Archive for May, 2006

canada

May 29, 2006

we’re flying to mexico city out of boston. instead of driving the usual twelve hour route through west virginia, pennsylvania, new york & connecticut, we’re going to trek through eastern canada . . . !!!!

june 9th — leave athens behind :)

june 10th — toronto

june 11th — ottawa

june 12th — montreal

june 13th — quebec city

june 14th & 15th — boston, for a very special birthday!!

i’ve made some changes to the way my comment section is setup — now, you’ll be able to post a comment without having, or registering, for a blogger account. i’m sorry i didn’t figure this out sooner!

thank you ohio university!

May 25, 2006

my financial aid award letter arrived in the mail today. i opened it nonchalantly — expecting loans, hoping for grants . . . the usual. i was completely surprised & thrilled by what came next — a scholarship in the amount of $3,000! hooray! what a load off! i didn’t even apply for any scholarships — apparently, unlike the university of utah, ohio university puts new students in automatic contention for scholarship awards.
i love this school already :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

me RIGHT now . . .

(in a shroud of darkness because jeremy is asleep — lol)

plus, nearly all my credits transferred — i’m going to be able to focus exclusively on my major. life is good.

would you take this class?

May 25, 2006

i made this flyer for jeremy’s summer course . . .

hopefully this new, sexier title will grab some attention and spur students to enroll in the class—otherwise, he won’t get to teach it :(

douglas coupland

May 24, 2006

passages from life after god . . .

“As suburban children we floated at night in swimming pools the temperature of blood; pools the color of Earth as seen from outer space. We would skinny-dip, my friends and me–hipchick Stacey with her long yellow hair and Malibu Barbie body; Mark, our silent strongman; Kristy, our omni-freckled redheaded joke machine; voice-of-reason Julie, with “statistically average” body; honey-bronze ski bum, Dana, with his non-existent tan line and suspiciously large amounts of cash, and Todd, the prude, always the last to strip, even then peeling off his underwear underneath the water. We would float and be naked- -pretending to be embryos, pretending to be fetuses–all of us silent save for the hum of the pool filter. Our minds would be blank and our eyes closed as we floated in warm waters, the distinction between our bodies and our brains reduced to nothing–bathed in chlorine and lit by pure blue lights installed underneath diving boards. Sometimes we would join hands and form a ring like astronauts in space; sometimes when we felt more isolated in our fetal stupor we would bump into each other in the deep end, like twins with whom we didn’t even know we shared the womb.”

“Afterward we toweled off and drove in cars on roads that carved the mountain on which we lived–through trees, through the subdivision, from pool to pool, from basement to basement, up Cypress Bowl, down to Park Royal and over the Lions Gate Bridge–the act of endless motion itself a substitute for any larger form of thought. The radio would be turned on, full of love songs and rock music; we believed in rock music but I don’t think we believed in the love songs, either then or now. Ours was a life lived in paradise and thus it rendered any discussion of transcendental ideas pointless. Politics, we supposed, existed elsewhere in a televised nonparadise; death was something similar to recycling.”

“Life was charmed but without politics or religion. it was the life of children of the children of the pioneers–life after God–a life of earthly salvation on the edge of heaven. Perhaps this is the finest thing to which we may aspire, the life of peace, the blurring between dream life and real life–and yet I find myself speaking these words with a sense of doubt. I think there was a trade-off somewhere along the line.”

“I think the price we paid for our golden life was an inability to fully believe in love; instead we gained an irony that scorched everything it touched. And I wonder if this irony is the price we paid for the loss of God.”

“But then I must remind myself we are living creatures–we have religious impulses–we must –and yet into what cracks do these impulses flow in a world without religion? It is something I think about every day. Sometimes I think it is the only thing I should be thinking about.”

“Some facts about me: I think I am a broken person. I seriously question the road my life has taken and I endlessly rehash the compromises I have made in my life. I have an unsecure and vaguely crappy job with an amoral corporation so that I don’t have to worry about money. I put up with halfway relationships so as not to have to worry about loneliness. I have lost the ability to recapture the purer feelings of my younger years in exchange for a streamlined narrow-mindedness that I assumed would propel me to ‘the top.’ What a joke.”

“Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me:the little yellow pills, the lost sleep. But I don’t think this is anything new in the world.”

“This is not to say my life is bad. I know it isn’t…but my life is not what I expected it might have been when I was younger. Maybe you yourself deal with this issue better than me. Maybe you have been lucky enough to never have inner voices question you about your own path–or maybe you answered the questioning and came out on the other side. I don’t feel sorry for myself in any way. I am merely coming to grips with what I know the world is truly like.”

“Sometimes I want to go to sleep and merge with the foggy world of dreams and not return to this, our real world. Sometimes I look back on my life and am surprised at the lack of kind things I have done. Sometimes I just feel that there must be another road that can be walked–away from this became–either against my will or by default.”

“Now–here is my secret:

I tell it to you with the openness of heart that I doubt I shall ever achieve again, so I pray that you are in a quiet room as you hear these words. My secret is that I need God–that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.”

why can’t i sleep at night?

May 22, 2006

tv on the radio

playhouses
i was a lover
from their upcoming album return to cookie mountain due for release july 3rd . . . pure genius. words can’t touch these guys.

lily allen

knock ‘em out
everything’s just wonderful
this 20 year old north londoner developed a massive fan base on myspace & now has a record deal with parlophone because of it. i love her.

thailand, cambodia & vietnam — oh my!

