August 2010
There is now an explanation for my attraction to facial hair, haha.
THANK GOD FOR JOANNA NEWSOM.
Seriously. I probably wouldn’t be able to attend school anymore if it wasn’t for her. Or leave my house at all. (But, I need to remind myself that it’s JUST school, not the apocalypse.) Somehow, someway, I will make it to her show in Asheville on November 19th. Even if it means going alone. Even if it means pushing my car all the way there or walking or something crazy. I will.
Erin
Joanna Newsom
Erin - Joanna Newsom
IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL.
NO. IT IS A BIG DEAL.
I’m not an angry person, nor am I upset easily. But tonight, I am very angry. I’m in a terrible mood. Actually, I look like this sweet kitty right here.
You know, I just love waking up at 8 in the morning being soaked with sweat. And why will that happen? Oh yeah. MY FAN BROKE. It broke. Did I mention it’s broken? Because it is. I can’t sleep without my fan. And it’s AUGUST IN THE SOUTH. It’s so hot. Just typing this I’m working up a sweat. So, tonight I get to sleep in my nice warm bed, with no fan, and the relaxing August weather. My favorite.
A lot of other things are going on right now that really upset me as well. One starts with “The Adventures of” and ends with “Huckleberry Finn”. That one’s actually very insignificant compared to the others, but it is one nonetheless.
And since I’m already complaining about everything I might as well just let everyone know that pretentious people with false obscurities and dumb facebook pictures really bug me. You walk around in packs and suck anyone in that looks dirty or wears a fedora. And some how you ALL know each other. Who do you think you are to look down on me because I don’t walk around with a snotty look on my face like you didn’t choose to be here but since you are you will graciously grace us your presence?
That is all.
Unattainable
Little Joy
Unattainable - Little Joy
“The half-built condos tower above us like foreboding monoliths of our yuppie futures. I take a look at one of the girls wearing a bright pink keffiyah and carrying a Polaroid camera and think, “If only we carried rocks instead of cameras, we’d look like revolutionaries.” But instead we ignore the weapons that lie at our feet – oblivious to our own impending demise. We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us. We are the last generation, a culmination of all previous things, destroyed by the vapidity that surrounds us. The hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture so detached and disconnected that it has stopped giving birth to anything new.”
—Douglas Haddow (PBLKS.com)
“This person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run a bath and then read in bed.”
—Miranda July
THIS IS NOT A BLOG.
It’s merely a collection of my thoughts and findings on the Internet. An online journal, you could call it. I spend a ton of time on the Internet, therefore it only makes sense for my journal to be online. And I always find things I’d love to share with people. Okay, so maybe it is a blog. But not in the way that I see the word. For some reason that’s such a dirty word to me. Blog. “Read about me talking about myself.” That’s what it conveys to me. And…that’s not what I’m about. I’m about…
