May 21, 2009

Journal of the History of Ideas

I'm in the library wearing a dress and gold heels. I look over to the shelf opposite from me and there is this whole shelf dedicated to "Journal of the History of Ideas." And, I think I just found out what I'm going to be doing this summer if I find myself unemployed. I've been working/going to school since I was 16. Some time off would be nice. Damnit.

The Journal of the History of Ideas might be the best thing that ever happened to me..

May 16, 2009

Oh yeaaaah. Hippstaaa.

Hipster (urban dictionary.com)
people in thier teens to 20s who generally listen to indie rock, hang out in coffee shops, shop at the thrift store and talk about things like books, music, films and art.
So whatever, this post is very hip but if I make you aware of it, you realize I'm not denying it and thus become less hip. Logical? Not really. Ironic? Maybe.

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Things that I think are really fucking cool as of late in a very lack-of-english major-eloquence.

YELLOW BIRD PROJECT
This is a non-profit that centers around indie music. Oh.My.Fucking.God. Two of my favorite, favorite things combined into one awesome, helping people, attempt at Emerson Oversoul!! ah! This is what I want to do with my life. So much brain sex(see footnote)/excitement, I just can't handle it.
http://www.yellowbirdproject.com/

Emily Well's Juicy cover

Indie Experimental singer/songwriter/badass did a cover of Biggie Small's song "Juicy" I wasn't expecting it to be good. I frumped my eyebrows when I found it. But. Then. I listened to it. Really good. Her voice fits the lyrics in a really strange, unpredictable way.


http://thetapeisnotsticky.com/uploads/2009/05/03-juicy.mp3

San Juans
so beautiful, it defies words.





Star Trek
Unexpected curveball-I've never seen an episode of Star Trek in my life. Everyone, I mean, everyone told me to go see this movie. Usually I just give them the stubborn finger and walk away. I didn't this time. And I'm glad. This movie, for a hollywood blockbuster, was done really well. Except I saw the 40-something nerdy couple next to me making out in the middle of the movie.

Wilco
New album, pretty legit. No Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, but still damn good.

http://beta.wilcoworld.net/records/thealbum/index.php


Tom Robbins
I've almost finished my awesome letter to Tom Robbins. He might be my favorite author. Still Life with Woodpecker=anarchistic, political, strange-sexual themed awesome. (note:The inner English critical analyst just died a little.)

Sexology/Psychopathology
Male psychiatrists would give the women with 'hysteria' (described as being overly emotional and irrational....) "massage pleasure" to calm them down. Um. I forget how little we knew/know about human cognition.

Graduation.
mmmmmmmmm.






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footnote: Brain Sex. A term coined for when the intellectual excitement matches the emotional excitement for incredibly nerdy things one is incredibly passionate about.
Ex- "I was read Walter Benjamin *scoffs* and thinking about modernity and art made me totally have brain sex" or " Watching that documentary on the otherness of African-Americans totally made me realize the power structure of the United States in relation to race, hollywood and bureaucratic systems. Brain Sex, (insert name here) total brain sex"


May 13, 2009

Simplicity

This is going to sound horrible. It is going to make me sound bourgeoisie.It is going to make me sound subtly snobby. It is going to make me sound like I have a lot of shit. These things are all true. But, its almost 3 am and as I'm lying in bed I realized that I used to live like this:


There's nothing more than a mattress, a desk and my records. What happened? My room is cluttered right now with stuff. i hate having a lot of stuff. ive always hated having a lot of stuff. Simplicity is easier, less complicated and less cluster-fucked.

Consumerism, Modern Capitalism you are a brutal, unmerciful killer and collector of stuff.
Or at least, you're going to be my fitting scapegoat.


posttext- If Ira Glass and Neil Young somehow were one man, that man would be my soulmate
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May 11, 2009

Glass

Wandering around my favorite store, Boo Radley's I stumbled across a book that was dedicated to nerdy/geeky men women love. I'm going to skip all the reasons why I should of left this on the table sitting next to "How to Court a Man: Jane Austen style" because I didn't. I picked it up.

The first page, was dedicated to Michel Cera. Typical. I flipped through it some more, find Paul Rudd. Ok, ok, maybe this is bad, but not that bad. But then, near the very last page there is a picture of Ira Glass.

And, holy shit, I don't know what it is about this man but he oozes sex appeal. The fact he studied Semiotics at Brown University means we could sit down and talk about Umberto Eco and Sassure. As foreplay. Oh man. Sad fact - he's kinda perfectionist, egotist (two things which I can totally relate to) but he doesn't "have time" for women. Thanks, Ira.

Anyway, so I shouldn't of picked up that book because it was just bad, I mean, bad but I'm kind of glad I did.

The study of Semiotics?
http://carbon.cudenver.edu/~mryder/itc_data/semiotics.html

Sidenote: I'd never thought I'd say being Spokane was a good thing, (because it rarely ever is) but it was. Go figure.

May 6, 2009

oh yeah i did.

Rewind to Spring Break of my Sophmore year: I stopped smoking, a sudden cold turkey move-a these smokin' sticks are a-killing me- a, oh shit this might give me cancer- my teeth are yellow and I'm obsessed with the cleanliness of them deal. Don't ask. I quit. It's complicated. My logic is flawed in subjectivity and doesn't make sense.

So I quit. One day, I just stopped. I threw away all my cigarettes.
Since then, I have only smoked when I'm very very drunk.

Fast forward to today: I smoked a cigarette. It was beautiful and calming and everything I remember it to be. And hot damn it was delicious.


Rewind to when I was six: [backstory, My mother's a nurse, she's blunt and lovingly aggressive]

I told her I wanted to smoke. I thought nothing of it and went to bed. While she was working her night shift, she gathered photos of lung cancer. I think this might of been illegal.

She came home early that morning and while I was sleeping she hung them all over my room. I woke up to sun streaming through my windows, onto pictures of cancerous lungs hanging from my walls. i lived in the attic so the walls were slanted (like a roof) and so they hung directly in front of your face. If you've never seen a cancerous lung, its disgusting. Seeing them at the age of six is something that'll scar you. Seeing them first thing in the morning, right in front of your face, well, that's something that doesn't really leave your memory. ever.









May 4, 2009

Sun.

Sometimes I forget how beautiful my home is.









May 1, 2009

Why

I should NOT type emails while I am on the phone and incredibly sleeping from melatonin.

Game: Find the sublte sexual typo that I sent to a proffessor. a women who likes other women.
oh.god.ahh!
so awkward!


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Sent: Thursday, April 30, 2009 10:01 PM
To: --------
Subject: RAW!

Hey ----

So I was sitting around and all of a suddent Eddie Murphy's video "party all the time" video came on and I remembered RAW! Anyway, I was wondering if you would be kind enough to let me borrow this? I want to see 80's Eddie in your action.


https://outlook.com/owa/redir.aspx?C=c5f90fcaf8d04b7dbfa91daf120c3f57&URL=http%3a%2f%2fwww.youtube.com%2fwatch%3fv%3dm5LX16zia2k <---- eh eh? Oh Eddie. Thanks! -Katherine


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clue: I want to see 80's eddie in your action.

NOW, IM JUST BAFFLED AT MY LACK OF EDITING SKILLS.