March 2011
1 post
The Tom Baker Scarf
Or should I say the Tom Baker scarves? For those of you who don’t know, Tom Baker was a doctor. More specifically, the man was The Doctor. The fourth one. From 1974 to 1981 he was everyone’s favorite time lord (I’m going to exclude all those silly people who like the Master, although I will say he was one fine villain). But why is he the best one? Why not Tennant or Smith? There...
Hmm
It’s funny how talking to old friends can make me want to write again. Or thinking on missed opportunities with lost loves. Or simply attempting to procrastinate. Well, perhaps it’s time to take up this silly blog again. Perhaps not. Let’s find out.
In the meantime, may I once again reiterate that lovers may come and go, but my love for Stephen Stills will outlast me? Well, I...
January 2010
8 posts
So, life...
So there’s this girl. I’m not going to go into details, just suffice to say there is girl. We have been friends for a week but it feels like months. She makes me happy, and at the risk of saying too much I’ll leave you with the knowledge that my life is very, very good.
In Other News...
I’m back (in Oberlin that is). It’s been an awkward few days. I wanted to be all excited about being back, but I’ve been having mixed feelings. It makes me feel bad. I watched friend after friend come back and exclaim, “I’m home!!!” and felt… not the same. Which makes me feel guilty, because Oberlin is my home, but it’s not my first home. I feel like...
My silliness
Have you ever noticed how different types of silliness mean different things:
General, ineffable, ridiculous thoughts: feeling confident
Laid-back giggling: tired
Smiling: Thoughtful
Acting like an idiotic three year old: crushing
I don’t often use the phrase, but FML.
Always with the Apologies...
Gah, okay, so remember how I promised I would start writing more? Well, one thing lead to another, and then six finals and a break later I realized that yet again I have failed my friends by posting nothing. But in my own defense, I have a terrible time knowing what exactly you’d like me to do for you. Suggestions?
In the meantime, enjoy some brief scenes from my time spent without you:
...
December 2009
2 posts
I wish I could play an Instrument
If you give a sheep an instrument, she will want to learn how to play. So you take the time to teach her all you know, and then you walk away. Come back a few weeks later and you’ll hear it- sadness in music, the fleeting look, the long wave goodbye. The bleeding heart, the whispered words in darkness, the grey dawn, the lonely cave, the silent day, the patter of rain on an empty house. Walk...
“i am unhappy and i am doing nothing to change it and argh, i’m forcing myself to...”
– To say I know exactly how you feel is a bit of an understatement, shutlow. I feel exactly how you feel. For me, it’s like wading through thick grey molasses- nothing makes sense emotionally, I feel weird being sad, but being happy would just be wrong somehow. It’s like being swallowed up...
November 2009
4 posts
There's this girl in Harkness
She wears overalls all the time, and looks beautiful in them. I wish I knew how she did it. Right now she’s got these pale green ones on, and they flow like few things I’ve ever seen. Jealous? You bet I am.
Hmm, the peculiarity of relationships
Romance amuses me. I don’t know why I thought of this little tale, but I hope you enjoy:
So, there’s this guy who used to like me. And I never liked him, because he was shy and never let himself go around me (although I didn’t realize that at the time). Once he didn’t like me anymore, though, he became, I dunno, almost magical in my eyes. He was funny and kind and said all...
cookies and college applications. scary shit.
castles-and-sunshine-and-waffles:
BUT I CAN DO IT. :DD
Of course you can- you wouldn’t be you if you couldn’t. :D
GOOD LUCK HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS!!!!
So...
I’m posting again, I think. Does this make our relationship weird, my fits of isolation and silence? I hope it doesn’t bother you- I mean, we’re okay, aren’t we?
More on my life, hopefully, when I get back to school…
October 2009
3 posts
after history/political theory.
lotus: see how i waited for you?
js: it's the sweater, isn't it. the v-neck.
lotus: oh hush. i love you for more than your sweater.
The heart let's Tumblr tell you I liked this post- but that's a lie, Shutlow. Loved is a far more appropriate word.
one-time fun of the day. →
kait-the-great:
wordcount - how common are words in english?
look up a word and see its rank in order of usage, or a rank and see the word. cool.
Okay, I used some friends’ birthdates to see what words came up. I had to take a zero out here and there, though, so forgive me:
Mine- agrippa (not actually a word but a million famous people’s name)
Jacobito- percussion
...
September 2009
7 posts
Well, hello there!
Hi there Giraffe, it’s nice to meet you. Good to know someone else is attempting to make sense of the beautiful little conundrum that is our college. I see that you do ODS- I’m a Cooper myself. Perhaps we’ve past by each other before- the what ifs of all this are entertaining.
“My mom is such an extrovert- she could make friends with Stalin.”
– Me, talking to Margo. It’s true- I am a complete shut-in compared to my mom. In fact, I think that is the one way in which we never see eye-to-eye. She loves to meet new people-for her, it’s an adventure, as opposed to the terror it is for me. Plus, it’s made worse because my mom...
Something a Bit Happier
I feel like I’ve been lying to you, my readers, on my blog. I promised stories of college, and have failed to deliver. So now, I will ignore my homework and give a pretty little picture of my new home.
It’s Ohio, which is another way of saying its very flat. But unlike other extremely level places, it’s got tons of tree copses, which help to compensate. That and it’s also...
playwriting.
nico: [playing a snippy middle-aged woman] i need more attitude?
lotus: yeah. like... it's like, thrust your hips. except with your voice.
Lotus, I love that you're doing this. I hope you find nothing but success- the world needs more people who direct like you do!
