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[Mar. 31st, 2008|05:53 pm] |
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| | fossilized alien rainbow magic | ] |
INSTRUCTIONS...
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.
NO CHEATING!
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HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"Bob Dylan Blues" by Syd Barrett
WHAT'S YOUR OUTLOOK ON LIFE?
"In Case We Die" by Architecture in Helsinki
WHAT DOES YOUR FAMILY THINK OF YOU?
"Wind Driving Dogs" by Chad VanGaalen .... wth
WHAT DO STRANGERS THINK OF YOU?
"Moonage Daydream" by David Bowie. niiiice [=
WHAT DO YOUR EX'S THINK OF YOU?
"Conquest" by The White Stripes. oh dear.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE LIFE?
"Love of the Loveless" by EELS. o_o
HOW WILL YOUR LOVE LIFE BE IN THE FUTURE?
"Bean Bag Chair" by Yo La Tengo.
WILL YOU HAVE KIDS?
"Ride of the Valkyries" by Wagner. yeaaaah i bet.
ARE YOU GOOD AT SCHOOL?
"Can't Stop Me Worryin Bout That Girl" by the Kinks.
WILL YOU BE SUCCESSFUL IN LIFE?
"I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie
WHAT SONG SHOULD THEY PLAY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?
"Past in Present" by Feist. oh how fitting.
WHAT SONG SHOULD THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"Did You See the Words" by Animal Collective
THE SOUNDTRACK OF YOUR LIFE
"Mister Tambourine Man" by Bob Dylan
YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND ARE:
"Chinese Translation" by M. Ward. haha alright
HAPPY TIMES:
"On Moonlight Bay" by Doris Daaaaay
SAD TIMES:
"Where is My Mind?" by The Pixies
EVERY DAY:
"Strawberry Fields Forever" by The Beatles (:
FOR TOMORROW:
"The Black Angel's Death Song" by the Velvet Underground. if that's not an omen i don't know what is o_O
FOR YOU:
"And Your Bird Can Sing" by Beatlessss
WHAT DOES NEXT YEAR HAVE IN STORE FOR ME:
"Isolation" by Snow Patrol. awesome.
WHAT DO I SAY WHEN LIFE GETS TOO HARD?
"O Fortuna" by Carl Orff. O_O
WHAT SONG WILL I DANCE TO AT MY WEDDING?
"Tire Swing" by Kimya Dawson
WHAT DO YOU WANT AS A CAREER?
"Lazy Confessions" by The Moldy Peaches. lol
YOUR FAVOURITE SAYING?
"Terra Firma" by The Young Knives
HOW WILL I DIE?
"Monsters" by The Boy Least Likely To
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|07:28 pm] |
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I saw this in one of my friend's blogs, and it looked fun. [=
1. The first character I fell in love with: WELLL, it's a tie between Inigo and Fezzik from The Princess Bride [=
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye. When my uncle got it for me for Christmas I was still reading chapterbooks, and I thought it was going to be the looooongest stupidest book ever, it being a whole 200 pages lol. Of course, I was proved wrong, and I'm glad for it.
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't: Charlotte Simmons, from the Tom Wolfe novel. She was so ridiculously self-conscious that I wanted to kill her.
4. The character I love that everyone else hates: Ignatius O'Reilly from A Confederacy of Dunces.
5. The character I would sleep with anytime: Oh geez. The Woodpecker (Still Life with Woodpecker), any one of Henry Miller's alter-egos, Raoul Duke (Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas)
6. The character I'd want to be like: Probably Oskar from Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. He's so good at meeting people and listening to their stories, and I love that. Or maybe just Tom Sawyer [=
7. The character I'd slap: Marion from Requiem for a Dream
8. Favorite character: Boo Radley from To Kill A Mockingbird, Seymour Glass from A Perfect Day for Bananafish, and Bernard Mickey Wrangle from Still Life With Woodpecker. Chief Bromden, McMurphy, and Billy Bibbit from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
9. Five favorite characters: Holden Caulfield, Jim Casy, Paul Baumer, Alex, Billy Pilgrim, Mercutio, Huck Finn, Henry Chinaski, etc.
