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Archive for September, 2006

How Do You Feel?

When you’re sad, do you want to listen to sad music? Or do you try and break out by listening to something you think might cheer you up?

Sometimes I like to wallow, but I’ve found that I enjoy sad music just in general. What’s up with that? Not sad for the sake of it, but songs that make your hear hurt. Kick you around a bit.

Lately it’s been Guillemots’ “Redwings”. Holy shit that song kicks me around.

PS - My dog just vomited on the rug.

Jawbreaker “Want” 1994

Man, 1994. Sometimes I just want to go back to my Arkansas bedroom and have those moments back, those moments that involved long, hand-written letters, mixtapes of questionable quality, and tattered corduroys worn through the knees. Just watching the video (with bad lighting and all) takes me right back, and as the crowd joins in for the final “I want you,” I almost feel old enough to cry.

Happy FRIDAY Y’ALL!

Punishment and Seamus Heaney

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I was in a bookstore a while back, browsing the poetry section (stop, just stop), and remembered that there was a Seamus Heaney poem I was fond of that I could never remember the title of. I found some Heaney on the shelves and started flipping through, looking for the one I remembered, but I never found it.

I did, however, stumble across “Punishment”, which tore me open right there. I didn’t buy the collection it was in, because I own another one with almost all the same poems in it, but I wrote it down on a receipt, “Punishment, Don’t Forget”.

I found that receipt the other day cleaning out my bag and revisited the poem for the first time since finding it in that bookstore. I wanted to share it, and document it here, because it seriously kicks my ass. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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It’s a Baby, Y’all

My dear friend Ian and his wife recently welcomed Quinn Mei to their lives, and when I saw their birth announcement, I almost exploded.

“Quinn may not change much from day to day, but her poop is evolving in colors and texture at a staggering rate. If this trend continued through the human life-cycle our feces would achieve self-awareness by age 5 and probably be working in upper-echelon think tanks by 7 years (if properly preserved).”

Yep, that’s a birth announcement written by Ian. Congratulations you guys, she’s beyond beautiful.

Zach Booth, Austin Artist

DIGITAL ART INSTALLATION: “Mariposa” (Butterflies). Watch as the children stand in front of the screen, and the projected butterflies swarm to their hands and heads. Incredible.

Check out the rest of his intallation art at Mine Control, then head over to The Austin Museum of Digital Art and make a contribution.

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