Dear dedicated readers of my blog (yes, all two of you),
Unfortunately my computer decided to die on me (what?! twice within a year and a half?! yeah, i know.) so I have not had a computer for almost a month. Or over a month. I'm not sure. Regardless, that is why I have stopped blogging.
However, in the interim, I have been journaling by hand. My initial plan was to eventually upload these handwritten entries to my blog, but the nature of writing by hand is so different from writing online that I fear my entries have become too weird/personal, so I don't know how many I'll actually post. But you've got that to look forward to, that is if you look forward to reading my posts (<3 Samuel <3).
At first when I lost my computer I would get really moody and weird at times... like technology withdrawal, or something. But now I don't even want my computer back. Computers are a barrier between people of our generation and reality, Facebook is super lame, email is for suckers. FUCK YOU, STUDENT TALK.
Well well well, can I update you on? I've decided to study abroad next semester at the University of Essex in Colchester, England. They've got a lot of film classes, so that should be neato! I still have to start the application though, which is due later this month... but I have the utmost confidence that I WILL GET THAT APPLICATION COMPLETED AND TURNED IN ON TIME!
(I should probably be working on that rather than blogging but... sacrifices must be made).
Also, I successfully dressed as Daria for Halloween.
Please watch Swimming to Cambodia.
I've seen some more bands recently as well... better keep up that list...
Octopus Project
Starfucker
Sufjan Stevens
Owen Pallett
and maybe Young the Giant tomorrow. But probably not.
I'm getting ready to pick my classes for next semester and I think I've decided on the following:
Special Topics in Music: Film Music
Rock and Roll Writing
Music in Western Civilization
Elementary Astronomy
Applied Keyboard Studies
NEAT.
Uhh... not too much else going on... Thanksgiving soon, that'll be exciting...
MMK I'll try to update more (or maybe get my computer fixed... maybe).
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: Down and Dirty Pictures: Miramax, Sundance, and the Rise of Independent Film by Peter Biskind
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: The Blues are Still Blue by Belle and Sebastian (The Life Pursuit)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Swimming to Cambodia (1987, dir. Jonathan Demme)
Friday, November 5, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
An oath.
I was thinking about how absurd it is that we pose for pictures. I mean, in the way we do. Everyone huddles together and smiles, for the most part, and it's like. When you look back, you're still going to know if that was a fake smile. Remember school pictures in elementary school? And the vision and hearing tests? That was fun.
From now on I am not going to smile in pictures. Even if I'm having the time of my life.
My birthday is in two days!
I like to write on these what I'm currently reading/listening to/watching, because i feel like it keeps me reading/listening/watching more. And I should be doing more of all of those things, in addition to writing more, which is kind of what the blog's for.
No word of the day because I hate smiling in pictures.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: The Story of Pygmalian and the Statue by Ovid
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Weird Science by Oingo Boingo (Dead Man's Party)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: My So-Called Life, season 1
From now on I am not going to smile in pictures. Even if I'm having the time of my life.
My birthday is in two days!
I like to write on these what I'm currently reading/listening to/watching, because i feel like it keeps me reading/listening/watching more. And I should be doing more of all of those things, in addition to writing more, which is kind of what the blog's for.
No word of the day because I hate smiling in pictures.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: The Story of Pygmalian and the Statue by Ovid
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Weird Science by Oingo Boingo (Dead Man's Party)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: My So-Called Life, season 1
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
A musical.
There are some really simple things that make me happy for no reason. I think everybody has those things. I love the word "paranoid," just looking at it typed on my screen is good enough. I also have this little spot on my pillowcase where i must have put it in some bleach, and it's this little brownish pinkish dot, this little imperfection. Maybe I like it because it distinguishes my pillowcase from all the other ones that sat on the shelf next to it.
I still have to watch the Music Man, it is making me UNhappy. It's just not that interesting for long periods of time. I'm noticing some cool things in it though. There's a lot of sing-talking, like when people talk to a beat, or sing to some diegetic music; they aren't singing a melody really, it really more like talking. And there is almost always background music (diegetic or not) playing. It's pretty cool, actually. Creative. It's almost operatic in a way. Start this video at about one minute in if you want to see what I mean.
