Bach up, it's all about space and some lit!

Cello Suite No. 1 Prelude - Bach
Inbetween the completely bourgeoisie classical stations in the middle of nowhere-- the audiobook I was listening to had this quote, "One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time."

Words, Image, Sound--> Multimedia >A unique, fitting, Postmodern Experience

ayi, ayi, ayi...

UNRELATED SIDENOTE:
I am pretty sure my new office is hella haunted-- or someone is going in there with the LOCKED door and moving my things around.

Best blog. ever.

This blog would be what I would aspire my blog to be:
http://cableandtweed.blogspot.com/


So rad! Music, Comics, Pop Culture-- and totally nerdy.

now, every time I re-read my blog (a vain attempt at proofing it, psshshhaa) I automatically scroll down to the picture of Louis Garrell. My last post- totally fragmented and full of errors but I don't even care! Louis's sexy is infringing upon my writing. Sick. This is a problem. I. Am. Vain.

If music had meaning??

I was driving home today.
It was incredibly rainy.
I was listening to Death Cab, (I know, I know totally cliche)

Sometimes I don't give a fuck if I'm being cliche.

I was driving and I was thinking.
I popped in an old mix I made.
R.E.M song's The One I Love" came on.
Incredibly fucking amazing break-up song.
It's so angry.
So passionate.

Then I remembered this excellent little gem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSuHrTfcikU
(the embedding was disabled)

Speaking of love, I just watched "the beautiful people" a french film tracking the temporary nature of relationships. The movie, I could appreciate, perhaps because I understand the temporal nature of change.
However, I appreciate even more:

Oh, hot damn...

Hey, that's a snowman

I.Can't.Wait.For.Snow.
And Hot toddies.
Chocolate.
Presents.
Spooning while watching holiday themed movies.



I just watched, "Frosty the Snowman" out of sheer nostalgia and i melted inside.
I also noticed that there are a lot of funny things here- the teacher is frumpy, the magician has a mustache (sterotypes of mustaches being villians!) and-- apparently, all of the children are white in public schools.
But, I mean, Gene Autry's rugged voice paired with deep seeded nostalgia, merely a means for internal feelings of contentment.

Grab My Goat.

Goats have been a recent motif in my life as of late



.
And yes, this picture does say, 'Teat' & 'PropARTganda'. (how fucking clever!) Wait. If you didn't read all the labels of the parts of a goat- I suggest you go back and at least find the tassle.

Goat Motifs:

While driving to an elementary school I saw a hand-made wooden white silhouette of a goat, labeled, "Cashmere Goats" an below that in stenciled blue writing, "Kids for Sale"

This is incredibly hilarious because from far away it just looks like an oddly shaped "Kids for Sale" sign out in the country sprawl.

While getting the mail four days ago, I hear an animal sound. You know, the kind of animal sound that takes a suburban-sprawler by surprise. It wasn't a crow, or a squirrel on the roof, or even the lulling bark of a dog. I grab the mail look over into my neighbors back yard, or rather, *plot of land* and see small goats staring at me with incredibly beady black eyes. Their pupils are alarming and strangely sideways.

Then, today while I was paroozing online-- because I managed to find some time for sanity in the 9 to 5, I read....

THAT THE MOUNTAIN GOATS ARE COMING TO SEATTLE.
IN NOVEMBER.
Now, they tour a lot, but I have never, not even once, seen them live.




I am ecstatic. Not only because that band picture has composition of the cows/awesome corduroy hipster jacket, but because I hate November. It is my least favorite month. It's cold, summer's over, life is settling down to short days and long nights-- (other cliche unimportant aspects not worth complaining about) but, I plan on seeing "where the wild things are" and trying to see the mountain goats in concert AND not to mention, my job is going to settle way the fuck down-- November might be the month that steals the show, considering 2009 has been a strange year indeed.



It should also be noted that I will pay proper homage to the Garbage goat, for sucking on my garbage, so incredibly hard and fast...

Tell me whats wrong here

The main headline of CNN.com reads,
World watches odyssey of 'Balloon Boy'

The top world stories, written in small text, to the right of the "Balloon Boy" story read:

• Pakistan attacks militant hideouts
• Far-right UK party to consider non-whites
• U.N. panel debates Gaza War report
• Strike protests job cuts in Puerto Rico
• More than 1 billion going hungry, U.N. says
• 2,500 seek release of U.S. hikers held in Iran
• Africa's Lake Chad withering, U.N. agency says

Let's take a step back and analyze the dynamics of media coverage...

My own handyman + scholar

So in the last week I had to fix my dishwasher and I had to defrost my refrigerator.

I feel like my own handyman, even though our handyman is really hot and speaks french. (no, I'm not kidding)
I don't speak french and I am not a hot male, so I cannot replace him.
But! Both appliances are working, so thats a plus?



Today, I also realized that I love what I'm doing, I really love book & I miss literature. I had to deliver something to the old English offices, and, I realized how much of a void is in my life because I am not reading books and theorizing their context. I MISS POSTMODERNISM! I MISS POST COLONIAL STUDIES. I MISS GENDER REPRESENTATION.

Being a professional student would be *so* awesome.