something about this just makes me feel old.
war and tragedy and and reconnecting with old friends and deception and things i can't talk about here and everything else:
from the bouts of serendipity back in plattsburgh to the apparent mimicry of things we said in private on the much larger stage of world affairs, it seems like the turmoil in the personal lives of those i know is somehow connected to a larger, almost apocalyptic disorder in things. that build-up of energy before something happens, where you can just feel it, like over the weekend, like the week before, like we all should know what's coming. it's impossible to even talk about it, the whole thing seeming almost silly when vocalised or written down, but simple coincidence seems to have taken a holiday. each of our words carries the possibility of sinister goings-on in the near future.
christine and i were trying to talk about this yesterday, and it's more of a general consensus along the lines of "whoa, someone we know was talking about [x] last week and [something the same or similar to x] happened?" with just a sort of nod. and "whoa," sufficiently awed like a drugged-out teenager thinking about plastic forks. or just the thought of something seeming, disturbingly, to cause it in actuality. maybe i'm too open to the echoes of superstitious i-am-the-center-of-the-world assumptions as i lick my proverbial wounds, but what makes sense these days? any world we fashion may make more sense than reality. i'd rather just sleep.
from the bouts of serendipity back in plattsburgh to the apparent mimicry of things we said in private on the much larger stage of world affairs, it seems like the turmoil in the personal lives of those i know is somehow connected to a larger, almost apocalyptic disorder in things. that build-up of energy before something happens, where you can just feel it, like over the weekend, like the week before, like we all should know what's coming. it's impossible to even talk about it, the whole thing seeming almost silly when vocalised or written down, but simple coincidence seems to have taken a holiday. each of our words carries the possibility of sinister goings-on in the near future.
christine and i were trying to talk about this yesterday, and it's more of a general consensus along the lines of "whoa, someone we know was talking about [x] last week and [something the same or similar to x] happened?" with just a sort of nod. and "whoa," sufficiently awed like a drugged-out teenager thinking about plastic forks. or just the thought of something seeming, disturbingly, to cause it in actuality. maybe i'm too open to the echoes of superstitious i-am-the-center-of-the-world assumptions as i lick my proverbial wounds, but what makes sense these days? any world we fashion may make more sense than reality. i'd rather just sleep.
previous posts
archives
- April 2006
- May 2006
- June 2006
- July 2006
- August 2006
- September 2006
- October 2006
- November 2006
- December 2006
- January 2007
- February 2007
- March 2007
- April 2007
- May 2007
- June 2007
- July 2007
- August 2007
- September 2007
- October 2007
- November 2007
- December 2007
- January 2008
- February 2008
- March 2008
- April 2008
- May 2008
- June 2008
- July 2008
- August 2008
- September 2008
- October 2008
- November 2008
- December 2008
- January 2009
- February 2009
- March 2009
- April 2009
- May 2009
- June 2009
- July 2009
- August 2009
- September 2009
- December 2009
- January 2010
- April 2010
also me
- city lines magazine
- twitter (annus_mirabilis)
- ashley (almost a love song)
- kayleigh (i [verb] you)
- nicole (raise your hopeful voice)
- alli (what an odd-sized explosion.)
- haven kimmel's blog
- sara benincasa
- wonkette
- i blame the patriarchy
- who is ioz?
- a softer world
- toothpaste for dinner
- natalie dee
- married to the sea
- dinosaur comics
- xkcd
- terror island
- the perry bible fellowship
- cat and girl
- björk
- the decemberists
- the weakerthans
- sigur rós
- stephin merritt
- norfolk & western
- the essex green
- of montreal
- elephant 6
- arts&crafts
- laura veirs
- mary timony
- cbc
- alt weeklies
- al jazeera english
- george galloway
- marxists internet archive
- world socialist web site
- the pinky show
- quotidiana
- exit mundi
- the millennial abyss
- the revealer
- killing the buddha
- the brick testament
- colbert nation
- mcsweeney's internet tendency
- the brazen head
- iq infinity: the unknown james joyce
- ulysses by james joyce
- the leonard cohen files
- only revolutions
- luminarium
- geoffrey chaucer hath a blog
- haven kimmel
- purity of heart
- banana yoshimoto
- jeanette winterson
blogs
webcomics
music
news and political
curiosity, entertainery, and literary
about
-
me: aspiring writer, 'music nerd,' seeker of beautiful moments, college student, armchair theologian, nominal quaker, 'the diet coke of emo with no caffeine,' eclectic left-winger, and generally someone who thinks about things too much.
this: unedited, uninhibited, and uninteresting thoughts, nebulous stream-of-consciousness ramblings of memory, inside jokes, obscure references, emotional paroxysms, and slices of life. sometimes there are pictures.
what people are saying about me
'...something entirely different from anybody i've ever known.'
- krystin
'...a nice boy.'
- laura
'...a maoist!'
- greg
'...elevate[s] emotional self-destructiveness to an art form.'
- greg
'...my favorite pixie.'
- lizzie
'...a damn good conversationalist.'
- kelly
'...blue-raspberry [pie]! or or maybe cranberry raisin.'
- becky
'i feel like a wide eyed kid in the socialist candy store...and [he's] the clerk.'
- christine
'...far too sensible and perceptive to be straight.'
- catherine
'...not british.'
- catherine
'...would have made a good medieval monk. one of the non-crooked ones.'
- catherine
'...should have been born a dolphin.'
- elizabeth
ATOM 0.3
'life was just a series of things i'd read about coming true.'
-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
0 Responses to “july, july, july never seemed so strange”
Leave a Reply