This weekend I have to edit my first video for my production class. I think it's going to be fun but I also can kind of tell that it has the potential to be incredibly frustrating and ultimately disappointing. BUT. I'm keeping optimistic.
confiscable
liable to be taken by an authorized party.
That's a pretty good word. Like a contraband, right? I think so. I'm trying to use the word confiscable to bring up some sort of memory but I can't, and I should take a shower instead anyway. I always have good ideas in the shower so maybe I'll think of something in there and tell you aaaaall about it tomorrow. (Also, it's funny that blogspot doesn't recognize confiscable as a word).
It's also been hard to read in my room today because I can hear other people talking really clearly. I don't know where they are but somehow their voices must be echoing in such a way that it sounds like they are speaking into a megaphone directed toward my open window. I know at least one of the people talking (I can recognize one, anyway), and it's hard not to eavesdrop.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: "Video: The Aesthetics of Narcissism" by Rosalind Krauss
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Vivrant Thing by A Tribe Called Quest (The Anthology)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Thirteen (2003, dir. Catherine Hardwicke)
I still have to watch the Music Man, it is making me UNhappy. It's just not that interesting for long periods of time. I'm noticing some cool things in it though. There's a lot of sing-talking, like when people talk to a beat, or sing to some diegetic music; they aren't singing a melody really, it really more like talking. And there is almost always background music (diegetic or not) playing. It's pretty cool, actually. Creative. It's almost operatic in a way. Start this video at about one minute in if you want to see what I mean.
This weekend I have to edit my first video for my production class. I think it's going to be fun but I also can kind of tell that it has the potential to be incredibly frustrating and ultimately disappointing. BUT. I'm keeping optimistic.
confiscable
liable to be taken by an authorized party.
That's a pretty good word. Like a contraband, right? I think so. I'm trying to use the word confiscable to bring up some sort of memory but I can't, and I should take a shower instead anyway. I always have good ideas in the shower so maybe I'll think of something in there and tell you aaaaall about it tomorrow. (Also, it's funny that blogspot doesn't recognize confiscable as a word).
It's also been hard to read in my room today because I can hear other people talking really clearly. I don't know where they are but somehow their voices must be echoing in such a way that it sounds like they are speaking into a megaphone directed toward my open window. I know at least one of the people talking (I can recognize one, anyway), and it's hard not to eavesdrop.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: "Video: The Aesthetics of Narcissism" by Rosalind Krauss
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Vivrant Thing by A Tribe Called Quest (The Anthology)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Thirteen (2003, dir. Catherine Hardwicke)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A memory.
I let myself get away with not posting an update yesterday because, technically, my last update WAS yesterday at 1am... either way, I'm missing one.
Funny story... Today in my video class each student was required to bring in an external hard drive, onto which we had to copy 50 video clips. We were supposed to rename our drive, and I suggested that the girl next to me name hers Melora and I named mine Shirley. The video clips were taking forever to load onto the drives, so two people uploaded them and the rest of us daisy-chained to share with the rest of the class. I got the videos, and gave my drive to another girl in the class so she could upload them to hers. When she was done, she turned around, gave me back my hard drive, and said "Thanks, Shirley." Because she (understandably) thought that was my name. Maybe that story isn't as funny as I thought it was. Oh well.
I read an article earlier today about Ernest Withers , an African American photographer whose work documented the civil rights movement. It was recently discovered that he was also a paid FBI informant, putting a blemish on his reputation. The article mentioned other artists whose work belied their personal morals or activities (T.S. Eliot's anti-Semitism, Picasso's misogyny), but the point was, should we judge an artist's work based on their art alone? Should their personal lives have an impact on how we view them? Randy Kennedy, the author, seemed to think not, and I tend to agree. But it is an interesting question. I also think that Withers is different from Kennedy's other examples in that he took advantage of his position as a photographer to gain information (allegedly), and that his behavior seems to contradict the messages he supported through his art.
Art and issues around art are especially of interest to me lately. I am not sure why. I guess I'm taking basically all arts-y classes this semester.
