In blatant response to Lisa's summer playlist.
Ok, I know these are basically a lot of softballs, but it's summer, so if you can't see any good in this, all I have to say is: Die hipster scum.
Song Against Sex ... Neutral Milk Hotel
At the Zoo ... Simon and Garfunkel
Stars Fell on Alabama ... Ella Fitzgerald
Breathless Over You ... Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
One Headlight ... The Wallflowers
Wouldn't It Be Nice ... The Beach Boys
I'll Do Anything ... Jason Mraz
Kodachrome ... Paul Simon
Just My Imagination ... The Cranberries
Doreen ... The Old 97's
Only the Good Die Young ... Billy Joel
Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side ... Magnetic Fields
The First Cut Is the Deepest ... Cat Stevens
Graceland ... Paul Simon
Waterloo Sunset ... The Kinks
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My new steady state...
...is frustrated.
Carbon copies are just painful faded memories of the original and
why
am
I
trying
to
replicate
what
was
once
in
a
lifetime
?
Carbon copies are just painful faded memories of the original and
why
am
I
trying
to
replicate
what
was
once
in
a
lifetime
?
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Taming of the Shrew
Favorite Quotes:
Sly: Am I a lord, an have I such a lady? Or do I dream? Or have I dreamed till now? I do not sleep. I see, I hear, I speak. I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things. Upon my life, I am a lord indeed, and not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.
Sly: Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip. We shall ne'er be younger.
Petruccio (in my favorite mini-speach of all time): Such wind as scatters young men through the world to seek their fortunes farther than at home, where small experience grows. But in a few, Signor Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceased, and I have thrust myself into this maze happily to wive and thrive as best I may. Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, and so am come abroad to see the world.
Petruccio: Where two raging fires meet together they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Petruccio: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; and kiss me, Kate. We will be married o' Sunday.
Petruccio: 'Tis the mind tht makes the body rich, and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Lucentio: Love wrought these miracles.
Gremio: My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Widow: He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Misogyny and general ridiculousness aside, this play is outrageously great, and I think Petruccio has to get the bulk of the credit. I don't think I've ever read a character before who's so wide-eyed, open, and adventurous while being completely aware of himself and in control of all situations. He's got everything figured out from line one, and he never gets flustered throughout the play. It's impossible to catch this guy off guard. I like that Petruccio has developed some character and self-assurance at home before he goes out to see the world, so he's adding to himself abroad, rather than creating himself. I also like the contrast between Petruccio and Gremio; even though Gremio is older and more established, he's just a confused fool, subject to the actions of others and the tides of fate, while Petruccio uses his smarts and others' weaknesses to create his own reality.
The plays within plays within plays within this play blow my mind. Do we all have to learn to act in order to fulfill different roles in our lives, and are the most successful people just the best actors? What does it mean to be yourself? Are there different versions of yourself, or are you always yourself, or is there no such thing as yourself? Are we what we are or are we what other people think we are? Who are we what we are for? Can you still be guided by strong principles at the same time that you act against them?
So incredible. I love this play because it's going to change the way I think as I walk down the street tomorrow. I will be acting a part, and wondering if anyone will notice, and hoping that everyone else is doing the same.
Not the best of the best, but pretty far up there. Thanks Will, three and three quarter stars out of five.
Sly: Am I a lord, an have I such a lady? Or do I dream? Or have I dreamed till now? I do not sleep. I see, I hear, I speak. I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things. Upon my life, I am a lord indeed, and not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.
Sly: Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip. We shall ne'er be younger.
Petruccio (in my favorite mini-speach of all time): Such wind as scatters young men through the world to seek their fortunes farther than at home, where small experience grows. But in a few, Signor Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceased, and I have thrust myself into this maze happily to wive and thrive as best I may. Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, and so am come abroad to see the world.
Petruccio: Where two raging fires meet together they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Petruccio: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; and kiss me, Kate. We will be married o' Sunday.
