"Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them."
— Dream for an Insomniac (via slowdancing)
Reblogged from nope.
Anyone who knows me and the odd way I eat a bowl of cereal knows that I NEED this.
I LOVE this.
GUH. I could watch this for dayyysss.
I always get emotional with this song because it reminds me of the best friend and I a few years ago driving home from some random adventures in the middle of the night.
Guys, I cried while I watched this, sitting on my couch in a dark house as my family napped.
“All My Friends”
Live at MSG, 4/2/2011
The video doesn’t get across the incredible energy in the room during this song. It was magical; one of the best things I’ve ever seen at a show of any size. The entire arena was flipping out, totally lost in memory and emotion and physical movement. Just as Scott Plagenhoef predicted, everyone lost it when Murphy sang “to tell you the truth, this could be the last time.”
Reblogged from [mini] Prestige Format.
Well I’ve been afraid of changing,
Cause I’ve built my life around you.
I heard that Glee this week did a version of one of my all-time favorite songs, Landslide. Though I am not a fan of the show and it’s incessant need to overuse auto-tune, I checked out their version and it’s still beautiful. Of course, I would more so contribute that to the brilliance of the song considering every interpretation I’ve heard of the Fleetwood Mac hit is wonderful in it’s own way. Yes, that includes everything from The Smashing Pumpkins version to The Dixie Chicks one. But once again, the brilliance of the song.
I digress. What I found interesting is how this song I’ve loved for so long speaks to me now, at this moment. I’m sure it’s common knowledge now that the relationship I’ve been celebrating for the past year and a half is no longer. I wont go into the details of why on such a public forum, however a lot of the reasons and emotions behind my actions are woven into these lyrics. Sometimes love doesn’t give you what you expect, and sometimes what you build with someone can cause your reflection to become unfamiliar to you. By no fault of anyone but myself, my life plans have fallen by the wayside in the last few years to make room for relationships that I grew into and not from. I’m looking forward to progressing toward the woman I want to be, and taking enough from these experiences to not make this mistake again in future relationships.
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I’m scared as hell, to be honest, but I suppose from that we grow.
Today was bliss. One of my closest friends is going to school to become a massage therapist and requested that I let her practice on me. Having never had a massage before, I jump at the opportunity. So she drove up from San Diego with all her gear and got started. It was, in a word, orgasmic. Same toes-tingling sort of feeling. Afterward, we grabbed drinks at Downtown Disney and caught up. My days off keep getting exponentially better.
I got Bounty Hunter. Does this mean I can drive the Slave 1 now?
Star Wars Occupational Flow Chart. For everyone still trying to decide what to do after college
I’m a Jedi Knight. I swear
Reblogged from Don't Postpone Joy.
I had to pull out all my records today so I could dust and clean them.
Two thoughts: Why in the hell do I have Jenny Lewis’ Acid Tongue on vinyl but no Rabbit Fur Coat? And, other than the aforementioned album and Frightened Rabbit’s elusive Midnight Organ Fight, I have vinyl copies of all of my favorite albums. This includes In The Aeroplane Over the Sea, Transatlanticism, Give Up, More Adventurous, and The Crane Wife.
Though, I’m feeling that another trip to Amoeba is necessary soon.
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity.
It was requested that I blog more about Death Cab.
Above is one of my favorite DCFC songs, off of The Photo Album. I’m not sure why exactly I love this song so much. Residual teen angst, perhaps. Or maybe it’s a mix of a lot of small things; Ben’s apparent daddy issues, the constant rise of emotion throughout, the intensity of the lyrics.
I think that’s where it all is. The lyrics. My love affair with Death Cab, and Ben Gibbard more specifically, was built on how well constructed the lyrics are. He chooses simple, and oftentimes quirky, ways of conveying a message. “I need you so much closer” is such a powerful way of saying “I miss you” without sounding trite. I remember when I first heard I Will Possess Your Heart and loving how dark, yet somehow romantic the words were- “how I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It’s like a book elegantly bound, but in a language you can’t read… just yet.” Ugh, that’s good writing.
So here we are back at Styrofoam Plates and the other side of the emotional spectrum. I enjoy angry Ben Gibbard here. He practically shouts the last line
Just because he’s gone, doesn’t change the fact:
He was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.
This video evokes such nostalgia in me.
Not only did I love this band and album in high school, but the video reminds me of my teenage relationships and how bittersweet that time was. Falling in love when you’re sixteen (or what you thought was love) is one of the great parts of life.
I need reading recommendations. As one part of my list of resolutions for this year, I’m going to start reading more actual books (not that reading from the iPad isn’t great, mind you. I just take a lot of comfort from having a physical copy of what I’m reading). The problem I’m having is that I can’t commit. I was at Barnes and Noble this evening and Ian offered to buy me a book. I stood and stared at the shelves, read and re-read the backs of a few David Sedaris books, but couldn’t decide. I have a bad history of buying books and then hating them once I get started. I’m terribly picky and can’t articulate what it is that I enjoy reading. I know what I don’t like, so I guess that’s a start. I want to be taken with something like I was when I read The Fountainhead. Or fascinated, like how I felt with House of Leaves. But so far, nothing is stacking up. Disappointing.
Laying in bed after a decidedly shitty day and working on my resolutions list for 2011. Notice how one of them includes blogging more. Also: I’m going to add #10. Be less of a cynical, sarcastic bitch.