Wait, you know CLOUDAPHILE? She's so lovely! Her underwear trick will save me lots of time and inconvenience at the store.
icanteven
March 2012
Hi Madhu, I saw your photo on the pictory blog and found myself here. So you are leaving for Austin this year? Lucky DUCK! Austin is the BEST place on earth and UT is pretty awesome as well! Enjoy!
I am one lucky DUCK!
No, but in all seriousness, thank you :)
SEEING ARCADE FIRE TOMORROW
in the haze of all my frantic studying & APA-approved research paper writing & kindle freaking & youtube watching & family loving & NEW MEXICO-ing & hot air balloon R.I.P.ing & packing & unpacking & secret-life-changing-decisions-ing & summer planning & people missing & ALL THE -ING GERUNDS ——— I ALMOST FORGOT THAT I AM SEEING ARCADE FIRE TOMORROW SO EVERYTHING, AND I MEAN EVERYTHING, IS OKAY AND GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL.
mountains beyond mountains
“I like old things they make me sad”
“Whats good about being sad?”
“Its happy for deep people” —Doctor Who 3.11 “Blink”
“Whats good about being sad?”
“Its happy for deep people” —Doctor Who 3.11 “Blink”
all of the stars have faded away
so, I haven’t posted anything ~~real~~ in awhile. since The Shins’ new album is releasing, I was thinking about how I consider The Shins one of my top 5 favorite bands even though I never heard them on the radio, they haven’t released a new album in 5 years, I honestly don’t even know what most of them look like and they just aren’t considered “celebrities” to me. They’re artists through and through. I enjoy music without even knowing the people who make it most of the time—and it’s the same way with art for me. If I feel something when listening to the string of sounds and words, I like it. I hold onto it. Because feeling something—actually being moved by someone else’s words or actions or thoughts or emotions is so rare in this electronic age. I’ve come to realize that. It’s the same way with Oasis—I get a chill when I listen to their words. They split up 3 years ago…but that means nothing. When an artist dies (like most famous artists ARE dead), people don’t forget their work. It’s not like that with celebrities though—-they fall through the cracks, forgotten. Their beauty fades from memories. Those whose art lasts are so rare and special and I can’t help but feel so full thinking about how I will never forget these artists. They will live on in my mind.
What was the point of all this? There really was none. It’s just something I realized when “Stop Crying Your Heart Out” came up on my shuffle and I stopped surfing blogs or whatever it is I do on the internet to listen to the words. That’s the reason I love music. It’s an art-form like no other.
