yeasayer

best band ive heard in a long time. somebody, please, help me get tickets to their show in february.

This is their song, 2080

"I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in,
I can’t sleep when I think about the future I was born into,
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning,
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do.

It’s a New Year,
I’m glad to be here
It’s a fresh spring,
So let’s sing.

In 2080
I’ll surely be dead
So don’t look ahead,
Never look ahead

It’s a New Year,
I’m glad to be here
It’s the first spring,
So let’s sing.

And the moon shines bright
On the water tonight
So we won’t drown
In the summer sound.

If you find me I’ll be sitting by the water fountain,
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown it’s Monday morning
But it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright,
Cause in no time, They’ll be gone I guess I’ll still be standing here.

Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers,
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests."

on being wierd:

"It is important to foster individuality,
for only the individual can produce new ideas."

-Albert Einstein

"You are growing toward the understanding that what was previously defined as rebellion is not rebellion at all; it is simply being yourself. And this will change your life."

-part of the december horoscope for scorpios.

FEEL THAT.

(einstein was a rebel)

Chris closes the tavern on Thanksgiving

At Bi-Lo, they have a Holiday Special:
turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing,
cranberry sauce, green bean casserole,
sweet potatoes. All for $49.99.
"And they even cook the turkey"

He buys two.

One for his family,
and one for the folks
"in between families."

On the way to the tavern,
we pass the fire department.
The sign reads:
Bear Weigh. Open to the Public. Food and Drink provided.

A pickup truck with the back cap up slowly rolls in behind us
the gravel crunching,
headlights burning through our backs

The mouth of the firehouse
widened
the people wait as teeth

the weigh station looks like a swing set
a black bungee cord dangling down
for hunters
and unstruggling things

The red eyes on the
back of the truck
come closer,
the families in camoflage
go inside themselves

The wait
is as eager
as car-accident traffic

Minutes before,
I read this letter from
Saul Williams
something about
shifting our compassion towards animals
and healing the planet

Chris tells us that
last night
they brought in a 38 pound cub.

This poem is for him.

When they let my dad go last summer
and he had to guess
if he
could float
he moved to this town alone.
He came to the tavern
searching for home.

Their feet
speak
shuffle closer
for a good look.

He was killed just minutes
before.
Body warm.
There are some times
when you don't have to see all of it
the fur
so sheen
the silhouette
scolds
onlookers

Somebody
did something
wrong.

People think
Beliefs
aren't held up
by themselves.

We all just agree
on these things
that "exist"

Our insides
smell like the wind

Somebody's been
rearranging
things
again

And whether it's cancer
in us
that grows

Or a disposition
of lowered eyes
we live in

We carry
these murders
in the memory
of our cells
and we always
smell a little
dead

There's people like Chris
who moved some of the stones
so they could see
the sky

pre-thanksgiving dinner

Shit My Dad Says.

Dad: Well guys, I'm proud of you.

All: Awwww

My Sister: Thanks dad. Tell us why you are proud of us!

Dad: Well, (turns to her) You're not pregnant. (turns to me) You're not in prison. (turns to my brother) And you haven't filed for bankruptcy yet.

currents

parts of you still
wash up ashore

in november
lovers
nest
to endure

and I
am a vacant home
I can't hold anything
My chest is a chrysallis

I can still feel your foot
undulating under mine
sea-anemone peaceful
nightly
lulling
goodbye

what
small
movement
did you make
what breath
did you release
to carry
your scent
all this way
to make you
suddenly
so close
I
regain consciousness

please
for my sake
stop
wondering

your urges
run through
the ocean

and I believe in
too many things

wackness...

so i've seen like 3 movies in the past year.

it's not that i have anything against them, i usually end up really enjoying them... but i prefer living life over watching life
(i mean that in the least pretentious way possible, watevr)




Anyway. i saw this movie last night called 'the wackness'. i'm pretty late on it....
its about a fresh-outta-highschool weed dealer in nyc in '94. his best friend is his classmates father, a 50-something psychologist who buys pot from him. their relationship made me cry, and i really liked some of the things they said.

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Dr. Squires: Look around you, Luke. Is this what you want for your mind, for your life? You want it to be like this city? Sweep all the nastiness under the rug? Make everything OK? Puts the homeless people in prison, you know? These people are sick mentally. They're being put in jail. What do you think about that, Luke?

Luke Shapiro: It doesn't seem right.

Dr. Squires: No. No, it doesn't. That's why I don't want you on medication, Luke. You may as well open up a Starbucks in your brain. You follow me? Don't jump for the quick fix. Embrace your pain. Make it a part of you. You don't want to be like them. I don't want you to be like them.

Luke Shapiro: So, what? You've never taken any of that stuff?

Dr. Squires: Jesus, Luke, I'm on all of it. I don't want you to be like me either.


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Dr. Squires: Certain people you just can't trust, you know Luke?
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't like the beach.
Dr. Squires: Never, EVER, EVER trust anyone who says they don't like dogs!
Dr. Squires: You meet someone who doesn't like dogs you alert the authorities IMMEDIATELY and you sure as SHIT don't MARRY THEM!

space is kewl.

In physical cosmology, astronomy and celestial mechanics, dark energy is a hypothetical form of energy that permeates all of space and tends to increase the rate of expansion of the universe.[1] Dark energy is the most popular way to explain recent observations that the universe appears to be expanding at an accelerating rate. In the standard model of cosmology, dark energy currently accounts for 74% of the total mass-energy of the universe.

etymology is for nerds and bodhisattvas

Universe - Uni - Verse -
Uni: One, Unity, Unify
Verse - Ver - Se
Ver: (Spanish) To See, To Perceive - VerSe: (Spanish Reflexive): To see oneself.

UniVerSe: Unified Perception. That is, the sum-total-aggregate of all that has been observed, understood, and stored - in our DNA, in our bodies, in our brains - As organism, life, memories - The story of Mankind -. Are we the universe understanding itself, waking up. Is UniVerSe not an abstraction that is a finite collection of space, stars and planets (expanding or contracting) but our presence in it; the reach of instruments and intellect? Ecstatic to be alive - Our mission: To expand UniVerSe?!

-my friend jesse. i met him on the c train.

i don't like cigarettes
or coffee

i just like breaks