Speaking of classes, I should mention that while the norm is to take four classes I am only in three: Fundamentals of Music, Intro to Video, and Musical Theater in America (also, cello lessons, but that's only half a credit, and it's not really a class...). I should also note that I have to write papers for zero of my classes which is why I have been adamant about blogging recently.
But enough of that. On to our word of the day...
efface
to cause to disappear by rubbing out, striking out, etc.
I admit that I have not been the best about actually using my "word of the day" in real life, but I think this one is going to be especially hard to squeeze in today.
The word "efface" makes me think of...
This one time in second grade. My teacher was Ms Ketcham. She sucked.
Anyway, one day I was waiting in line for something, I don't remember, but I had to sit at a table with the pencil boxes, and I wrote PENCILS (in pencil) on the plastic lid of the box.
After recess Ms Ketcham gave us a very serious talk about how somebody destroyed her property by writing on it or some bullshit like that. And, after making a big deal out of how wrong and bad it was, she urged whoever it was to confess. So obviously I wasn't going to confess to her; when I was in second grade (read: even now) I was truly intimidated by teachers and people in charge and couldn't stick up for myself. But when I got home that day I told my mom what happened and the next thing I know we're having a "parent-teacher conference." It was all very serious until Ms Ketcham showed my mom exactly what I had done to deface her beloved property. "This is it?" my mom asked. She took the plastic lid of the box, licked her thumb, and effaced the word PENCILS from the lid of the pencil box.
My mom is a really awesome woman and I think she deserves an entry all to herself, but that is for another time.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: "Life In The Way Of Art" by Randy Kennedy from Sunday's New York Times
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Postcards from Italy by Beirut (Gulag Orkestar)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Music Man (1962, dir. Morton DaCosta)
Funny story... Today in my video class each student was required to bring in an external hard drive, onto which we had to copy 50 video clips. We were supposed to rename our drive, and I suggested that the girl next to me name hers Melora and I named mine Shirley. The video clips were taking forever to load onto the drives, so two people uploaded them and the rest of us daisy-chained to share with the rest of the class. I got the videos, and gave my drive to another girl in the class so she could upload them to hers. When she was done, she turned around, gave me back my hard drive, and said "Thanks, Shirley." Because she (understandably) thought that was my name. Maybe that story isn't as funny as I thought it was. Oh well.
I read an article earlier today about Ernest Withers , an African American photographer whose work documented the civil rights movement. It was recently discovered that he was also a paid FBI informant, putting a blemish on his reputation. The article mentioned other artists whose work belied their personal morals or activities (T.S. Eliot's anti-Semitism, Picasso's misogyny), but the point was, should we judge an artist's work based on their art alone? Should their personal lives have an impact on how we view them? Randy Kennedy, the author, seemed to think not, and I tend to agree. But it is an interesting question. I also think that Withers is different from Kennedy's other examples in that he took advantage of his position as a photographer to gain information (allegedly), and that his behavior seems to contradict the messages he supported through his art.
Art and issues around art are especially of interest to me lately. I am not sure why. I guess I'm taking basically all arts-y classes this semester.
Speaking of classes, I should mention that while the norm is to take four classes I am only in three: Fundamentals of Music, Intro to Video, and Musical Theater in America (also, cello lessons, but that's only half a credit, and it's not really a class...). I should also note that I have to write papers for zero of my classes which is why I have been adamant about blogging recently.
But enough of that. On to our word of the day...
efface
to cause to disappear by rubbing out, striking out, etc.
I admit that I have not been the best about actually using my "word of the day" in real life, but I think this one is going to be especially hard to squeeze in today.
The word "efface" makes me think of...
This one time in second grade. My teacher was Ms Ketcham. She sucked.
Anyway, one day I was waiting in line for something, I don't remember, but I had to sit at a table with the pencil boxes, and I wrote PENCILS (in pencil) on the plastic lid of the box.