10. Five least favorite characters: Daisy Buchanan for ruining everything. That bitch who wanted to kill Toto in The Wizard of Oz. Bob Ewell for being Bob Ewell. Dominique and Ellsworth Toohey from The Fountainhead. The concept of Big Brother was also pretty much a dick.
11. Character I am most like: Zooey Glass from Franny & Zooey, Esther Greenwood from The Bell Jar, Francie Rommelly from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|06:25 pm] |
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| [ | feeling |
| |  cranky | ] |
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| | belle & sebatian | ] |
Jesus Camp is the single most disturbing movie I have ever seen in my life. Yes. More disturbing than the Saw trilogy. Just . . . wow. It's on YouTube if you want to see it. Hey, who here thinks we should require Richard Dawkins to be taught in schools? I do. |
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| Dinu Lipatti's Bones |
[Mar. 29th, 2008|04:30 pm] |
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| | my rooooooom | ] |
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| | the mountain goats | ] |
I am so obsessed with The Mountain Goats right now, it's not even funny.
But how can you help from loving a band with lyrics like these:
Dinu Lipatti's Bones
" We stank of hair dye and ammonia
We sealed ourselves away from view
You were looking at the void and someone blinking
The best that I could do
Was to train my eyes on you
We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface
Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones
And built a little house that we could live in
Out if Dinu Lipatti's bones
We kept our friends at bay all summer long
Treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could
Ringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets
To keep wintertime at bay
But December showed up anyway
There was no money, it was money that you wanted
I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned
And we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams
From Dinu Lipatti's bones"
If I could write a line half as good as "ringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets," I think I would marry myself.
Twice over.
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| Inelastic Collision |
[Mar. 29th, 2008|01:19 pm] |
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| | hamburg | ] |
| [ | feeling |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | hearing |
| | the strokes | ] |
Feedback is love.
Josie Fischer deals with stress by stealing her mother's piece-of-shit Corsica and driving it into the desert as fast and far as it can go.
It's a strange sight to see – the bright yellow caterpillars of her aubergine toe-socks flattening a gas pedal already flesh with the floor, mouth twisted in a crazed, lopsided grin below the distant and unresponsive eyes of a lobotomy patient. Her glasses still hang from her face by some miracle; the Three Stooges bobbleheads and Dashboard Jesus have long since vanished into the abyss beneath our seats, and the Little Tree Air-Freshener is clinging from the rearview mirror as if it has a life to hold on to.
You tend to see things differently at 89.40800 meters per second with busted headlights and your seatbelt tied in a knot.
Just yesterday I watched her pick the lock of some rundown motel room on the border of Arizona. The place stank of the primitive, guilty smell of sex. In the bathroom the backed-up toilet was an ocean to used condoms that floated up like dead jellyfish. I couldn't care either way about it because she didn't.
Josie sang a song in the shower that morning, "My Baby Just Cares for Me." I remember leaning against the doorframe while pretending to brush my teeth as I watched her silhouette waver behind the cracked, yellowed glass. She hit all the wrong notes, but she was perfect anyway.
It was at that moment that I began to understand her.
I know the real reason why Josie Fischer does what Josie Fischer does. She told me as she loaded her purse with paper towelettes and soap dispenser packets in the men's restroom of a gas station south of Flagstaff.
I know that the content of the cup in the holder is alcohol without smelling it because I can't remember Josie Fischer drinking anything else.
I know that if the headlights weren't already broken, she'd have broken them herself.
What Josie Fischer told me is that in this world there is someone like her, someone for her. Someone who knows in the same way she does that in hurtling down the vacant desert highway at two-hundred miles per hour with all sources of light extinguished, they grow closer and closer.
And that they will find each other, in a moment exquisitely singular, exhilarating and blindingly perfect. Metal twisting, sparks flying, glass pluming out over the warm asphalt. Inelastic collision.
No one can ever be with Josie Fischer. You're just along for the ride.
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