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// TWENTY-SOMETHING FIVE-YEAR-OLD. AUDIOPHILE. WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. HELLO, WELCOME TO MY ATTENTION SPAN. //
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I don’t see too many teenagers at comic book movies. I certainly see a ton of 25-35 year old men at comic book movies. We walk a line that teenagers don’t. We know about the superhero complex. We came of age before computers slammed us with every angle on every story… minute-by-minute in real time. We had to pick and choose our content rather than have it force-fed to us. We picked the heroes we love because we saw ourselves in them.
Why We Still Need Superheroes, Nick Orsini via Thought CatalogI learned it at just twenty-one or twenty-two… at an age when most guys are starting only to suspect the basics of adulthood - that life owes you nothing; that suffering takes many forms; that no one will ever care for you as your mother did; that the human heart is a chump.
David Foster Wallace (The Pale King)I hear what many of you are saying: We don’t have the time, we are busy. Well Nobody Has Time, Everyone Is Busy. In the time it took you to read this post, your life just got a minute shorter. That is precisely why we read (and why some of us write): because life is short and finite, we want more, and literature is the distillation of all those lives we will not lead.
Jessica Zafra (via butnotquite)“You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.” ♪ Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth (Gotye Cover)
What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
Nick Hornby, High Fidelity“Dear Lily and Marshall, I don’t know if you know this but I never took your names off the lease. Well today, I took my name off it. The apartment is now yours. And I think I finally figured out the best thing to do with Robin’s old room. See for me this place had begun to feel a little haunted. At first I thought it was haunted by Robin, but now I think it was haunted by me. Well no ghost is at peace until it finally moves on. I need a change and I think you do too. This apartment needs some new life so please make our old home your new home. It is now ghost free. Love, Ted.”
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- Jan 31, 12
Here I am stressing about things that I would ordinarily regard as banalities; things that are of little or no importance. For the past hour (or two, I am not keeping count), I find myself asking questions like, "Should I wear the white pants and the frilly top tomorrow?" "Or my gray pencil skirt paired with the light pink blazer, perhaps?" "Hair up or hair down?" "If they ask what my nickname is, do I stick with just Bev or do I say Bang (which almost always ends up morphing into Bebang, often used by closest of friends and kin but I find ugly anyway)?" "How, by the way, am I going to keep up with the impeachment trial now?"
(Read more ...) - Aug 27, 11
Not for the first time, I find myself staring at a blank page, at a loss for words. A solitary coherent statement painstakingly takes me five to ten minutes to compose, my clauses deciding to take a detour every once in a while. I digress and digress and digress until I lose sight of the specific resolution I originally meant to articulate. Everytime I try to write, I end up facing a wall.
(Read more ...) - Aug 02, 11Me, staring at a mirror
my back against another:
I am looking at myselflooking at myselflooking at myself.
Looking at you. - Jul 12, 11
I ran away in floods of shame. I'll never tell how close I came. But I'll be home, lover, I'll be home in a little while. — Mumford & Sons, (Lover I'll Be) Home // [Because here I am crawling right back to Livejournal and moving entries from the other blog in pieces.]
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(Read more ...) - Jul 12, 11
Yesterday I was told that there is little relevance between my employment history and the post I was hoping to land. When I got home I had an admonition waiting for me on Twitter: "Life hands you what you want. But first you gotta know what it is you want." What they forget to tell you is that life never hands it to you on a golden platter.
(Read more ...) - Oct 03, 10Blogging somewhere else, the idea of completely moving under consideration in the meantime.
- Sep 12, 10Currently reading:
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss while munching on (supposedly healthy!) garden salad.
(Read more ...) - Sep 10, 10Or A Mixtape (Kind Of) On Spirituality, Faith, And The Like
(Read more ...) - May 23, 10
The tour guide asked, do you know what the Japanese word 'shinyo' means?
It means 'shake the ocean'.
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I expect to be a penniless bum soon (in approximately one week, actually) which means I'll finally be able to update this journal more often with entries in which I talk about:
(Read more ...) - Apr 20, 10I am showing you my life:
At half past midnight on a Tuesday night which is really Wednesday morning, this room is still stifling. Heavy with the oppressive weight of sticky heat, you're almost made to believe you may only be imagining the incessant murmur of the airconditioning unit. Ah, but this is summer in the Philippines. In a couple of months or so, the colorful umbrella you keep stored under the staircase would be protecting you from rain, in place of the scorching summer sun.
(Read more ...) - Mar 07, 10
It's the last day of my so-called one-week sabbatical before beginning my final week at the current job and starting at the new one next week. I'm taking time to breathe today. Ah, good ol' R&R. This is how I am, currently:
(Read more ...) - Feb 22, 10I. For brighter lights that burn, baby, burn.
One year, six months and one week. Not that I kept count. I had always imagined the end to be glorious -- the sky would be a fiery orange, and I would barge out of the room with a thunder in my voice, "I cannot take it anymore! I have lost to disinterest.", and never come back again with my post-its and notebooks and plastic tumbler in tow. Outside, I would cast my eyes upward, feeling like I was looking freedom in the eye. Instead, and in truth, I am making my exit quietly. The closest to high drama I ever came to was that talk with the b-i-t-c-h, (she lay claim to the term herself, mind you) in which I pictured knocking some sense into her in my head, literally (if I only weighed more, which is short of a miracle).
(Read more ...) - Jan 21, 10
The system clock reads 1:53 in the afternoon where I am (which is in front of my slightly cluttered office desk) and I tell myself I will get down to serious business by 2 o' clock. In seven minutes I will stop lollygagging, will close the Google Reader window, will have posted this to LJ.
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(Read more ...) - Nov 27, 09
Do you write better when you're sad? Lots of people do.
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