After recess Ms Ketcham gave us a very serious talk about how somebody destroyed her property by writing on it or some bullshit like that. And, after making a big deal out of how wrong and bad it was, she urged whoever it was to confess. So obviously I wasn't going to confess to her; when I was in second grade (read: even now) I was truly intimidated by teachers and people in charge and couldn't stick up for myself. But when I got home that day I told my mom what happened and the next thing I know we're having a "parent-teacher conference." It was all very serious until Ms Ketcham showed my mom exactly what I had done to deface her beloved property. "This is it?" my mom asked. She took the plastic lid of the box, licked her thumb, and effaced the word PENCILS from the lid of the pencil box.
My mom is a really awesome woman and I think she deserves an entry all to herself, but that is for another time.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: "Life In The Way Of Art" by Randy Kennedy from Sunday's New York Times
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Postcards from Italy by Beirut (Gulag Orkestar)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Music Man (1962, dir. Morton DaCosta)
Monday, September 27, 2010
A list.
Today I went to the Epicenter 2010 show and I had the best time EVER seeing Blink 182 and Bad Religion (also, Rise Against, 30 Seconds to Mars, but whatever.)
Anyway, I realized how many shows I've been to and I thought it might be a good idea to start making a list right now, even though there are definitely bands/artists I will forget.
So, (in no particular order except how they come to mind):
Blink 182
Bad Religion
Rise Against
30 Seconds to Mars
The Matches (more than any other band, around 7x!)
Laura Veirs (2x)
Minus the Bear (2x)
Snoop Dogg
A Tribe Called Quest
Wu Tang Clan (plus Method and Red a separate time)
Rakim
KRS one
Murs and 9th Wonder
Immortal Technique (2x... ugh)
Brother Ali
Jedi Mind Tricks
Hieroglyphics (del!)
Bad Brains
Slipknot
Cypress Hill
Sublime (sans Bradley)
Geto Boys
Pennywise
Pixies
Buzzcocks
Dead Man's Bones
Man Man
!!! Chk Chk Chk
The White Stripes
Jimmy Eat World
Motion City Soundtrack
Green Day
Paul Simon
Brian Wilson
Hall and Oates (2x)
The Turtles
The Lovin' Spoonful
Of Montreal
MGMT
Sam Roberts
Ben Kweller
Sufjan Stevens (about to be 2x!)
The Decemberists
The Shins (2x)
Viva Voce
Belle and Sebastian
Imogen Heap
Rogue Wave (2x)
Death Cab for Cutie (2x)
Plain White T's
Roses Are Red
This Day and Age
A Thorn for Every Heart
Aquabats
Backstreet Boys
NSync
Britney Spears
Mandy Moore
Gwar
Steve Aoki (also, Rivers Cuomo and Lil John)
Infected Mushroom
Deadmau5
Cascada
Built to Spill
Eagles of Death Metal
Young Galaxy
Madonna
Reel Big Fish
Streetlight Manifesto
Suicide Machines
The Hives
Ok Go
From First to Last
I Am Ghost
Dashboard Confessional
Brand New
Sage Francis
Yo La Tengo
Styx
These aren't even necessarily bands I even like, some I just remember because I bought a shirt or a poster which helped me remember...
LET ME KNOW IF YOU CAN THINK OF ANY I'M MISSING.
Anyway, I realized how many shows I've been to and I thought it might be a good idea to start making a list right now, even though there are definitely bands/artists I will forget.
So, (in no particular order except how they come to mind):
Blink 182
Bad Religion
Rise Against
30 Seconds to Mars
The Matches (more than any other band, around 7x!)
Laura Veirs (2x)
Minus the Bear (2x)
Snoop Dogg
A Tribe Called Quest
Wu Tang Clan (plus Method and Red a separate time)
Rakim
KRS one
Murs and 9th Wonder
Immortal Technique (2x... ugh)
Brother Ali
Jedi Mind Tricks
Hieroglyphics (del!)
Bad Brains
Slipknot
Cypress Hill
Sublime (sans Bradley)
Geto Boys
Pennywise
Pixies
Buzzcocks
Dead Man's Bones
Man Man
!!! Chk Chk Chk
The White Stripes
Jimmy Eat World
Motion City Soundtrack
Green Day
Paul Simon
Brian Wilson
Hall and Oates (2x)
The Turtles
The Lovin' Spoonful
Of Montreal
MGMT
Sam Roberts
Ben Kweller
Sufjan Stevens (about to be 2x!)
