sounds like: "BIRTHDAY SONG" judy and mary
feels like: achy
I've been feverishly downloading Japanese artists, including:
@ The "Killer Tune" single from 東京事変 (Tokyo Incidents)
@ "I'M GONNA SCREAM" from Tommy heavenly6
@ "MOSH PIT ON DISNEY" a compilation of international, but mainly Japanase and American artists covering Disney songs
@ various songs by 愛川ななせ、HALCALI and JUDY AND MARY
It's been gloomy weather lately and the sun goes down early. It's only 4:49pm and the sun is already gone. I have been making many mailer mixes to cheer myself and those receiving up! (^-^)"
I've recieved from friends: "Graduation" by Kanye West, "Finding Forever" by Common and "SMILE" by The Beach Boys. Check 'Em Out!
11.13.2007
Les Jours Tristes
sounds like: "ceremony" new order
feels like: tummy ache
I made a mix today:
What Becomes of the Broken Hearted? - The Temptations
つみとばつ (Crime and Punishment) - 椎名林檎 [Ringo Shiina]
Pluto - Björk
When Lovelight Starts Shining Through His Eyes - Diana Ross & The Supremes
Fire - Kimya Dawson
Ceremony - New Order
We Are The Sleepyheads - Belle & Sebastian
Rebellion (Lies) - Arcade Fire
I'm So Tired - The Beatles
Coney Island - Death Cab For Cutie
Runner's High - The Pillows
Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk - Rufus Wainwright
Les Jours Tristes - Yann Tiersen
Feeling Good - Nina Simone
(This Is) The Dream Of Evan And Chan - DNTEL
This Boy (feat. Loney, Dear) - I'm From Barcelona
You Are What You Love - Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins
Strawberry - YUKI
喧嘩上等 (A Fine Quarrel) - 東京事変 [Tokyo Incidents]
Whir - Smashing Pumpkins
He Did It - The Ronettes
He Can Only Hold Her - Amy Winehouse
Lay Down (Candles in the Rain) - Melanie
The order hasn't been finalized yet, but these are my current favorite songs I've compiled for my friend Schewel to listen to.
Tonight I worked on some drawings and a comic of when I saw Shonen Knife in concert at the Middle East Upstairs.
やった！
feels like: tummy ache
I made a mix today:
What Becomes of the Broken Hearted? - The Temptations
つみとばつ (Crime and Punishment) - 椎名林檎 [Ringo Shiina]
Pluto - Björk
When Lovelight Starts Shining Through His Eyes - Diana Ross & The Supremes
Fire - Kimya Dawson
Ceremony - New Order
We Are The Sleepyheads - Belle & Sebastian
Rebellion (Lies) - Arcade Fire
I'm So Tired - The Beatles
Coney Island - Death Cab For Cutie
Runner's High - The Pillows
Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk - Rufus Wainwright
Les Jours Tristes - Yann Tiersen
Feeling Good - Nina Simone
(This Is) The Dream Of Evan And Chan - DNTEL
This Boy (feat. Loney, Dear) - I'm From Barcelona
You Are What You Love - Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins
Strawberry - YUKI
喧嘩上等 (A Fine Quarrel) - 東京事変 [Tokyo Incidents]
Whir - Smashing Pumpkins
He Did It - The Ronettes
He Can Only Hold Her - Amy Winehouse
Lay Down (Candles in the Rain) - Melanie
The order hasn't been finalized yet, but these are my current favorite songs I've compiled for my friend Schewel to listen to.
Tonight I worked on some drawings and a comic of when I saw Shonen Knife in concert at the Middle East Upstairs.
やった！
11.12.2007
Massachusetts Avenue
sounds like: "lo-fi boy, fighter girl" the pillows
feels like: boston
tastes like: luke-warm oolong tea
old picture from when i lived on mass ave.
This past weekend I went to Boston. Most of the weekend was spent on a couch watching movies with my usual rag tag crew. On the last day we (my man and I) split up to see old friends we hadn't in a while and planned to meet up at the bus station four hours later. My friend had to tend to some things so our session in Harvard square ended early, however it was great to see him again since we hadn't had a good restaurant bitch session in nearly eight months.
going down st. boltoph today!