Petruccio: 'Tis the mind tht makes the body rich, and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Lucentio: Love wrought these miracles.
Gremio: My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
Widow: He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Misogyny and general ridiculousness aside, this play is outrageously great, and I think Petruccio has to get the bulk of the credit. I don't think I've ever read a character before who's so wide-eyed, open, and adventurous while being completely aware of himself and in control of all situations. He's got everything figured out from line one, and he never gets flustered throughout the play. It's impossible to catch this guy off guard. I like that Petruccio has developed some character and self-assurance at home before he goes out to see the world, so he's adding to himself abroad, rather than creating himself. I also like the contrast between Petruccio and Gremio; even though Gremio is older and more established, he's just a confused fool, subject to the actions of others and the tides of fate, while Petruccio uses his smarts and others' weaknesses to create his own reality.
The plays within plays within plays within this play blow my mind. Do we all have to learn to act in order to fulfill different roles in our lives, and are the most successful people just the best actors? What does it mean to be yourself? Are there different versions of yourself, or are you always yourself, or is there no such thing as yourself? Are we what we are or are we what other people think we are? Who are we what we are for? Can you still be guided by strong principles at the same time that you act against them?
So incredible. I love this play because it's going to change the way I think as I walk down the street tomorrow. I will be acting a part, and wondering if anyone will notice, and hoping that everyone else is doing the same.
Not the best of the best, but pretty far up there. Thanks Will, three and three quarter stars out of five.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Two Gentlemen of Verona
My Shakespeare project chugs along happily.
Two Gentlemen of Verona was lame, no bones about it. My greatest qualm by far with Shakespeare's (possibly) first play is the inconsistency with which people are ruled by love. At first, the loves between Proteus and Julia and Valentine and Silvia are unavoidable, all-consuming loves-to-end-all-loves. Through the course of the play, though, both Proteus and Valentine let their loves for their respective ladies be governed by the sort rationality and fairness that normally exist between friends playing a jovial game. In the very last scene (during which all of the impossible tension and drama that has built up throughout the acts is dismissed in a single, shamefully Shakespearian: "Oops!"), Proteus reverts his love from Silvia back to his original squeeze, Julia, as if he were flicking a switch on an operating board.
Why do the men play at love like a rational game, while the women are helpless in its power? Why, indeed.
I'm going to chalk this one up to inexperience, Will. One star out of five.
Two Gentlemen of Verona was lame, no bones about it. My greatest qualm by far with Shakespeare's (possibly) first play is the inconsistency with which people are ruled by love. At first, the loves between Proteus and Julia and Valentine and Silvia are unavoidable, all-consuming loves-to-end-all-loves. Through the course of the play, though, both Proteus and Valentine let their loves for their respective ladies be governed by the sort rationality and fairness that normally exist between friends playing a jovial game. In the very last scene (during which all of the impossible tension and drama that has built up throughout the acts is dismissed in a single, shamefully Shakespearian: "Oops!"), Proteus reverts his love from Silvia back to his original squeeze, Julia, as if he were flicking a switch on an operating board.
Why do the men play at love like a rational game, while the women are helpless in its power? Why, indeed.
I'm going to chalk this one up to inexperience, Will. One star out of five.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
For No One and All of You
don't fall in love with me yet
we only recently met
true i'm in love with you but
you might decide i'm a nut
give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo
then when you see your error
then you can flee in terror
like everybody else does
i only tell you this cause
i'm easy to get rid of
but not if you fall in love
know now that i'm on the make
and if you make a mistake
my heart will certainly break
i'll have to jump in the lake
and all my friends will blame you
there's no telling what they'll do
it's only fair to tell you
i'm absolutely cuckoo.
we only recently met
true i'm in love with you but
you might decide i'm a nut
give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo
then when you see your error
then you can flee in terror
like everybody else does
i only tell you this cause
i'm easy to get rid of
but not if you fall in love
know now that i'm on the make
and if you make a mistake
my heart will certainly break
i'll have to jump in the lake
and all my friends will blame you
there's no telling what they'll do
it's only fair to tell you
i'm absolutely cuckoo.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Christmas 2008
With any luck, by next year,
I'll be going with one of these guys
...
