Literature is a kind of collective body and common spirit, a living unity of the heart which reflects the growing spiritual unity of mankind.Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.JD Salinger
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this is the reason why i will be entirely useless at work today. i think my boss will forgive me, because she was there too.
WTF? - OK Go
Waiting for the Rain (via Bunnyrel)
this is adorable and i know nothing about this person other than their adorable pictures
on new jersey
(way over yonder in the minor key - i spent those first nights chasing a comfortable position and he was so fast)
the heat leaves us wilting like dali dreamtrip clocks, slinking sludgy across campus, i’m on a goo goo dolls rampage dissecting dizzy up the girl.
having just finished the brief wondrous life of oscar wao, i have new jersey on the brain. jersey is beautiful, always liked it, uncle jimmy’s wife said. uncle jimmy who was uncle james and aunt esther’s son (so naturally he was dark, looks mexican, mom said. new mexican is not mexican but can hold the same deserty poverty not abject but miserably oscillating). uncle jimmy whose son looks like heath ledger circa 10 things i hate about you - RIP the joker genius who gave me my first nightmare since i was nine. (i gave up on nightmares after we moved to indiana - without the san diego sun my head had nothing to juxtapose).
i don’t like new jersey, which is not to say my heart does not thrum and quiver along to the boss’ melodies and poetry since i was an accidental sea monkey inside my mama, but only the asphalt canals of the garden state parkway and the protected dunes violated by boardwalk operations and only rows of cute little houses, interesting in their detail but only differing in pastel hues, only they can produce the boss. neighboring NY and PA do not look so different but it is In The Air, not something you feel in the three-lanes-either-way treefringed highways of the rest of the middle atlantic.
a child of both coasts has no business dreaming of her country’s nether regions. but, oh i seethed inside for the south. just get me to new orleans is the tom waits refrain i possessed.
(chinese food and whiskey sours are a bad idea. chr was hospitalized after edi broke up with him. it’s a good thing it’s dark because that water is Dirty. are those monopoly pieces? kur is a good prom date - we talked about destino. this money is going straight to my coke fund and people are afraid to merge on the freeways - that’s not just LA although it’s kind of noticeable here. here it’s mostly the kids that are nervous. i’m ready for the rougher stuff.)
they should dub the mario galaxy soundtrack over with lotus’ live set over NYE at the electric factory. i’m just saying.
on peppers being fruits
duh, because they have seeds and that’s what fruits do. for whatever reason it’s weird to hear about things that make sense sometimes. ex. it’s 68 degrees in new orleans right now. as a relatively new new orleanian, what the fuck am i supposed to do with that? not be surprised? as if i didn’t know it would be warmer here? of course i did. knowing 68 degrees in january is not the same as feeling 68 degrees in january. i’m actually getting freckles, which is, naturally, the sign of springtime. people are tanning, and it’s january, and it is so glorious. why should i be so incredulous when this is half the reason i moved here?
re: vampire weekend songs are frequently located in new england and are occasionally about winter. and they are so appropriate for the weather outside, the atmosphere, and not the barometric pressure although probably that too. that is the power of the overall sense of something. vampire weekend songs sound warm to me. peppers feel like vegetables. they aren’t.
