August 2010
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One of these things is not like the others
Friday night:
1) Eat a pear 2) Vacuum the house 3) Mop floorboards 4) Get a video call and find myself web-cammed into a party Auckland, New Zealand at 2am, and hang out in a (slightly drunk) circle of people I love/people I’ve never met and listen to music/sing along together from two different cities, across the Tasman sea.
<3 I miss you guys.
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“I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my...”
– Alice Walker (via kari-shma)
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Sun Also Rises (Ft. Rachael Yamagata) Ben Arthur
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Thoughts while waiting for spring
This week the sun peeked out from all that rain and cold, giving some hope of spring. Australia has such frightful winters — bone chilling, and without the compensation of snow. Maybe I took the turn for granted, because while typing this thing a big clamor rang out like a frightful train had crashed into the house (it was a freak lightning storm).
So many people seem to have laryngitis...
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Kinaesthetics
Melissa: Hey, how's it going? Have you finished moving yet?
Hein: I find you never really stop moving. Life is moving.
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Now We Are Free (cover of Hans Zimmer and Lisa...
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“Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.”
– Henry David Thoreau (via newfilosofee)
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Flutter, flutter
Woke up today in a nest of blankets, all lovely and warm but slightly confused. Something was rattling outside of the cocoon of sheets. It was early, still. The room still had a slight chill, and the light was grey through the slits between my blinds.
Something seemed kinetic, though. Something that demanded urgent attention. Like looking for that one wonky thing in a child’s picture game,...
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“Now, absence can only exist as a consequence of the other: it is the other who...”
– from ‘A Lover’s Discource: Fragments’ — Roland Barthes. Translated by Richard Howard. (via Sasha Wants More)
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A touch of sunshine
I’m back from sunny Queensland, missing the sunshine — even the smell of it, dashed onto the dirt and my shirts, or the musk of sweat and grilled meat from stalls along the temporary streets catering to 32 odd thousand. Splendour In The Grass was amazing beyond words.
The strangest thing is, lying on my back in the dark up in Woodfordia, Catrina’s sleeping bag kicked loosely...
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Walking On A Dream Empire Of The Sun (via...
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Animal Miike Snow (via deathisthestandard)
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“My wife is deaf. Once she asked me if snow made a sound when it fell and I lied....”
– from ‘Snow Falls And Disappears’, part of ‘The Secret Lives Of People In Love’ - Simon Van Booy
There something terribly powerful about this early line. Book review here 