Wednesday, 08 July 2009

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    The History of Love: A Novel
    By Nicole Krauss
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    From The History of Love

    If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms - if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body - it's because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less. It's not that we've forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up: all artifacts of ancient gestures. Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. And at night, when it's too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other's bodies to make ourselves understood.

    -Nicole Krauss

Monday, 29 June 2009

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    Fantasies
    By Metric
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    I had an epiphany while watching Sex and the City today.

    I keep dating the same man. The same psuedo-intellectual.

    Then I idealize him, making him into a super man that he is not.

    I need to widen my horizon.

    So here's who I won't be dating anymore:

    Guys who call themselves straightedge
    Opera singers
    Dashingly handsome jazz bassists

    ....maybe I should just stay away from musicians in general. But I love musicians. They're so...romantic. In my idealized mind, I guess. My history with them isn't the best. But I'm attracted to them.

    I should try opening my eyes to men who aren't artsy intellectual types. But the thing is that I'm so turned off by stupidity that if the guy doesn't strike me as intelligent the first time I see him, I hardly consider him attractive. I should just cut my judgmental nature in half. Because come on, I half to keep a good portion of it, otherwise I'll keep dating losers.


Sunday, 28 June 2009

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    Seventh Tree (Deluxe Edition)
    By Goldfrapp
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    Perfection in a pop song

    It's a blue, bright blue Saturday hey, hey
    and the pain has started to slip away hey, hey.
    I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining.
    Think I want you still but it may be pills at work.

    Do you really wanna know how I was dancing on the floor?
    I was trying to phone you when I'm crawling out the door.
    I'm amazed at you, the things you say that you don't do.
    Why don't you ring?

    I was feeling lonely, feeling blue - feeling like I needed you.
    Like I'm walking up surrounded by me.
    A & E

    How did I get to accident - emergency?
    All I wanted was you to take me out high
    And I was feeling lonely, feeling blue - feeling like I needed you.
    Like I hoped you'd call and hoped you'd see me.
    A & E



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