my oh my july

where have you been?
where have you gone?
are you really almost done?

I am so... confused by the blur of life around me.

I also must say that so far, today has been a terrible day.
I just feel so utterly defeated by everything.

And I really hate to hear myself say this, but July, I think will be glad when you are gone.

moving

can be tough.

Today I said goodbye to my favourite wall.



All of my memories from the past two+ years replaced once again by a blank slate.

This was strangely cathartic. :)

“If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him” (James 1:5).

i'm totally crushing

Jars of Clay is so so so good.

The show last night was very unprofessional and therefore somehow also very personal.
There were many "technical possibilities" as Dan called them.



Also Dan Haseltine is definitely one of my favourite people right now.

My 11-year-old self is telling me I told you so.

be nice to water

this is very interesting:

The Longer I Lay Here (live)

Laziness cuts me like fine cutlery...



by pedro the lion. (this is only a live version, so hear the original, and the whole album, if you can.)

dear kenny becker:

also, you really should have been there.

hopefully this will get through to you.

jesus stole my heart and chris martin sweated on me

I spent way too much time in L.A.

Then I went and worked at Summer Camp!

Coldplay!!!



The Setlist:
Life In Technicolor
Violet Hill
Clocks
In My Place
Yellow
Glass Of Water
Cemeteries Of London
42
Fix You
Strawberry Swing
God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
Talk
The Hardest Part (with just Chris on a piano on a sidestage)
Postcards From Far Away (piano instrumental)
Viva La Vida
Lost!
Green Eyes (acoustic, on a stage RIGHT BY US!)
Sitting on the Dock of the Bay / Death Will Never Conquer (Acoustic, sung by Will)
Billie Jean (acoustic cover)
Viva La Vida (remix interlude)
Politik
Lovers In Japan
Death And All His Friends
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The Scientist
Life in Technicolor ii
The Escapist (outro)


Wow.

I am perplexed, but not despairing.
Actually: instead I am joyful.

love

  Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
   I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
   Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
   I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
   Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
   Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
   Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

- Pablo Neruda

(c) 1978
Translation by Margaret Sayers Peden