I should make a new blog post.

Oh god.

Drawings I did while bored.

doveglion
by ee cummings

he isn't looking at anything
he isn't looking for something
he isn't looking
he is seeing

what

not something outside himself
not anything inside himself
but himself

himself how

not as some anyone
not as any someone

only as a noone(who is everyone)

top 10 favorite albums of 2009 and others

so this is the new stuff ive been listening to in 2009.
links link to youtube of songs off the album.

1. sharon van etten - because i was in love
2. slow club - yeah so
3. emmy the great - first love
4. god help the girl - god help the girl
5. metric - fantasies
6. tiny vipers - life on earth
7. passion pit - manners
8. blue roses - blue roses
9. the woodlands - the woodlands
10. regina spektor - far



other notables albums including eps:

mountain man - mountain man
laura gibson - beasts of seasons
dirty projectors - bitte orca
chris garneau - el radio
thao with the get down stay down - know better learn faster
timber timbre - timber timbre
animal collective - merriweather post pavilion
the little hands of asphalt - leap years
volcano choir - unmap
bishop allen - grrr...
the bird and the bee - ray guns are not just the future
mirah - (a)spera
the xx - xx
fanfarlo - reservoir
florence and the machine - lungs
elizabeth & the catapult - taller children
devendra banhart - what will we be
the decemberists - hazards of love
maia hirasawa - gbgvssthlm
wilco - wilco
discovery - lp
paniyolo - i'm home
snuffaluffagus - animals
bowerbirds - upper air
ah holly fam'ly - reservoir
the mummers - tale to tell
muse - the resistance
bon iver - blood bank ep
marina and the diamonds - the crown jewels ep

LISTEN

mmmmmmmmmm

Found on far-off pathways:
Sprigs of roses. With stems in hand,
Unsure of how to hold them,
I want to meet you.

As with pale orphaned
children I look for you,--
And to my poor roses
You would be a mother.

[Rainer Maria Rilke]

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Grief surges over me. His face not two feet from mine, my son Theophile sits patiently waiting—and I, his father, have lost the simple right to ruffle his bristly hair, clasp his downy neck, hug his small, lithe, warm body tight against me. There are no words to describe it. My condition is monstrous, iniquitous, revolting, horrible. Suddenly I can take no more. Tears well and my throat emits a hoarse rattle that startles Theophile. Don’t be scared, little man. I love you.

[Jean-Dominique Bauby]

<3

ive been in college

for a month

it seems pretty cool

i like my floor

ive made some friends

classes are alright

food is ok

nice.

haiku: stalk me and i will give you hugs

i want you to know

that i have five pairs of blue

polka dot boxers