The Decemberists
The Shins (2x)
Viva Voce
Belle and Sebastian
Imogen Heap
Rogue Wave (2x)
Death Cab for Cutie (2x)
Plain White T's
Roses Are Red
This Day and Age
A Thorn for Every Heart
Aquabats
Backstreet Boys
NSync
Britney Spears
Mandy Moore
Gwar
Steve Aoki (also, Rivers Cuomo and Lil John)
Infected Mushroom
Deadmau5
Cascada
Built to Spill
Eagles of Death Metal
Young Galaxy
Madonna
Reel Big Fish
Streetlight Manifesto
Suicide Machines
The Hives
Ok Go
From First to Last
I Am Ghost
Dashboard Confessional
Brand New
Sage Francis
Yo La Tengo
Styx
These aren't even necessarily bands I even like, some I just remember because I bought a shirt or a poster which helped me remember...
LET ME KNOW IF YOU CAN THINK OF ANY I'M MISSING.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
An illness.
First of all I would like to say that I am sick. I have a cold, and a sinus infection, and the flu, and the ebola virus, and the chicken pox. Well not ebola or the chicken pox but you get the idea.
There's something so satisfying to me about being sick. As much as it sucks, there's a part of me that loves basking in my own vile body of unhealth and unrest. It feels like yeah, my body's at it's limit, but now it's cleansing itself and I will be as good as new when I'm better.
My disgusting personal oddities aside, I would like to share with you today's word.
hobbledehoy
an awkward, gawky young fellow.
Well. Looks like Michael Cera's got his own little entry in the dictionary.
Also, please watch this:
I'm playing Modest Mouse in my room. Without a doubt, they are the band I listen to the most. They never get old. And I think that in addition to their music AND lyrics being utterly ILL (cough, cough) I happened to find this band at the right time in my life. I thought I wanted to talk about this but I am realizing that I do not have the energy.
I don't feel good, I'm going to bed.
CURRENTLY READING: Sunday's New York Times, DVD review section by Dave Kehr
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Breakthrough by Modest Mouse (This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Third Man (1949, dir. Carol Reed)
There's something so satisfying to me about being sick. As much as it sucks, there's a part of me that loves basking in my own vile body of unhealth and unrest. It feels like yeah, my body's at it's limit, but now it's cleansing itself and I will be as good as new when I'm better.
My disgusting personal oddities aside, I would like to share with you today's word.
hobbledehoy
an awkward, gawky young fellow.
Well. Looks like Michael Cera's got his own little entry in the dictionary.
Also, please watch this:
I'm playing Modest Mouse in my room. Without a doubt, they are the band I listen to the most. They never get old. And I think that in addition to their music AND lyrics being utterly ILL (cough, cough) I happened to find this band at the right time in my life. I thought I wanted to talk about this but I am realizing that I do not have the energy.
I don't feel good, I'm going to bed.
CURRENTLY READING: Sunday's New York Times, DVD review section by Dave Kehr
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Breakthrough by Modest Mouse (This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Third Man (1949, dir. Carol Reed)
Friday, September 24, 2010
An exercise.
I remember reading somewhere that when you keep using your brain for something it creates channels or pathways in your brain that make you better at that activity. I would like to be a better writer so I am going to try to just keep writing and getting myself used to thinking of words and stringing them together to form a thought or communicate feelings and ideas. This is my first attempt. Practice.
I'm trying to just keep writing even though I have nothing to say because I think it is good for me. It's not even that I would necessarily like to be a writer or do any writing whatsoever for the rest of my life, but I see other people who can express themselves through painting or drawing or writing music and I am not really very creative in those ways. I think I am a good writer but I just don't have things to say that I can put into words.
I have always thought of myself as a creative type and I am starting to come to terms with the fact that I am (and probably always have been) more of an academic. I always tell myself I'm musically inclined and bad at math, but I have an inkling that I am quite good at math and not that musically inclined either.
