29 August 2007
Entranced?
Then watch this:
Then watch this:
In love?
Me too.
23 August 2007
Silver Lining off Under The Blacklight
22 August 2007
Perfect Couplings
In fact there had been something between them ever since they were small, something that pulled them together even when they were paying no attention to each other at all. Something that would probably make them fall in love sooner or later. As they got older, each time they fall in love with someone else, that something became increasingly concentrated.
- Night and Night's Travellers, Banana Yoshimoto
...
After my mum died she ate my father up completely. She would have hated it. Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against. And when I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
- The Time Traveller's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger
19 August 2007
You MUST watch these videos. Even if you really badly need to take a leak right now. Even if you have never pressed play on any of the videos I have posted thus far. WATCH THESE.
Grizzly Bear singing Knife a cappella on a drunken Parisian day. And on a separate occasion, Zach or Beirut singing it in a drunken Parisian evening.
Such spontaneity. Such genius. Such beauteous events borne of wit and wine.
It makes me want to down some beer and take to the streets singing, fingers snapping. Friends in a row, down the sidewalk with the swagger and invincibility alcohol in the bloodstream gives. With grins that wouldn't leave the face. And laughs that come from nowhere and mingle comfortably in the air. Flushed cheeks and little nonchalant nods of the head. Concerned only with the HERE and NOW.
Grizzly Bear singing Knife a cappella on a drunken Parisian day. And on a separate occasion, Zach or Beirut singing it in a drunken Parisian evening.
Such spontaneity. Such genius. Such beauteous events borne of wit and wine.
It makes me want to down some beer and take to the streets singing, fingers snapping. Friends in a row, down the sidewalk with the swagger and invincibility alcohol in the bloodstream gives. With grins that wouldn't leave the face. And laughs that come from nowhere and mingle comfortably in the air. Flushed cheeks and little nonchalant nods of the head. Concerned only with the HERE and NOW.
16 August 2007
This, I'm definitely carting home by the dozens.
12 August 2007
The first ever music festival in my life was no less - one hell of a rocking affair! SINGFEST '07 was no doubt an event to remember. What made it sweeter was the thousands of us gallivanting around Fort Canning Park while everyone else obsessed with National Day. Eh, what day?
Warm beers and macaroons made for lunch.
Eye candies made for an all-around treat.
Acts such as The Noisettes, The Academy Is, Cobra Starship made for maximum aural satisfaction.
Cobra Starship
The Academy Is
MXPX
The Noisettes
Warm beers and macaroons made for lunch.
Eye candies made for an all-around treat.
Acts such as The Noisettes, The Academy Is, Cobra Starship made for maximum aural satisfaction.
Cobra Starship
The Academy Is
MXPX
The Noisettes
04 August 2007
The day the sun got to the chocolates, the ipod and made soup out of Stacy's ice cream.
01 August 2007
Widely acclaimed Port Angeles poet Tess Gallagher tells it this way:
"It is a faithful rain. You feel it has some allegiance to the trees and the people...It brings an ongoing thoughtfulness to their faces, a meditativeness that causes them to fall silent for long periods, to stand at their windows looking at nothing in particular. The people walk in the rain as within some spirit they wish not to offend with resistance."
One must be rather fluid to live under water;
one must learn to flow with a pulse greater than one's own.
A tolerance for misting gray days mean an acceptance that life itself is not black and white, but in between.
Gray.
...
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
The chords before the song starts always gets me. Always.
The faint running of a train on the tracks somewhere...
It makes me wonder. It makes the heart quiver.
That plaintive repeating at the end.
If hearts could sing, I imagine they'd sound just like that.