Thursday, March 10, 2016
Tribute to a Queen
"You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath"
-On the Radio
Here is a post dedicated to the first musician I ever found interest in and still have interest in. Regina Spektor, born Реги́нa Ильи́нична Спе́ктор, captured my ears at age 11 while I was surfing through my dad's iPod I found Apres Moi. It seemed so beautiful and intense than the songs on the radio or the ones that my friends told me to like. The lyrics were simultaneously mysterious and confusing, but also thoughtful and personal. I asked my dad about it, and he told me the story behind the song. The title and main lyric in it "Apres Moi le déluge" means "After me, the flood." Which essentially means that saying it implies that you are the end of the world. I really like that. Her lyrics are so poetic. And she writes them all herself. She plays the instruments, sings it- she is the whole package. That's the other cool thing about her- being that whole package she is still herself. She didn't sound like anyone then. Other people have copied her, but she didn't sound like anyone else. She doesn't have a specific style, she says, but she still does. And it is beautiful.
"It doesn't feel natural for me to write some diary type song. I want to write a classic like Yesterday but weird songs about meatballs in refrigerators come into my head – I can't help it."
Isn't that perfect? Answer: Yes.
Anyway, here is her wonderfulness:
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath"
-On the Radio
Here is a post dedicated to the first musician I ever found interest in and still have interest in. Regina Spektor, born Реги́нa Ильи́нична Спе́ктор, captured my ears at age 11 while I was surfing through my dad's iPod I found Apres Moi. It seemed so beautiful and intense than the songs on the radio or the ones that my friends told me to like. The lyrics were simultaneously mysterious and confusing, but also thoughtful and personal. I asked my dad about it, and he told me the story behind the song. The title and main lyric in it "Apres Moi le déluge" means "After me, the flood." Which essentially means that saying it implies that you are the end of the world. I really like that. Her lyrics are so poetic. And she writes them all herself. She plays the instruments, sings it- she is the whole package. That's the other cool thing about her- being that whole package she is still herself. She didn't sound like anyone then. Other people have copied her, but she didn't sound like anyone else. She doesn't have a specific style, she says, but she still does. And it is beautiful.
"It doesn't feel natural for me to write some diary type song. I want to write a classic like Yesterday but weird songs about meatballs in refrigerators come into my head – I can't help it."
Isn't that perfect? Answer: Yes.
Anyway, here is her wonderfulness:
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Mandarin's How-to-do-stuff-thing
In the collaborative notebook I do with my friends (We've talked about this, right?) I do a regular little bit in it called Mandarin's How-to-do-stuff-thing. It's a rip-off of my friend Taylor's thing called Taylor's Tutorials. Mine is the cheap knockoff version you can get for cheap at Walmart, while hers is the real deal. Anyway, here is a recent one.
HOW TO START A GANG
1. Find people- watch the people you are nearby. Their coolness will begin to manifest if you watch them long enough. Approach them and if they truly are cool they will react well. Hopefully. Just don't talk about how you were watching them too much unless they do too.
2. Make stuff together- This is the ultimate bonding experience. Spend enough time with a person collaging, writing dumb fan-fics, or putting stickers on stuff will change your relationship with them.
3. Host a meeting- Now that you have people, invite them to a gang meeting. The following is how to host a beginners meeting. Change and edit it as you need to.
HOW TO START A GANG
1. Find people- watch the people you are nearby. Their coolness will begin to manifest if you watch them long enough. Approach them and if they truly are cool they will react well. Hopefully. Just don't talk about how you were watching them too much unless they do too.
2. Make stuff together- This is the ultimate bonding experience. Spend enough time with a person collaging, writing dumb fan-fics, or putting stickers on stuff will change your relationship with them.
3. Host a meeting- Now that you have people, invite them to a gang meeting. The following is how to host a beginners meeting. Change and edit it as you need to.
- Find a hideout- Anywhere where everyone will be comfortable will be good.
- Bring supplies- This is INCREDIBLY important- Food, pens, stickers, notebooks, cameras, more food, blah, blah, blah.
- Chat about the gang- come up with a name if you want, a manifesto, a code, a tattoo done in pen ink, a handshake, whatever.
- Chat about the world- This can be about the world that is around you but maybe not as directly related to you. This is optional- environment stuff, equality, feminism, politics, blah blah blah.
- Chat about life- Growing up, being you, family, friends, enemies, crushes, projects, less blah blah blah- this is important.
- Document it- This is what the camera and notebook is for. Document whatever seems important or not.
- Close it up- Recite your just written manifesto and plan your next fab meeting!
Slice of Life: People Pie
It's been humid.
Is it a bad thing that I almost always start these posts off talking about the weather? Huh.
But it has been warm. I have been in a weird mood, where I think about how I'm happier alone when I'm alone, but then I think I'm happier with people when I'm with people. But then sometimes I'm lonely when alone, and crowded when in public. It's always got to be one of those four things. It's like from Night Vale when Carlos comments that Cecil is always talking or not talking. There isn't a third option. Here is an excerpt from my journal from yesterday.
