Well I just have to let the world know about my new addiction to Devendra Banhart. Especially his song, Baby. (The lyrics kill me).
Baby
I finally know what im going after
I'm learning to let in all the laughter
Holy Moley you´re so funny
You crack me up, you crack me up
Like some hog tied Kangaroos
You be one and I'll be one too
We can play it goofy or we can play it cool
Everything that happened
you know it don't mean a thing to us
cause so much is gonna happen
because
(these were just my favorite parts).
AHHH so refreshing. Now, I know I said earlier, "don't go make Devendra famous, god, please, spare him!" I just didn't exactly want a)him to become famous because personally, it would be a curse to be famous and b) for him to be a not-so-known treasure. Last night I was talking to someone who I admire about music and the mere fact that I stated my dislike for small bands to become famous really bothered him. He said something like, "you should share the music with everyone, everyone should hear it....and I know you probably don't want his music getting in the wrong hands but for everyone person who abuses it, there has to be at least one who loves it." And yes, I couldn't agree more. I love telling my friends about music I like- "what's your favorite song right now?" "do you know dr. dog? they're great!" "let me burn you a cd!" That is the usual talk between mi amigos y yo. And I should think of everyone as my friend.
Thanks Macabee.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Would You Rather?
I'd rather be a slave than an owner. I'd rather be a woman than a man. I'd rather be the murdered than the murderer. I'd rather have my heart broken than to break another's. I'd rather be lied to than to lie. I'd rather be strong than weak.
P.S. THIS DOES NOT REFLECT MY CURRENT STATE OF MIND. not really.
P.S. THIS DOES NOT REFLECT MY CURRENT STATE OF MIND. not really.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Just some talk
I said that I would update with a lovely, poetic collection of different passages from my journal soon. Well, the truth is I haven't written as much as I should. I feel embarrassed to even think about going back to my beautiful, italian made journal - (Laine gave it to me as a present) as I have not given it the attention it deserves.
The reasoning behind it: I feel so behind. Sometimes, I write with no due-dates; freely. Other times, (in the Laine-given journal), I write as if I am retelling the events of the day. It is kind of compulsive. If I don't finish that day, I leave blank space for it and go to the next day. It gets really chaotic. (HA! that word will always haunt me. chaos. you will find this out later).
So, yes. I am VERY behind. I am trying to write out the events that happened on...let's see.. May 30th? And then randomly the beginning of June? No, no, no, I got this all wrong. I needn't write in the past, I really need to start letting go of that minor OCD journaling. Because, guess what? I am going to always remember some things. They don't need to be written down.
Why should one write anyway?
A) To look back 50 years from now and think, "wow I was such a _______"
B) To release mental "toxins" so to speak
C) To be the next Anne Frank
Well, I know I need to write so I don't stay up at night thinking. Or, so I don't miss my exit on the freeway, and then THREE exits later realize it...all because I was so deep in thought. Yeah, I suppose option B is my choice. But hey, if you want to be a historical figure to yourself or to the general public, be my guest.
And lastly, I labeled this: Just some talk. It is sad that I am only writing AT the future reader, instead of communicating WITH. If I had any followers that would comment on it, that would be really cool. That's why I titled my blog, Q & Q with SS. But, just some talk; no knowledge gained per se. No facts learned. Just some talk that might have softly transitioned you from 12:20 to 12:30.
P.S.
Celebratory post: oil spill FIXED. (hopefully forever).
The reasoning behind it: I feel so behind. Sometimes, I write with no due-dates; freely. Other times, (in the Laine-given journal), I write as if I am retelling the events of the day. It is kind of compulsive. If I don't finish that day, I leave blank space for it and go to the next day. It gets really chaotic. (HA! that word will always haunt me. chaos. you will find this out later).
So, yes. I am VERY behind. I am trying to write out the events that happened on...let's see.. May 30th? And then randomly the beginning of June? No, no, no, I got this all wrong. I needn't write in the past, I really need to start letting go of that minor OCD journaling. Because, guess what? I am going to always remember some things. They don't need to be written down.
Why should one write anyway?
A) To look back 50 years from now and think, "wow I was such a _______"
B) To release mental "toxins" so to speak
C) To be the next Anne Frank
Well, I know I need to write so I don't stay up at night thinking. Or, so I don't miss my exit on the freeway, and then THREE exits later realize it...all because I was so deep in thought. Yeah, I suppose option B is my choice. But hey, if you want to be a historical figure to yourself or to the general public, be my guest.
And lastly, I labeled this: Just some talk. It is sad that I am only writing AT the future reader, instead of communicating WITH. If I had any followers that would comment on it, that would be really cool. That's why I titled my blog, Q & Q with SS. But, just some talk; no knowledge gained per se. No facts learned. Just some talk that might have softly transitioned you from 12:20 to 12:30.
P.S.
Celebratory post: oil spill FIXED. (hopefully forever).
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