This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
drinking anderson valley’s oatmeal stout, while (re)watching a life aquatic, it made zero sense to me when I saw it as a senior. Then on to more internship applications, although I’m keeping my fingers crossed for the northern cali position at Emandal.
Quoting Variety:
[…] Paul Thomas Anderson is working on his next project, a period drama to star Philip Seymour Hoffman as a founder of a new religious organization in the 1950s.[…] Hoffman, who has played supporting roles in most of Anderson’s past films, this time will be at the center, playing “the Master,” as in “master of ceremonies,” a charismatic intellectual who hatches a faith-based organization that begins to catch on in America in 1952. The core is the relationship between the Master and Freddie, a twentysomething drifter who becomes the leader’s lieutenant. As the faith begins to gain a fervent following, Freddie finds himself questioning the belief system he has embraced, and his mentor.
The drama does not so much scrutinize self-started churches like Scientology or the Mormons, as much as it explores the need to believe in a higher power, the choice of which one to embrace and the point at which a belief system graduates into a religion.
Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I’m too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight, you’re on my mind so
You never know
Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one…
So I’ll wait for you… And I’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh, Lover, you should’ve come over
Cause it’s not too late.
Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won’t ever come
It’s never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her…
It’s never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter…
It’s never over,
She’s a tear that hangs inside my soul forever…
But maybe I’m just too young to keep good love
From going wrong
Oh… lover you should’ve come over…
Yes, and I feel too young to hold on
I’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love, well I’ll wait for you
Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late.
balance we won’t know,
we will see when it gets warm.lump sum, bon iver.
Jay gave me the heads up on these indie-folk gentlemen from ontario. their lyrics are fan-freaking-tastic.
The Acorn - The Flood Pt. 1
Lift your head from wild and wicked sleep where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies and while picking snails from the river of the valley you don’t see the storm clouds piling up so quietly The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs and baby boy has got you drinking from the dead you lick your lips and paddle for the levee the sinking banks are sifting through your teeth As you float up, see the river skins the valley and strips the sleeping sediment of memory You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep the withered river sputters at your feet and all around the sound is slow and muddy the sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves As you wake up see the river skins the valley you’d love to wash this summer from your memory
From their Glory Hope Mountain album, which traverses the life of gloria, the songwriter’s honduras-born mother.
Currently drinking this fantastic winter seasonal ale from Northern Cali’s Anderson Valley. Honestly, one of the best beers I’va had in a long time, and I buy strange beers weekly. Make sure you don’t cool it past 40 degrees though, you don’t want to freeze the scent of this one.
I quit my job today. It was really three days ago I quit, since I haven’t been in. I can’t handle all the questions about you, or everyone so concerned. I want to tell them, let me feel the pain damn it. Don’t try to make me feel better. I have to own this pain and somehow grow from the immensity of my personal purgatory.
I would really like to see a counseler. I need someone to help me sort this out.
The days go so slow when its not days to wait for you but perhaps forever. I’ve never been so full of thoughts that have no one to listen to.
is a 23 year-old photographer and chef.
I like the flavor of yeast, migration patterns, cartography, terroir, stories, anais nin, camping, hieroglyphs, bicycles, shells, kombucha,nils udo, tree trunks, pomegranates, kurt vonnegut, picnics, yerba mate, moss, masala chai, brie,lichen, pablo neruda, dried flowers, scrabble, seinfeld, herzog, chard, colorado, shadow, seeds, branches, ceramics, kurosawa, turquoise, rivers, clouds, stars, italy, rain, acadia, home brewing, diana cameras, peru, light, ansel adams, erik satie, seeds, blossfeldt, branches, ceramics, edward weston, ernest hemingway. hand cramp.
I like to observe cyclical time.
