for my strat exam. Instead, I am: drinking coffee and thinking about how my upper lip still tastes like the sandwich I just finished. No more sandwich left. Sad. THE OTHER DAY: I flipped open the wet book [ READ MORE ]
A] Things open for a two-way monologue I’m still trying to collect my thoughts from the Joanna Newsom show on Thursday night. Yes, it’s now Saturday afternoon, I know. Courtesy of my memory and setlist.fm, the Town Hall set list looked a little something like this: Jackrabbits Have One on Me Easy Soft As Chalk Inflammatory [ READ MORE ]
Holy fuck, what a week it’s been. More Joanna Newsom, and a few HOOM remarks: 1) I just realized that the songs I’m not as fond as of are presumably about Bill Callahan… “No Provenance” and “Go Long” et cetera? Peculiar. 2) Definitely wrote off ”Jackrabbits” too soon. It’s really lovely. The repetitive nature sort of brings “Cosmia” to mind, [ READ MORE ]
Okay, strike my predictions… It didn’t take me three years. It didn’t even take me three days. I positively adore Have One on Me, particularly disc #1. Guhhh. (Wanna bet my last.fm is going crazy? It is.) The songs give me chills, they make me cry, they make me smile. Even if I’m not doing [ READ MORE ]
My review of Joanna Newsom's Have One on Me[ READ MORE ]
But it’s late in the day, and you’re well on your way. What was golden went gray and I’m suddenly shy. Try a little levity. Of all the dilemmas to resolve and questions to ask and things to gush about, perhaps cupcakes are an unusual choice. However– and most importantly– Butter Lane Cupcakes (off St. Mark’s) understands the [ READ MORE ]
1) Another fail-proof marker of time abroad: I miss my Shakespeare anthology. Yes, it was bigger than a Bible and it smelled like an old lady only fed her cats cabbage, but it cost 5 quid. It survived the trials of Tiddy’s class with me. I went looking for it last night before I remembered that I [ READ MORE ]
Instead of going to see Zac Efron and Claire Danes standing around Leicester Square today, I figured a good pick-me-up would be to scan my YouTube Favorites list. 145 videos of “quality entertainment” for me to occupy my time with. (Normally, Wednesdays are spent coping with a hangover from the New Cross Inn and trudging to the library.) [ READ MORE ]
It is not the living, it is the being lived on. Work life collided with previous life this morning. Thought I’d faint. As Edward Gorey illustrated in Amphigorey Also, “I keep forgetting that everything you say is connected.” PLUS more doods asked if I was married with kids yet. One of them told me this joke, relevant at the [ READ MORE ]
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