So I skipped over to the #1 MBTA bus just as I had a hundred times before years earlier when I resided in the South End on the Roxbury line. I road my old bus route down Massachusetts Ave., over the Charles which glimmered spectacularly in the sunset and made me ache a little for a life I had five years ago. I got off the bus into the night where I always used to: in front of the orange line T stop and looked across the street to where my ol' stoop was. It was lonely looking. I lingered around my old block for an hour or so, following the ghosts of my past through old ally ways and dusty tobacco shops, up through corridor park and into the depths of Boston. The Prudential sparkled down on me as I strolled through the park, watching the wealthy walk their fine bred dogs and peeking up into their posh apartments wondering what it would be like to live there.
I wound up at Copley and tourists asked me directions I could answer. I headed own Boylston and regarded all the stores and reminisced all those late nights I walked this street back home from the movies or a convention. The dead of the streets and the liveliness of our laughter clashing in my memory. I slipped through the stink of Chinatown, leaving the wealthy with their shops and now dodging dealers and poor Asian grandmothers to the bus station where my boyfriend was waiting for me upon a marble bench.
It was the kind of walk I've been hungering for. Being immersed in the anonymity of the city, possessing the old souled resident's knowledge of the area, floating down rivery sidewalks and sucking in the energy that glowed up into the sky. It was like walking into the fountain of youth and coming out full and supple again.
It also convinced me that I should not move back to the city. I should find a new city to get re-acquainted with and that's what I will do.
feels like: boston
tastes like: luke-warm oolong tea
old picture from when i lived on mass ave.
This past weekend I went to Boston. Most of the weekend was spent on a couch watching movies with my usual rag tag crew. On the last day we (my man and I) split up to see old friends we hadn't in a while and planned to meet up at the bus station four hours later. My friend had to tend to some things so our session in Harvard square ended early, however it was great to see him again since we hadn't had a good restaurant bitch session in nearly eight months.
going down st. boltoph today!
So I skipped over to the #1 MBTA bus just as I had a hundred times before years earlier when I resided in the South End on the Roxbury line. I road my old bus route down Massachusetts Ave., over the Charles which glimmered spectacularly in the sunset and made me ache a little for a life I had five years ago. I got off the bus into the night where I always used to: in front of the orange line T stop and looked across the street to where my ol' stoop was. It was lonely looking. I lingered around my old block for an hour or so, following the ghosts of my past through old ally ways and dusty tobacco shops, up through corridor park and into the depths of Boston. The Prudential sparkled down on me as I strolled through the park, watching the wealthy walk their fine bred dogs and peeking up into their posh apartments wondering what it would be like to live there.
I wound up at Copley and tourists asked me directions I could answer. I headed own Boylston and regarded all the stores and reminisced all those late nights I walked this street back home from the movies or a convention. The dead of the streets and the liveliness of our laughter clashing in my memory. I slipped through the stink of Chinatown, leaving the wealthy with their shops and now dodging dealers and poor Asian grandmothers to the bus station where my boyfriend was waiting for me upon a marble bench.
It was the kind of walk I've been hungering for. Being immersed in the anonymity of the city, possessing the old souled resident's knowledge of the area, floating down rivery sidewalks and sucking in the energy that glowed up into the sky. It was like walking into the fountain of youth and coming out full and supple again.
It also convinced me that I should not move back to the city. I should find a new city to get re-acquainted with and that's what I will do.