I wish I had more to say right now. I would like to give myself a word or page count that I should try to reach but unfortunately blogspot does not tell you how many words or letters you have typed. I should also stop using the word "you" in my writing because it's not really correct or proper. I should also stop using the words "really" and "very" because they don't sound good either. I should also stop using "good" and "interesting" and their ilk because those are not really good or very interesting words.
I actually really like words and I feel like I have a big vocabulary but I am not used to using bigger or more creative words in context, or ever. I try to use different words when I speak, mix it up a bit, I tend to say things like "excellent" or "superb" or "delightful," but even those have become a bit commonplace in my vocabulary. Maybe I should learn a word every day and make it a rule that I must use that word at least once in the day, in proper context.
Today's word of the day on dictionary.com is:
frabjous
wonderful, elegant, superb, or delicious.
This is an incredibly satisfying word. Not only because it is from the Jabberwocky (trust me, it is), but because "wonderful" and "superb" (as already mentioned) are words for which I am constantly trying to find a synonym.
Damn I wish I had a word count.
I feel that this blog is going nowhere. None of my posts have any meaning, nor are they of any interest to anybody. They aren't even entertaining for those who might care to read.
Also, I have managed to accomplish exactly zero percent of my work today. Well, not zero, I did decide to skip the prologue in this book I have to read, and I read the first page after that, that's gotta count for something.
People always say "write what you know," right? Yeah, but all I know is ME, and film people will always tell you never to write about yourself. Draw from personal experience, they say, but everybody can tell when you write about yourself, and it's narcissistic and indulgent unless you are actually somebody people know or care about. (I am neither of these.)
Bottom line: I've got nothing to say.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: Doing Documentary Work by Robert Coles
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Ask Me Anything by The Strokes (First Impressions of Earth)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Pink Flamingos (1972, dir. John Waters)
I'm trying to just keep writing even though I have nothing to say because I think it is good for me. It's not even that I would necessarily like to be a writer or do any writing whatsoever for the rest of my life, but I see other people who can express themselves through painting or drawing or writing music and I am not really very creative in those ways. I think I am a good writer but I just don't have things to say that I can put into words.
I have always thought of myself as a creative type and I am starting to come to terms with the fact that I am (and probably always have been) more of an academic. I always tell myself I'm musically inclined and bad at math, but I have an inkling that I am quite good at math and not that musically inclined either.
I wish I had more to say right now. I would like to give myself a word or page count that I should try to reach but unfortunately blogspot does not tell you how many words or letters you have typed. I should also stop using the word "you" in my writing because it's not really correct or proper. I should also stop using the words "really" and "very" because they don't sound good either. I should also stop using "good" and "interesting" and their ilk because those are not really good or very interesting words.
I actually really like words and I feel like I have a big vocabulary but I am not used to using bigger or more creative words in context, or ever. I try to use different words when I speak, mix it up a bit, I tend to say things like "excellent" or "superb" or "delightful," but even those have become a bit commonplace in my vocabulary. Maybe I should learn a word every day and make it a rule that I must use that word at least once in the day, in proper context.
Today's word of the day on dictionary.com is:
frabjous
wonderful, elegant, superb, or delicious.
This is an incredibly satisfying word. Not only because it is from the Jabberwocky (trust me, it is), but because "wonderful" and "superb" (as already mentioned) are words for which I am constantly trying to find a synonym.
Damn I wish I had a word count.
I feel that this blog is going nowhere. None of my posts have any meaning, nor are they of any interest to anybody. They aren't even entertaining for those who might care to read.
Also, I have managed to accomplish exactly zero percent of my work today. Well, not zero, I did decide to skip the prologue in this book I have to read, and I read the first page after that, that's gotta count for something.
People always say "write what you know," right? Yeah, but all I know is ME, and film people will always tell you never to write about yourself. Draw from personal experience, they say, but everybody can tell when you write about yourself, and it's narcissistic and indulgent unless you are actually somebody people know or care about. (I am neither of these.)
Bottom line: I've got nothing to say.
That is all.
CURRENTLY READING: Doing Documentary Work by Robert Coles
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Ask Me Anything by The Strokes (First Impressions of Earth)
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Pink Flamingos (1972, dir. John Waters)
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