| TJ Hour |
[Jul. 9th, 2009|08:49 am] |
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| | 'Can't Con an Honest John,' Streets (should be the official Moist theme song) | ] |
O geek out! Guyz - it's full on Thomas Jefferson/John Adams action on the TJ Hour! Hee-hee-hee-hee!
War & Peace downloooow-d |
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| WOW! Destino! |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|02:32 pm] |
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| | 'Sticks n Stones,' Jamie T | ] |
'Destino' by Disney & Dali? Who else knows about this? Amazing! My mind is whirring! I feel like I could draw for hours, now, having watched this short!
In the meantime, 'we-read' on facebook is destroying my LIFE. *rubs temples* I have shit to do... Clocking out and going to 'we-read' is, like, the working class modern intellectual version of the post-work 'down the pub for a pint'.
...o god I'm clicking my future away... |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|11:44 pm] |
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'Cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind.' |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|01:27 pm] |
When it’s pop goes the weasel, let go of the easel. You don’t want this rickety rackety life. It’s seat of the trousers. It’s all sink or swim, son. I’d kill to get crimson on this palette knife. And I’d steal in a minute. I’m up to here in it. You here behaving as though I’m a saint. Get a job with a pension. Don’t ever mention you once had a craving for the brushes and paint.
So go, forget it, let it all go
let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Let it all go
A hack writer judges my swipes and my smudges, he doesn’t like pictures with blotches and blots. The drawing room tea set wants horses, sunsets, sweet nothings - the seaside with yachts. Here’s the end of the thirties, no time for arties, over in Poland - a right old to-do. So go join the navy, the air force or the army. They’ll all be enrolling young fellows like you
So go, forget it, let it all go
let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Let it all go
These are not my decisions, flaming visions, ringing expressions, the clamouring voice. It’s volcanic desire, the unquenchable fire. It isn’t a question of having the choice. Anyway, now I’m old but if you won’t be told, if you’ve been created to answer the call, all passion and lust is going to end in the dust but you’ll hang on some government gallery wall.
You must go, forget it
let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Go, forget it
let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go
Let it all go
'Let it all go,' Mark Knopfler |
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| *whistles* |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|10:45 am] |
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| | jubilant | ] |
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| | 'Her Morning Elegance,' Oren Lavie [Quarter Past Wonderful] | ] |
Suddenly the world is beautiful again and everything is wonderful and now I know life will be good.
Later: I've started transcribing my Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute entries, so anyone interested in reading about what it's like to be an ordinary on a research vessel is welcome to stake out my archives starting July 31, 2000. (Skip past the Texas entry). I should upload a new one every other day. I'm not sure how many I have in my journal - I'm not very good at reliably recording the things which happen to me which may be of actual interest to other people.
Inside the submersible Alvin; For you, my dear Craeg ;) |
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| Chasing pavements |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|02:15 pm] |
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| |  indescribable | ] |
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| | 'We are the People,' Empire of the Sun | ] |
Thank god for these extra shifts at my soul killing brain numbing job or I'd be going out of my tiny little mind. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eye and she turned me into sand. This clumsy form that I despise it scattered easy in her hand. And came to rest upon a beach, with a million others there. We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out, so that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue, into the horror of the truth.
You see, we are far less than we knew. Yeah, we are far less than we knew.
But we knew what we could taste. Girls found honey to drench our hands. Men cut marble to mark our graves. Said we’ll need something to remind us of all the sweetness that has passed through us. (fresh sangria and lemon tea). The priests dressed children for a choir, (white-robed small voices praise Him) but found no joy in what was sung.
The funeral hath begun.
In the middle of the day, when you drive home to your place from that job that makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake long after night has come to claim any light that still remains in the corner of the frame that you put around her face.
Two pills just weren’t enough. The alarm clock is going off, but you are not waking up. This isn’t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening.
It is.
'The Center of the World,' Bright Eyes |
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| $125 |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|01:08 pm] |
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I'm getting $125 to clean Father Art's house. That's some more for my ticket to England. |
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| OMG my life is falling apaaart... |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:01 am] |
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| | unbalanced | ] |
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| | 'Your Mother's Son-in-Law,' Macy Gray | ] |
My garden is rampant with weeds and I totally just microwaved a corn dog in a coffee mug because it was the last clean dish left.
Hahahahahahaha...
*drags fingers through hair and screams and can only be calmed by chanting the mantra:*
London, Sarah, September, London, Sarah, September...
Later: AIEEGH! God damn-! Freaking-! Lightening storms! Why did my ancestors choose to settle in a place that has weather that is always trying to kill me??? Argh!! |
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