Warning- This page contains unwarrentedly sad...
I remember when I did things besides spanish homework, when I went to bed before 11, when I felt well-rested and alive during the day. I remember when I used to drive a car and have firm definitions of home and school. I remember laughing with my family, talking with my mom, watching America’s next top model with my little sister. I remember when my sister was little. I remember when school...
August 2009
12 posts
Going to California-
Well, I’m not. I’m studying Chemistry. Two of my best friends, however, have both left me for college down there. Best wishes and luck, Margo and Claire- I can’t wait to hear about all your phantasmagoric adventures and far out stories. In the meantime, though, I’m listening to Led Zepplin’s “Going to California” and the Mamas & the Papas’...
I heard from my roommate today.
She’s really nice and considerate, from what I can tell in the space of a few words. Those few words, however, allieviated all of those fears that I had about meeting new people, because, if nothing else, I can look foward to one friendly face on campus.
Quick
Go listen to “Military Madness” by Graham Nash. It’s just as pertinent as ever for those of us residing in the US as it was back in the day. Plus, it’s a simple but good song. In fact, I’ve listened to it so much over the past year that I no longer say “Military”, I say “Militry”.
Second Thought on Pittsburgh (Sorry to keep me...
A thought on sports teams in Pittsburgh:
We used to be a big town, back in the forties and fifties and sixties, when the Stones would stop on random tours (before they were really the Stones) and the steel mills chugged and you would read about Pittsburgh in books. Back in the day, we could support three different sports teams- in fact, we could support three of the big four: baseball, football,...
shutlow:
wepostmusic:
David Bowie vs. MGMT —...
“It’s like the hidden talents of David Bowie!”
– -QoW, while watching the Goblin King have fun with glass balls during “Labyrinth”. We now affectionately call them Bowie Balls.
PS: If a goblin ever offers you your dreams in a glass ball, just say no.
Ever listened to Alison Krauss and Rob Plant?
For those of you who don’t know, Alison Krauss is a country/bluegrass singer and Robert Plant used to be the lead singer for Led Zepplin. So, merging country and bluegrass with blues and rock produces… something pretty good. Actually, the albums reminds me of what would happen if Neil Young and Stephen Stills decided to make a lullaby album, but Neil sounded like Alison and Stephen...
First Thought on Pittsburgh
Here it comes- are you excited?
I really love to visit Pittsburgh. Not to offend my west-coast chums, but if I could merge the downtown and weather of Portland with Pittsburgh, I would be in heaven. It’s just… beautiful. Ordinarily, I’d rack my brain to think of a better word, but beautiful just about covers it. The hills don’t ascend like they do in Oregon. They roll and...
“Well, technically we’re not supposed to serve you unless you’re in a...”
– Probably the coolest Starbucks employee ever, a groovy lady who gave me and my pedestrian sister coffee at the drive-thru window because the regular store was closed. The first time I’ve ever tipped Starbucks- they should give this lady a raise.
uhh, Pittsburgh
Is going to have to wait, yet again. I’m listening to the Who, lounging in too little clothing, and wondering why my internal clock is still on east coast time. Which means, for me, it’s bed time (Explanation- it’s 3 AM in Pennsylvania)
Black Sheep
is back in her home pastures. I’d like to tell you tales of CSN and Pittsburgh, but perhaps I shall start tomorrow.
July 2009
41 posts
Sad Thoughts Over
Time for bed. I leave for PA tomorrow- see yinz in a week. (That was Pittsburghese, by the by)
I hope to have good stories for you. I also hope you have some good ones for me.
I Dream
Too little for my liking.
Fact: When I was a child I had dreams about Dream- as in the Lord of Dreams, whatever people may call him. I always referrred to him as Dream in my mind. We would talk about things- the weather, my first day of my first year of school, what Dream did when he wasn’t talking to me. More ofter, however, he would have something to show me. I’d end up following...
I'm OD-ing on "Scarlet Begonias"
Both the Grateful Dead song and the flower (I’m looking at pictures). Oh, and did I mention I’m watching a CNN special on Marijuana and the legalization battle. Does anyone else want to point out the sort-of irony here, or shall I?
Perhaps
I’m heading back to Pittsburgh for a week to see CSN with QoW. We’re both super excited. I’ll try to take pictures. Actually, I’m looking forward to returning to my city because it’ll give me a chance to talk about it, hopefully with you guys. Pittsburgh is, well, interesting to say the least. I like- with luck, you will too.
Random Rant
Why? Why do commercials insist on not only using Beatles songs constantly these days, but remaking them to boot? I mean, they always pick, in my mind, the worst songs, then add funky new beat to them and, this is a must, have a breathy voiced woman singing. In there own right, the songs wouldn’t be bad. But man, you don’t sing sixties songs like that. I dunno, I suppose I being a...
I feel
rather bad. I finished my job this Wednesday- it was my first legitimate job, with long hours and office work… I called myself a temp. My supervisor’s supervisor called me an intern (<—- I liked her- if she hadn’t been so busy all the time, maybe we would’ve exchanged more than a few hellos and goodbyes).
I dunno- looking back, the work was so long, and it was...
“forbidden fruit creates many jams.”
– —seen on a church message board. (via shutlow)
I’ve seen this quote too, probably from the same church. Actually, I take that back- it was the billboard of a school attached to a church. Makes me wonder what that was supposed to mean. After all, this school typically makes remarks like...
“49 reasons, all in a line, all of them good ones, all or them lies.”
– Kind of feels like a good song for my life right now. I dunno, I’m probably being over dramatic. But peculiar moods have a way of making your life seem absolutely odious.