May 21, 2006

though the next few summers are booked & it’ll be a while before we’re available to make this trek, google & i are going to spiritually conceive it.

thailand
fly into chiang mai

sukhothai

ayuttaya

bangkok

with day trips to wat phra kaew & grand palace

& muang boran (aka ancient city)

nakhon pathom

phra nang beach

ko samui

ko chang

phimai

at this point we’d take the khmer cultural route to angkor, cambodia — visiting countless temples along the way . . .

cambodia
angkor

battambang

kirirom national park

phnom penh

& its central market

bokor hill station — an abandoned resort town built in 1922 by french colonial settlers. ruined shops, casino, hotel & chapel remain . . .

vietnam
ha tien

ho chi minh city

dalat

hue

halong bay

fly out of hanoi

i hope . . .

May 20, 2006

you enjoy this cover as much as i do. if you don’t, it’s likely you have no soul. just kidding . . . sort of. here it is: ANYONE WHO HAD A HEART/bjork

the song is a live recording from her historic two-night performance with the brodsky quartet at the union chapel in london, december 1999.

oh, and here’s a killer mashup of bjork’s hidden place and the cure’s a forest courtesy of gordyboy: A HIDDEN FOREST

so it’s thursday . . .

May 18, 2006

and i got accepted to ohio university!
let’s all celebrate with this ditty: THURSDAY/asobi seksu
just imagine this song as the backdrop for a video montage of my ohio university days years from now—hahahahahahaha . . .

downwind

May 16, 2006

the following images, words & sound will give you a taste of jeremy’s documentary to come . . .

images:

words: from chip ward’s canaries on the rim . . .
“they were waiting for the blinding flash of a distant atomic detonation followed minutes later by a wall of hot air. it would flatten their shirts against their chests, sweep their hair back, bend the trees in the backyard, and send clouds of dust swirling. sometimes a blizzard of hot ashes would fall later and the children would run, shout, and twirl in the summer storm of atomic debris.”

“between 1951 and 1969 there were 1,635 field trials. more than 55,000 chemical rockets, artillery shells, bombs, and land mines were blown up to understand how they could be used. airplanes flew over test grids and sprayed nerve agent to see how it was dispersed in various weather conditions and at various heights. all totaled, a half million pounds of nerve agent was released into the open wind. that’s the equivalent of 3.5 trillion lethal doses.”

“father north, at the dugway proving grounds in utah, the sons of poor farmers ran to their places on a grid that was laid out along the sagebrush flat by military scientists. they were shirtless under the hot desert sun but that was necessary. when the scientists released the mosquitoes, the men were told to stand still and wait to be bitten. the bites would be recorded and then injections given. the mosquitoes were carrying encephalitis.”

“those that ran the tests waited until the wind blew towards utah. utah was sparsely populated with mormons who, in the fifties, were still a small and unpopular minority, often regarded as odd outsiders within their own nation. official documents from the time actually describe them as a ‘low use segment of the population.’ mormons, in turn, were well aware of their status and self-conscious about their polygamist past. with their backs against the desert wall, they had built a proud society and culture that could endure hardship and they were now eager for acceptance and willing to sacrifice for inclusion.”

“scientists were sent in to reassure doubters. women who complained they were losing their hair were diagnosed as ‘neurotic’ or suffering from ‘housewife syndrome.’”

“soldiers who had just crouched in trenches near the blast climbed from their hiding places and marched slowly towards the bruise-colored mushroom cloud in front of them. with their naked eyes, they had just studied the x-rayed bones in their hands at the moment of destruction. it was the whitest light they had ever seen. for several moments they had unwittingly become transparent glowing angels in the nuclear hell of america’s cold war jihad. those who had defecated in their pants quickly tried to cover their shame. soon, the soles of their boots would melt under the crunching surface of hot sand that was melted into globs of glass by the inferno. they marched right into ‘ground zero.’ later, some vomited uncontrollably and bled from every orifice of their bodies. days after, their hair came out when they combed it. they were young, most of them, and their lives would be short. years later, their records were shredded and their sacrifices unacknowledged.”

“while children in the rest of the nation were being taught to ‘duck’n'cover’ to guard against exposure to an atomic blast, government officials and scientists actually encouraged the utah locals who were immediately downwind from the one hundred plus nuclear blasts they conducted to go outside and watch. they could ‘witness a moment in history.’”

“cancer ran rampant in those small towns that were downwind. there were respiratory, neurological, and heart diseases, too, and chronic illnesses that had no diagnosis.”

“you need sophisticated instruments to read the persistent fallout that can still be detected and measured in the attic dust of our homes. although signs and fences mark the no man’s land where biological warfare tests were done, it takes a lab to find the tiny spores of anthrax mixed into the soil.”

“deserts are hard to defend because their local populations are often small, scattered, and desperate for economic advantage. they are no match for big government and its corporate allies with clever lawyers, fat public relations budgets, and professional lobbyists. because the terms and criteria of our public debates over how land is used are ‘practical’ or utilitarian, it is hard to protect ground that offers no obvious other economic benefit. because politicians, policy makers, and the public are not ecologically literate, the connections between what happens in the ‘barren wastelands’ and what shows up in the blood and cells of those who live downwind are also hard to convey.”

sound: BLOODY MURDER/caribou

does that make me crazy?

May 15, 2006

prepare to be blown away . . .
CRAZY/gnarls barkley from st. elsewhere

“the members of gnarls are the soft-spoken, bookish danger mouse (born brian burton), the cagey producer behind the grey album and gorillaz’s demon days (not to mention work for underground hip-hop artists like prince po and his partner jemini), and the gregarious cee-lo (born thomas decarlo callawa), a legend in the south thanks to his work with the seminal goodie mob and two acclaimed solo albums, cee-lo green and his perfect imperfections and cee-lo green is the soul machine. the two recently teamed to record st. elsewhere, a dark and tuneful album that may or may not be winking with a teardrop.” — pitchfork