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catatonia - goldfish and paracetamol

i’ve decided it’s time to part with my physical cds, most of which i purchased in high school and some in the years soon after. i’ve been ripping all these cds for the past few days and listening through some stuff i haven’t heard in years. i’m most surprised by how much i still enjoy catatonia. some of it’s cheesy and poppy, but i still love it. and i still remember almost every word to international velvet - only the welsh in the title track is fuzzy - so i can’t wait to get home so i can belt this stuff out in my bedroom like i’m 17 again.

probably the first thing that comes to mind when i think of oregon
probably the first thing that comes to mind when i think of oregon
when you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than ability. your tastes only narrow & exclude people. so create. _why
red balls and an old radio 3 (via cecilia-ivy)
this reminds me of a nightmare i had as a child.

red balls and an old radio 3 (via cecilia-ivy)

this reminds me of a nightmare i had as a child.

Last night I was fortunate enough to see a screening of Godfrey Reggio’s 1988 film Powaqqatsi accompanied by a live performance of Philip Glass’s score to the film by the Philip Glass Ensemble and the Brooklyn Children’s Chorus (heyyyy, long sentance).

Powaqqatsi can mean either “parasitic way of life ” or “life in transition.” The film focuses on life in third world countries and how traditional village life compares to and conflicts with modernizing society. The film is visually stunning & the music is beautiful and hypnotic. Philip was present for the shooting of the scenes and the film and music were driving each other as they went along, which resulted in a completely captivating visual and aural experience.

Finally I have a reason to purchase a Wii. Hope this comes out in the winter so it doesn’t suck up any nice-weather hours.
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“Here I am with all the pleasures of the first world laid out before me. Who am I to break down? Everyday I wake up, I choose love, I choose light, and I try… It’s too easy just to fall apart.” The Submarines - You, Me, & The Bourgeoisie
Amazing how grimly we hold on to our misery, the energy we burn fueling our anger. Amazing how one moment, we can be snarling like a beast, then a few moments later, forgetting what or why. Not hours of this, or days, or months, or years of this… But decades. Lifetimes completely used up, given over to the pettiest rancor and hatred. Finally, there is nothing here for death to take away. Charles Bukowski
Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it make us vain, in fact, of our modesty. Louis Kronenberger