Monday, July 30, 2012

Sunday, July 29, 2012

“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.” - Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

What I'm Listening To

Modest Mouse-Ocean Breathes Salty
Little Dragon-Ritual Union
LCD Soundsystem-Dance Yrself Clean
Heartless Bastards-Into The Open
Feist-How Come You Never Go There?
Spoon-The Underdog
James Blake-The Wilhelm Scream
Bright Eyes-First Day of My Life
Sleigh Bells-End of the Line
John Coltrane-My Favorite Things

What then is truth?

What then is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms — in short, a sum of human relations, which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins.

We still do not know where the urge for truth comes from; for as yet we have heard only of the obligation imposed by society that it should exist: to be truthful means using the customary metaphors - in moral terms, the obligation to lie according to fixed convention, to lie herd-like in a style obligatory for all…

Friedrich Nietzsche, ’On truth and lie in an extra-moral sense,’ The Viking Portable Nietzsche

“Find me now. Before someone else does.” - Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

The Truth Is

The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die. 

Renton, Trainspotting

“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.” - Albert Schweitzer

"There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory that states that this has already happened." Douglas Adams


Sunday, July 15, 2012

What I'm Listening To

Cat Power-Blue 
The Lumineers-Ho Hey
Fleet Foxes-Montezuma
Best Coast-Our Deal
Radiohead-Everything In Its Right Place
The Generationals-When They Fight, They Fight
Lykke Li-Until We Bleed
Thievery Corporation-Until The Morning
Modest Mouse-Blame It On The Tetons
Feist-The Bad In Each Other
St. Vincent-Dilettante
Fleetwood Mac-Gypsy

“Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.” - Louisa May Alcott

If you watch someone...

“If you watch someone long enough you notice the little things that compose them. A nervouse tic. Drumming fingers. A shifting gaze. You see how they look at another person thinking that nobody can see that god forsaken lovesick expression on their faces. You can’t hate someone if you watch them long enough. It’s just impossible. Try it sometime. Sometimes people look so sad when they think no one’s watching. Or you catch a small smile on their face when they’re thinking of someone they love. Watch someone on the subway. The train. Driving the car next to you. There’s something intriguing about looking at someone and knowing that they’re carrying a story that you just can’t figure out by looking at them. Everyone has a goddamn tale to tell if only you’d just let them. That’s what I like, I think. The mystery of a person that you don’t know. Basis for characters, I collect people. I collect faces. I collect expressions and smiles and beautiful eyes and the words that come out of their mouths. I just, simply put, am both enamored and disgusted by the human race.”


Saturday, July 14, 2012