Archive for the ‘ MUSIC ’ Category
I have been analyzing way too much 16th century poetry. So! I’m sitting around, feeling particularly fat today, thinking about things like dysjunction and dangling modifiers and wondering what people will remember from our age. What is this, anyway? The Age of Cybermen? Not yet. But we have so much of everything, and Sam Beam [ READ MORE ]
Walked all the way to class this morning only to find out that it was canceled and he never emailed us about it. Oop. So here it is, 8am, and I am walking alone through the snow, listening to Charles Aznavour. Wondering where the hell everyone else is in the campus-world. I realize that I [ READ MORE ]
Locking eyes, holding hands, Twin high maintenance machines. I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me[ READ MORE ]
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 ]
Soon it will be the 1st anniversary of my transatlantic debut. I wear my London clothes, my London perfume, London shoes, my London walk. It isn’t enough. On foreigners and finance and the future: In a discussion of IRAs and mutual funds, the Danish(?) girl in my class asked the professor a question about the “nature of hedgehog funds.” I [ READ MORE ]
1) Steven Page is/was a genius, example #1: “Pretty soon I’ll be the one you hold (at bay.) And then forever I’ll be good as gold (lamé.) I know your heart cannot be bought or sold (for much.) ‘donder maar op,’ consider yourself told– in Dutch. And we can argue ’till our throats are sore [ READ MORE ]
Just experienced my first class of my senior year. It’s hard not to feel like my future’s going to be bleak when my professor has all the tics and idiosyncrasies I’d imagined for a gay adopted son of Matthew Broderick and Dave Foley. Save for the fact that he had us compounding interest annuities in our heads at [ READ MORE ]
“Oh woman,” you’re callin’ me. I haven’t slept a wink since 1916. I wasn’t born then but sure feels time’s been tickin’… Shadows parade outside my door, I wish we were dancin’ across this old floor. Car horns honkin’ down that dirty street, I wish you were yellin’, tellin’ to wash my feet. This is [ READ MORE ]
Something I heard. I set the police “hold up” alarm off at work today by accident. Sweet fanny and zooey: I’m looking forward to finally going home in several hours. (Home-of-my-childhood home.) Even if it’s for two nights, it’s still a time to feel grounded… Don’t get me wrong, I fuckin’ love my roommate. . . [ READ MORE ]
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