song and dance routine

there's been an alarming amount of coincidence in the past weeks, all of which i'm trying not to place too much value on. and thus the conundrum: ignore coincidence and it goes away. observe and appreciate, then become obsessed and make decisions based off of things like "the bird kakawed for the third time right as the light turned green and i stepped into the intersection! yes, universe, i shall quit my job today!!"

some of the more recent ones have been between my roommate and i. first we were discussing how it must really get you down to be named sarah marshall right now with the aggressive ad campaign for the movie. the next day an article introducing the sarah marshall of chicago spoke to our very concern.
tonight, when my roommate and i both started singing along to feist independently of each other, i burst out laughing when imaging if we both broke into a musical like display of song and dance. i then went back to reading this website, clicked a few times, and ended up watching this.

on love

for consideration:


not realistic, but a nice thought. but just that-- nice. its cuteness sort of destroys the idea that love exists. what really destroys it, however, is the idea that love can only exist in a place with heavy walls. in a guarded and isolated place.



and now consider this:


this is my idea of love personified-- honest, blurry, and ready to conquer with a complete disregard for pockets turned inside out. and if love doesn't look like this, then i'm not sure i want much to do with it anyway.

superconnected

some music makes me feel all dizzylikerunaroundfaststompingmyfeetwav
ingmyfistbeatingmyheadclappinghandsandthunder
andmillionsofmilesofsou
ndandbuil
d&rel
ease

here i go again

now in the person-that-must-use-vacation-days-to-travel category and after hearing my mom hint at seeing me one last time before i start a full-time job, i've decided to go home next week. i feel a little guilty or like it's excessive to make the trip, but i think it's because i'm used to only going for christmas and for summer. and although i'm embarrassed to admit it, in college i sort of prided myself on the fact that i only went home once during the year
"look at me. how strong i am! how independent and self-sufficient! how i pity you-- you there. you weak ones that go home monthly to indulge in home-cooked meals and laundry and family. what? what's that? some of you go home weekly?! oh my. oh my my. how i cringe at your inability to cope. how desperate you seem to me and my impervious fortitude!"

so now i swallow my pride and go home for the second time in four months. disgusting.

unchanging changed

it's strange to me the way places change. places that i see everyday. when i wake up every morning to the familiarity of my my bedroom, the bathroom, the view out on to school street, and yet sometimes they appear different. this appearance of change has happened all my life. i remember driving down roe avenue, in the backseat, trying to describe it to my parents one day. i was probably in middle school. they didn't understand me, and i didn't understand why they didn't understand what i was talking about. then again, i don't actually understand what the change is. it could be equated to the light change in a room-- nothing about the room as "the room" has changed but some external force acts on it, making it appear different. the metaphor doesn't really work though because light quality doesn't bring on the change. more appropriate is maybe likening it to a memory. and the more i think about it, maybe that's what it is. when i return to a place i can remember the way i saw, felt, and interpreted the place when i saw it a previous time. this leads to familiar places, like my neighborhood, sometimes feeling unfamiliar, which can be unsettling at times.
it's a strange concept-- to think of places changed when they are still the same solid building or car-lined street. or maybe it's limiting to describe "places" this way. maybe they aren't changed but just revealing different aspects at different times. is it possible that places are more than just a static entity-- that they are more complicated? or is it all tied to my perception of the place based on the projection of my feelings at the time? i would say it's more likely the latter, however, i don't experience this thing with people. maybe because there are so many variables with another person. the input from them and the very fact that they actually are changing and all the time. maybe it's impossible to gauge the change in something if it's not static.

* * *

there is a house on melrose that sticks out. it's street-facing facade is almost completely glass. obviously this makes the inside very visible to the outside. when you look in, however, all you see is white. huge white walls, cathedral ceilings all in white, white carpeted stairs, and white banisters. at first i thought it was vacant. then i noticed a large metal art-deco chandelier hanging from the ceiling. this didn't seem like evidence, though. finally, today, as i rode by i noticed two pairs of crocs by the entryway. not only were they not white but they weren't even neatly arranged. one could might even describe them as haphazardly thrown off! who are these people that live in a magazine-sterile home and then toss their comfy rubber unfashionable shoes willy-nilly on the landing for all the neighbors to see?

i have a job.

it's what's not posted that counts.

a list of things

1. broken social scene-- broken social scene.

2. today i saw a construction cone on top of a street lamp, and i believe i prefer people who find this funny/thought-provoking/poignant. maybe poignant is a stretch.

3. "But birds that are canorous and whose notes we most commend, are of little
throats, and short necks." (-- Sir Thomas Browne, Pseudodxia Epidemica)

4. genuine compliments from strangers can be creepy but also refreshing.

5. fig newtons, milk, chick peas, coffee.