But for now let me say
Without hope or agenda,
Just because it's Christmas -
(and at Christmas you tell the truth)
To me, you are perfect
And my wasted heart will love you
Until you look like this.
...
Merry Christmas.
I'll be going with one of these guys
...
But for now let me say
Without hope or agenda,
Just because it's Christmas -
(and at Christmas you tell the truth)
To me, you are perfect
And my wasted heart will love you
Until you look like this.
...
Merry Christmas.
Me and the bard.
Getting quite excited about my new goal of finishing Shakespeare this year. I want to put up the quotes I liked up at the end of each play; I'm not done with Two Gentlemen of Verona yet but here's to jumping the gun:
Proteus: Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me, made me neglect my studies, lose my time, war with good counsel, set the world at naught; made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Lucetta: I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so because I think him so.
Lucetta: Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Julia: But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, his tears pure messengers sent from his heart, his heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
Valentine: What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by -
I'm a fan of the mushy stuff :) A good year to reflect on love when it's all around with none to be had.
Proteus: Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me, made me neglect my studies, lose my time, war with good counsel, set the world at naught; made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Lucetta: I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so because I think him so.
Lucetta: Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.
Julia: But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, his tears pure messengers sent from his heart, his heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
Valentine: What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by -
I'm a fan of the mushy stuff :) A good year to reflect on love when it's all around with none to be had.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Lovely. Lovely. Day.
woke up six am snooze too tired snooze have to get up shower too late run to the station train muffin switch muffin bryan laura tamara cold sleepy drive drive drive fresh pastries damn liars i like your scarf im just feeling it i can see that dont scare up trouble now oh we wont oh god city kids in the country wheres a starbucks you ready no you ready no you ready ok lets go jo give directions i cant see is that her house slow the f down look there they are ok apple time grab a bucket none with worms i like the mashing better switch the water pre wash real wash chuck them in the smasher bits everywhere byrons covered in bits angelicas covered in bits bryans covered in bits jos covered in bits whos your little stanford friend competition for biggest apple littlest apple greenest apple reddest apple most average apple i found the daily capple bring me the child we have to sacrifice the best for the good of the many laura is the stalin of apple mashing bryan can be lennin can i be lech walensa i met lech walensa what what what meaningful splashing hands underwater a bit went in my mouth just eat it and be thankful this one looks like a lemon but its really an apple shes the best kid ever try the juice oh god so good thank you thank you thank you for having us for letting us be here well see you next year festival time where are you taking us am i in how to make an american quilt you've been following him for half an hour rosie where are you going lets just walk it two for admission no just one guess marriage doesnt mean much try for a crab lose lose bryans like a little kid crash and burn cider beer the best thing ever garlic crab fries so hot so hot pet the llamas pick the blackberries tamara eat your blackberry and ill see you in hell hokey music shoulder shoulder shoulder apple cobbler caramel apples we have to get them from the christians dipping plate secret purple dog purchase clay to juggle hidden identity fan club cheering cheering cheering fourth place not so bad ok time to go need more apples more tries for a hermit crab haggle haggle got the deal bryan scores buy the cage too freaking scam what to name him calvin coolidge why do you pick the worst president how about kiera knightly no no no why dont we name him shut up crabby shut up it is so negative needs to be inspirational ok hes teddy rooseveldt its homage to lucas tamara can call him teddy laura and bryan can say tr and i get my president agreed back to starbucks two dollar cold drinks fashioning a water cup for tr hope hes happy hold it steady pass it off across the universe beatles beatles beatles love actually love actually love actually laura and i will work on a cargo ship tamara will read life of pi is tr dead no just terrified laura goes movies mine see you all tomorrow at the picnic try not to smell like apples.
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