"...I was waiting to be picked up from rehearsal inside the school. It was warm outside and I knew it still was even though it was dark. It was just warm and dark. I stepped outside, making sure no one was out there and then just began to walk, thinking I was so cool, so independent. Along the sidewalk, on the grass, occasionally out into the dangerous and empty parking lot. It reminded me of spending time with Nadia and Morgan when we ran around the streets by her house on skateboards and our own feet. It was dark with only a few street lamps and though I didn't say anything about it, I knew it would be one of those weird memories that sticks better than the others. It was like that tonight, but I was alone. I thought about that, how even though I love people (A regular social butterfly HA) I was okay with it. That was a first. Another sticky memory. Is that why they are sticky? Moments that are so good looking, feeling, sounding, that are just so okay in the best way- those are the ones that stick. I've just become hyper-aware of them. I think that's just because I'm 15 though."
Is it a bad thing that I almost always start these posts off talking about the weather? Huh.
But it has been warm. I have been in a weird mood, where I think about how I'm happier alone when I'm alone, but then I think I'm happier with people when I'm with people. But then sometimes I'm lonely when alone, and crowded when in public. It's always got to be one of those four things. It's like from Night Vale when Carlos comments that Cecil is always talking or not talking. There isn't a third option. Here is an excerpt from my journal from yesterday.
"...I was waiting to be picked up from rehearsal inside the school. It was warm outside and I knew it still was even though it was dark. It was just warm and dark. I stepped outside, making sure no one was out there and then just began to walk, thinking I was so cool, so independent. Along the sidewalk, on the grass, occasionally out into the dangerous and empty parking lot. It reminded me of spending time with Nadia and Morgan when we ran around the streets by her house on skateboards and our own feet. It was dark with only a few street lamps and though I didn't say anything about it, I knew it would be one of those weird memories that sticks better than the others. It was like that tonight, but I was alone. I thought about that, how even though I love people (A regular social butterfly HA) I was okay with it. That was a first. Another sticky memory. Is that why they are sticky? Moments that are so good looking, feeling, sounding, that are just so okay in the best way- those are the ones that stick. I've just become hyper-aware of them. I think that's just because I'm 15 though."
March 9
This is my one and only legacy and original thing.
The only thing, readers.
It's also very springy right now- you see that re energized, bright, happy, SPRINGY face? That's what fresh air can do to you.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
The View from 5 p.m tunes
1. Fireflies- Random Forest
2. Swinging Party- Kindness
3. Look Outside- Nat & Alex Wollf
4. Meet you at the Gate- Jayne Trimble
5. Small Town Moon- Regina Spektor
6. Closer- The Tiny
7. Buzzcut Season- Lorde
8. Dream a Little Dream of Me- The Mamas & the Papas
Suits are cool
At least these look kind of like suits. COMME des GARCONS PEOPLE!! Isn't it just wonderful? The weirdness that looks so great. The greatness that looks so weird. All of it. Gah. All of it.
I especially like the maximalist/minimalist combination. It looks so clean cut and simple at a first glance, but then you look again because it's awesome, and you see all the layers and little details. I like that. I like things that look unassuming but are actually greater than you thought.
The suit things- They're not all really suits- but they kind of look like it in ther simplicity and tailoring. Specifically the jackets. You know me and my jackets- these are perfect. A little plain, but that's okay because that makes it good to add things to. It's like bread. It's really good and I couldn't go without it, but it tastes much better with butter or nutella. Nutella. huh.
The shoes- Weird oxfords. With tall black socks. I don't have any oxfords, but these would be fun. I remember in second grade I knew a girl who had converse that had laces that went to the side, kind of like these do. I remember thinking about how hard it would be to lace them up. I think that's just because I couldn't even tie my own shoelaces at the time.
Hair pieces- These just look comfortable. Warm too. Also like they can go with anything. I will take five please.
I especially like the maximalist/minimalist combination. It looks so clean cut and simple at a first glance, but then you look again because it's awesome, and you see all the layers and little details. I like that. I like things that look unassuming but are actually greater than you thought.
The suit things- They're not all really suits- but they kind of look like it in ther simplicity and tailoring. Specifically the jackets. You know me and my jackets- these are perfect. A little plain, but that's okay because that makes it good to add things to. It's like bread. It's really good and I couldn't go without it, but it tastes much better with butter or nutella. Nutella. huh.
The shoes- Weird oxfords. With tall black socks. I don't have any oxfords, but these would be fun. I remember in second grade I knew a girl who had converse that had laces that went to the side, kind of like these do. I remember thinking about how hard it would be to lace them up. I think that's just because I couldn't even tie my own shoelaces at the time.
Hair pieces- These just look comfortable. Warm too. Also like they can go with anything. I will take five please.
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