Online Notebook

Nov
23rd

Mon

[People I interview] can tell by my questions that I’m really, really interested and really, really thinking about what they’re saying, in a way that only happens in nature when you’re falling in love with someone. When else does that experience happen? If you’re falling in love with someone, you have conversations where you’re truly revealing yourself.

—

Ira Glass, quoted in Chuck Klosterman’s Eating The Dinosaur.

I find this quote very interesting, because it comes from a completely different viewpoint than my own, and it seems to me that Ira Glass’s viewpoint is much more common. A lot of people probably do save deep, serious, revealing conversation for times when they’re falling in love with someone—if they even have those sorts of conversations then. I, on the other hand, prefer this sort of conversation to any other. Sure, small talk, witty banter, telling stories, geeking out about music or sports or whatever—all of these have their place, and I do enjoy all of these sorts of conversations at times. But I am never as happy with my interactions with other people as I am when we start talking about real, serious stuff. I enjoy those conversations most of all, and try to have them regularly with anyone I consider a good friend. In fact, I probably don’t start considering people real friends until I have had those sorts of conversations with them. And where love is concerned, if I’m going to fall in love with someone, it’s probably going to be the result of a serious conversation, not the prerequisite to one.

Again, though, I think I’m probably a lot different from most people. And this might also have something to do with my tendency to fall in love with almost everyone I get to know very well.

Nov
22nd

Sun

vinylsunday:

cutoffyourfeet:

Vinyl Sunday.

Mass Movement of the Moth/The Catalyst split 12”, “Two Thousand and 666.” This album is so damn awesome.

Hey, my best friend is the singer/guitarist on half of this record. Really stoked to see it show up here.

Vinyl Sunday: the records I’ve been listening to recently, piled up next to my stereo. Which started out all neatly kept in a crate, but are now stacking up in front of the crate (which is too full to hold more) and on top, and etc. I should really put some of these away.

(Records I can recognize by looking at the picture include: Swervedriver, Reel To Real; Black Flag, My War; Daisy Chainsaw, Pink Flower; Davie Allan And the Arrows, The Cycle-delic Sounds of…; John Coltrane, Coltrane At Birdland; Unwound, The Future Of What; Endpoint, The Last Record; Drive Like Jehu, Self-titled; Bedlam Rovers, Roll Over; Floodgate, I Choose Danger; Struggle, Self-titled… etc, etc.)

A. J.- keep me tumbler

keepme:

wow. you guys caught me. the true reason i despise spineless leeches is not because they have hurt numerous people in my life (WHICH HAS BEEN PROVEN IN A COURT OF LAW AND NOT JUST ON THE INTERNET) and served as a constant reminder that the personal choice i made before i moved here to not drink or do drugs is something i can no longer be proud of, but instead because i have a sweet spot for swastika tattoos and conflicting moral compasses.

thanks for the tumblarity…you shouldn’t have! ^_^

If there’s one thing being straight edge for 18 years has taught me, it’s that you can’t let the assholes who are also straight edge ruin it for you. It’s still a good decision, even if it seems like most of the other people who make it are lame losers.

That craigslist post is hilarious, by the way.

You know, at least if I am stuck spending the rest of my life completely celibate and alone, I can take small comfort in the fact that I’ll never have to deal with a child. Even listening to people talk about child-rearing makes me want to shoot myself. I can’t imagine actually doing it.

[This post brought to you by the late-night combination of misanthropy and depression. You’re welcome.]

fireengines:

starsgowaltzing:

I can’t decide whether to watch Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist or Howl’s Moving Castle.

Help me, internet, you’re my only hope.

Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist, so I can know if it is worth watching.

Oh, did you miss the lukewarm-at-best review I gave it on my blog last month?

Short version: watch it if you want to drool over Kat Dennings. Otherwise, skip.

court-:

I’m going to go shopping after school this week or next at Spotlight and Big W to buy things for my Bestfriend’s christmas present. I’m making her a Demi Lovato scrapbook so it should be good and my cousin is going to help me because she’s really creative when it comes to all that stuff:)

Please be sure to include this photo:

raptoravatar:

lickystickypickyme:

Things that amaze my restless mind (and make it slow down for a while):

These amazing pictures were taken by Anatoly Beloshchin in the cave Cenote Angelita, Mexico. Here’s his description: “We are 30 meters deep, fresh water, then 60 meters deep – salty water and under me I see a river, island and fallen leaves… Actually, the river, which you can see, is a layer of hydrogen sulphide.”

source

Cave Diving A.R.B.

That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.

For those who don’t know, hydrogen sulfide is the stuff that makes rotten eggs smell the way they do. I’m pretty sure it can kill you in highly concentrated doses.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

syntheticpubes:

Sleigh Bells — “A/B Machines”

Loudness war

If the music of Sleigh Bells wasn’t distorted all to fuck, I don’t know if I’d even consciously register it. As it is, all the static makes me kinda wanna fall in love.

poisonville:

Happy birthday, Coleman Hawkins, born 11/21/04 in St. Joseph, Missouri.

Here’s his most famous recording, “Body and Soul,” from 1939.

The first of the great jazz saxophonoists, Hawkins played with the Fletcher Henderson Orchestra throughout the ’20s, alongside Louis Armstrong. Decades later he led what’s considered to be the first bebop recording, in 1944, with Dizzy Gillespie and Max Roach.

WKCR is celebrating with an all-day broadcast of his music, on 89.9 FM and streaming at wkcr.org.

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES. LISTEN TO THIS, DAMN YOU.

On a calmer note, this song reminds me of six years ago when Brandon and I spent two weeks working our way through the Ken Burns Jazz 10 DVD documentary set. I don’t think either of us listened to anything besides jazz for at least a month.