This is a poem (referring to title) I read over and over by Pablo Neruda and wonder when I'll empathize. I rarely do. This, here and now, being an exception. I have my thoughts to keep my company, thoughts I rarely get to hear, and am grateful for once, for a lonely weekend. It's 2:00 am, and I'm eating toast and tea, jewish rye I wish I had never bought and hibiscus and rose hips tea, thinking it'd be nice with a little honey. Sorting and searching through my itunes music collection - I love the hype machine music blog, I've been listening to Beirut and Belle and Sebastian, I like M.Ward from time to time, but if the song is king like Jon Foreman says, "Post-War" gets crown. Also, Beirut's song "Mount Wroclai (idle days)" has an intro that's exactly like the end credits of Amelie. It makes me happy. I realized today, sitting in the maclab, stoked at the simplicity of the mac plain white, less is more, Jonathon Ive is the most successful industrial designer as of now, and taste is taste, with no strings of snobbery attached, style is not consumerism, not materialism, does not have to be gluttonous, and should not be denied. I love language and music and fashion and aesthetics and expression. I love the city and the diversity, movies, films, memoirs, clothes, colors, fabric, and culture. Epstein says it's always the same new thing, some sickening new trend as transient as the last, but I love progression and innovation more than anything. It also brings me much joy to catch the allusions in writing based on pop culture of the past.
Today I went to the bookstore downtown by myself, looked for e.e. cummings, but they didn't have it, flipped through philosophy by marcus aurelius and chuck pahlaniuk novels, picked up some groceries, and sat by Aric at vespers, whom I seldom see so it was nice.
I went to coffee with Brian, Eddie, Thomas, and Josh, watched a movie with Jess P, and now plan to read Klosterman til' I fall asleep. I'm also sort of smitten. But we'll get to that a long time later. Bono interview at the Awakening tomorrow. Maybe I'll read "Geek Love" instead, my mom bought it for me for Christmas and I haven't even cracked the bright orange cover. She says she wants to read it when I'm done, but at this rate, I might not even have read it by spring break when I go home again. Got things to do. G'night.
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on the post that has disappeared: moments like that make lost in translation a great movie. a really great movie.
props for eating rye bread; i think that it is pretty close to my least favorite. but that has little or nothing to do with anything useful.
sometimes i wonder if i am too comfortable with silence; like a worn, cozy chair, i am always reticent to leave the refuge of my thoughts and daydreams. it isn't really conducive to building a sense of community. but i begin to digress.
about the SM packet, i picked one up two weeks ago and filled it out, but i still have to meet with returned SMs and mail away the references. the packet is a bit daunting, but i keep telling myself, "baby steps, baby steps."
blessings and happy sabbath.
p.s. earthlight books is great, no?
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