11.04.2007
一つだけ
sounds like: "一つだけ" JUDY AND MARY
Only One JUDY AND MARY
The fragment of a memory I saw in an operaglass is desperately, infantilely cute
I change the form of my bittersweet memories so you're always sweet to me
I'll make sure with the palm of my hand: hold onto my premonition and blow a kiss into the wind
Summer begins with a sunset, sunflowers blossom into my skirt
Hit by the rain, fireworks stain the sky in a dazzling collection of light
Please don't say goodbye, I only have one wish
I'm waiting for the summer
And if I were to bloom, light me up with your touch
And if I were to cry, make the sky blue with your song
Even now, in the sky there is only one
At any time it's all so dear to me
Flickering, flickering
The blues and the moon bring out the stars twinkling inside me
I'll never empty out and let my love wither, we made a pinky promise
I'm unsteady, don't part from me
Make sure of me, and that on the other side of the wind
Summer is waiting
And if I were to bloom, light me up with your touch
And if I were to cry, raise the sky with your song
Even now, in the sky there is only one
At any time it's all so kind
Even now, I can see there is only one
Flickering, flickering, flick
Only One JUDY AND MARY
The fragment of a memory I saw in an operaglass is desperately, infantilely cute
I change the form of my bittersweet memories so you're always sweet to me
I'll make sure with the palm of my hand: hold onto my premonition and blow a kiss into the wind
Summer begins with a sunset, sunflowers blossom into my skirt
Hit by the rain, fireworks stain the sky in a dazzling collection of light
Please don't say goodbye, I only have one wish
I'm waiting for the summer
And if I were to bloom, light me up with your touch
And if I were to cry, make the sky blue with your song
Even now, in the sky there is only one
At any time it's all so dear to me
Flickering, flickering
The blues and the moon bring out the stars twinkling inside me
I'll never empty out and let my love wither, we made a pinky promise
I'm unsteady, don't part from me
Make sure of me, and that on the other side of the wind
Summer is waiting
And if I were to bloom, light me up with your touch
And if I were to cry, raise the sky with your song
Even now, in the sky there is only one
At any time it's all so kind
Even now, I can see there is only one
Flickering, flickering, flick
1957
sounds like: "where is everybody?" nine inch nails
feels like: productive
It's been a few months since I've written again. I used to be obsessive with blogging when I was younger, now I nary remember to do it. Never-the-less, my absence is relative to the onslaught of breakdowns amoung our necessities leaving me feeling like this:
However things seem to be getting back together, but it's not easy. Not in this day and this country.
This sort of idea makes me curious-- would I have been better off at this age fifty years ago? Who knows. I like to imagine what my life would be like and how different I would be, but I wonder if the lack of technology and the simplicity of things would make life seem fuller as you rely on your own self to entertain you and grow.
It's nice to be nostalgic for a time you never new.
feels like: productive
It's been a few months since I've written again. I used to be obsessive with blogging when I was younger, now I nary remember to do it. Never-the-less, my absence is relative to the onslaught of breakdowns amoung our necessities leaving me feeling like this:
However things seem to be getting back together, but it's not easy. Not in this day and this country.
This sort of idea makes me curious-- would I have been better off at this age fifty years ago? Who knows. I like to imagine what my life would be like and how different I would be, but I wonder if the lack of technology and the simplicity of things would make life seem fuller as you rely on your own self to entertain you and grow.
It's nice to be nostalgic for a time you never new.
8.27.2007
the assertive woman?
sounds like: "call me" nancy sinatra
i uploaded this to deviant art tonight. i also sold it tonight as well to my beloved blakington who was unwilling to let me post it to my etsy store.
i uploaded this to deviant art tonight. i also sold it tonight as well to my beloved blakington who was unwilling to let me post it to my etsy store.
3.08.2007
Cancer (Jun 21 - Jul 22)
sounds like: "generous palmstroke" bjork
Cancer (Jun 21 - Jul 22)
You could feel on edge today with an unsettled sensation in your belly that won't go away. Even though you want to believe your perceptions, you still want to protect yourself from possible rejection. Don't waste your time seeking additional corroboration; your moment for expression is here. If you nurture love instead of trying to control it, you can move closer to happiness.
Cancer (Jun 21 - Jul 22)
You could feel on edge today with an unsettled sensation in your belly that won't go away. Even though you want to believe your perceptions, you still want to protect yourself from possible rejection. Don't waste your time seeking additional corroboration; your moment for expression is here. If you nurture love instead of trying to control it, you can move closer to happiness.
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