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And time is a string of pearls...


“The accumulation of consecutive rooms in his memory now resembled those displays of grouped elbow chairs on show, and beds, and lamps, and inglenooks which, ignoring all space-time distinctions, commingle in the soft light of a furniture store beyond which it snows, and the dusk deepens, and nobody really loves anybody.”
Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov /via

My Life According to U2



My Life According to U2

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions.

Pick your Artist:

Are you a male or female:
-Drowning Man

Describe yourself:

-The Fly

How you feel:
-I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

Describe where you currently live:
-A Sort Of Homecoming

If you could go anywhere, you would go to:
-New York

Your favorite form of transportation:
-Daddy's Gonna Pay For Your Crashed Car

Your best friend is:

You and your best friends are:
-Original Of The Species

What's the weather like:
-Staring At The Sun

Favorite time of day:
-Last Night On Earth

If your life was a TV show, what it would be called:

-Some Days Are Better Than Others

What life is to you:
-Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of

Your relationship(s):
-Love Is Blindness

Your fear:

The best advice you have to give:

Thought for the Day:
-All I Want Is You

How you would like to die:
-A Room At The Heartbreak Hotel

Your soul's present condition:
-If God Will Send His Angels

Your motto:
-Miracle Drug

the strange loneliness of the present


Jeff Buckley: Woke Up In A Strange Place /live acoustic
After Making Love
by Stephen Dunn

No one should ask the other
"What were you thinking?"

No one, that is,
who doesn't want to hear about the past

and its inhabitants,
or the strange loneliness of the present

filled, even as it may be, with pleasure
or those snapshots

of the future, different heads
on different bodies.

Some people actually desire honesty.
They must never have broken

into their own solitary houses
after having misplaced the key,

never seen with an intruder's eyes
what is theirs.

Poem via Riese

Loneliness leads to Logic

There was a day last week were I could not get a hold of anybody. At all. I go to the bookstore for solace during such instances. Down the street from it resides the Apple store. I went in just to look around with no particular goal at all. Like a magnet I was drawn in to a machine that was set up with a little keyboard. This demo mac had every software imaginable so I clicked on Logic Studio and it opened up to a Killers song. I was mesmerized by the fact you could peak behind the curtain sort of speak and see the architecture of the song. After reading the Logic page on Apple's website, I saw that they also had a Santigold remix song you could open in the program (see below). So, off I went and on impulse I bought an M-Audio Keystation 61es. Mind you, I don't know how to play anything. I need a nice patient piano chick to teach me "Poses", "Honey" and "I Know".


My Guitar Hero 5 Avatar.

Hello there you handful of faithful readers I know and you multiple little lurkers. I hardly ever ask anything of you but today I'd like to know: Can you articulate what makes you come back to read this blog?