Iman was once asked to recall the most romantic thing her husband (David Bowie) had ever done for her. "He paid construction workers to scale the nine floors of the next-door building," she said, "and have them graffiti DB ♥ I on the wall opposite our bedroom in four-foot letters."
"Someday the light will shine like a sun through my skin and they will say: 'What have you done with your life?' And even though there are many moments I think I will remember, in the end I will be proud to say, I was one of us."
Let's have a party No one else can come We'll ignore the strangers Crooning at the door Saying "let us in We brought ourselves" Because they aren't as interesting As us recounting the booze That we bought to celebrate Another year of not getting cancer We'll keep the prize money Use it to buy free cable And ignore all the people That want to distract Me From You And the television.
"Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. It has only happened to me like that once."
My highest paying job thus far has been modeling for American Apparel. I need to get some dolla dolla bills this summer. Why does this seem like the most difficult task in the world? Fuck the recession. Maybe I can get paid $10,000 for singing in a McDonalds commercial like one of my best friends (your name will go unmentioned).
Beirut - March of the Zapotec & RealPeople - Holland (2009) Beirut is on the verge of releasing the new two EP package of March of the Zapotec and Holland, two sonically diverse discs that display the range of Zach Condon's varying musical styles. The first disc (Zapotec) was recorded in Oaxaca, Mexico with a 19-piece band. The second disc (Holland) is credited to Condon's other monikor Realpeople, an electronic counterpoint to Beirut. Holland also features an old Condon favorite, the beautiful and lush "Venice". The double ep will be released February 17th, 2009 on Ba Da Bing Records.
"To approach my situation with blatant honesty I must begin by saying the two things I know for certain: I am very lost at this point in my life, and I care about you all immensely." If you were one of the eighteen who read the message I sent in November, congratulations, I am now in the process of filling a mason jar for you with things I love about you, things I wish for you in the future. [Side note: picture is not of me, ha] A temporary gift: Bon Iver: The Park (Feist Cover)
Last night I saw Animal Collective with seven of my favorite people. The performance barely missed the spot for my number one show ever, almost beating out Radiohead this past summer at Lollapalooza.
Today is my Dad's birthday (love you, Papa).......and the season premiere of LOST. FREAK OUT. Then it's off to the first night of Bar Night '09.
Tomorrow I start two amazing classes--Physics for Future Presidents (wha?) and How Ethnomusicology Works. Then, back to work on the resume.
Friday is Jacob's birthday! Allie is coming to visit too which'll be great! Yayaya.
According to UrbanDaddy, they have introduced the Absinthe Gummy Bear: 85% absinthe, with just a touch of gelatin and sugar added to keep things solid. Have them at Tailor, 525 Broome (between Thompson and Sullivan), NY. Good thing I'll be there all summer.
There was a time today, approximately 3:06. I was driving on Ventura Blvd, all four windows down, Fleetwood Mac on the stereo. At the red light I thought of: Rachel Getting Married, my little brother, 86 vs 5 degree weather, how I can't roll a cigarette for shit, and Summer Heights High. Yes.
There was a man, at least thirty. He was driving a black Volvo, all four windows down, Philip Glass on the stereo. I felt him look over at me. I responded by turning my head in his direction, giving him some attention. He spoke. Told me he had seen me at the pharmacy and had decided to "follow." Asked me my name. "Shirin" I said, my eyes crinkling with confusion. He was handsome, hell, I wanted him to remember me. "Shirin" he repeated.
And then, this: mamihlapinatapei. A word in Yagán, a language of Tierra del Fuego; describes "a meaningful look shared by two people expressing mutual unstated feelings." Green light. My nerves got the best of me as I pulled my windows up and sped towards the 101, aware that I would lose Mr. Philip Glass. The one in the Volvo.
After seeing Lil' Wayne live, I find myself thinking quite a lot about him. A quick thought I shared with Parissa: if you open up Lil' Wayne, wouldn't it be nice to find a littler Wayne inside? And inside that, yet a smaller Wayne? Just a thought.
I have a penchant for most things anti-drug (indubitably). My d.a.r.e. shirt has worn to pieces, I love me some good PSA's, and I can give myself a pat on the back when I say that I have never not cried while watching an episode of Intervention (especially when the father's say "I love you"--got some daddy issues, no doubt). To palliate my desire for a) a message against, well, drugs and b) an older man in my life (excluding you, Jacob), I have turned to the always foxy as fuck Clint Eastwood.
Honorable mentions go to: #1 Rachel Leigh Cook in this #2 NSFW #3 What Abby and I watched all junior year #4 I liked the song in this so much, I converted it to .mp3 using listentoyoutube.com Until next time, Shirin
"It is no accident that you are reading this. I am making black marks on white paper. These marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... For the length of these few sentences, we meet here. It is no accident that you are reading this. This moment has been waiting for you, I have been waiting for you. Remember me."