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[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
"Meet me in the bathroom"
That's what she said
I don't mind...it's true.
Never was on time
Yes, I once was mine
Well, that was long ago
And darling, I don't mind.
Yeah, we were just two friends in lust
And baby, that just don't mean much
You trained me not to love
After you showed me what it was |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|12:50 am] |
He would never talk
But he was not shy
She was a street-smart girl
But she could not lie
They were perfect for each other
Say it now
Cause in your heart it's loud |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|10:11 pm] |
You are looking for your own voice, but you're nervous
while it hears you, trapped in another dimension.
Complicated mammals on the wings of robots. |
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| Hi |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|02:16 am] |
If you're reading this journal, it's because you're looking for links to Phrazes for the Young.
I decided to take them down. I don't want to fuck with Jules' record sales. That'd be a dick move against one of my favorite musicians of all time.
Whether online file-sharing of music hurts the artist or actually helps them is for you to decide. Personally, I believe it helps most artists in the long run, but it's not for me to decide how Jules' wants to release his music.
The below video is an interesting study on Nine Inch Nails, who has released their last two albums under Creative Commons licenses, which allow them to be shared online freely. Feel free to discuss.
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| Little Girl |
[Oct. 23rd, 2009|11:16 pm] |
You get the point now.
You pick yourself up off the bar,
She’s on his arm now.
Cause they remind you of the pictures on the wall now. |
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| love this video |
[Aug. 9th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
Not too many things can have me rolling on the floor these days, but this does:
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|06:38 pm] |
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50 hours in and I've still gotten no where with Dreamweaver. Jesus Christ, flash and html are ridiculous. |
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| The Modern Age |
[May. 6th, 2009|01:08 pm] |
Intellectualizing our feelings is something we do all the time. Such as when we tell someone "I am angry with you" without showing that angry. The expression of genuine feeling is often inconvenient in the "social" world we work and play. So, early in life, we learn to make an instant little examination of each feeling and impulse to make sure it is socially appropriate. We learn to squelch it if it's not. Over time we create a social mask. It becomes habitual, an emotional armor that's eventually embedded in our bodies and manifested through body language. Soon we are "in our heads," or "not in touch with our feelings." Emotion becomes an idea rather than an experience.
For example, when a child suppresses anger towards his parents, his love for his parents becomes only partly an expression of genuine feeling. As he grows up, it becomes an idea of something he is supposed to feel. Living out of touch with feelings eventually causes a chronic condition which feelings are avoided, especially unpleasant ones like fear, pain, and anger. Attitude replaces feeling. Depression (the suppression of the unpleasant feelings) becomes epidemic. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
For some reason, these lyrics speak truer to me than ever before... Probably from all the life-after-graduation anxiety I'm feeling.
"Corduroy" - Pearl Jam
The waiting drove me mad...you're finally here and I'm a mess
I take your entrance back...cant let you roam inside my head
I don't want to take what you can give...
I would rather starve than eat your bread...
I would rather run but I can't walk...
Guess Ill lie alone just like before...
I'll take the varmint's path...oh, and I must refuse your test
A-push me and I will resist...this behavior's not unique
I don't want to hear from those who know...
They can buy, but can't put on my clothes...
I don't want to limp for them to walk...
Never would have known of me before...
I don't want to be held in your debt...
And I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed...
I'm already cut up and half dead...
I'll end up alone like I began...
Everything has chains, absolutely nothings changed
Take my hand, not my picture, spilled my tincture
I don't want to take what you can give...
I would rather starve than eat your breast...
All the things that others want for me...
Can't buy what I want because its free...
Can't be what you want because I'm...
I ain't sposed to be just fun
Oh, to live and die, let it be done
I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began... |
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| Modest Mouse Set List |
[Mar. 16th, 2009|12:53 am] |
Terminal 5 - New York City, New York. March 16th, 2009.
3rd Planet
Education
Black Cadillacs
Here it Comes
King Rat
The View
Doin' the Cockroach
Custom Concern
Jesus Christ was an Only Child
Dance Hall
Baby Blue Sedan
Bury Me with It
Night on the Sun
Paper Thin Walls
Satellite Skin
Dramamine
Float On
Parting of the Sensory
---Encore---
Satin in a Coffin
Interstate 8
All Nite Diner |
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| Two weeks till I shoot |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|01:35 pm] |
Now we're out of time
I said it's my fault
It's my fault
Can't make good decisions
It won't stop
I can't stop
Give me some time, I just need a little time
Give me some time, I just need a little time
Give me some time, I just need a little time
Give me some time, I just need a little time |
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| What I found out |
[Feb. 23rd, 2009|10:47 pm] |
Just got back from a Free Culture meeting. Apparently the reason Take Back NYU had so many random, disjointed demands was because, originally, their only demand was disclosure of the budget, but in order to gain more support and members, they adopted the demands of other NYU groups who said they would support TBNYU. This just made TBNYU a really awkward umbrella organization for a lot of non-related issues.
Also, I found out that the topless girls outside Kimmel were topless to represent transparency. ...Yeah. Case closed. |
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| goddamn economy |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
-I wish it had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
-So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. |
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| LOL |
[Jan. 5th, 2009|12:46 am] |
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"I loved 'All the Presidents Men' except for all the shameless product placement for the Washington Post." |
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[Jan. 1st, 2009|04:07 pm] |
"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candle exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
-"On the Road", Jack Kerouac |
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