sunday bazaar.

bizarre. bizarre. bizarre.

Bruce Nauman.
in The New Yorker.

Clown Torture -

y.y.y.

cool.
info.

sweet simplicity.

Love Song

How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among lost objects in the dark
in some quiet unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two string but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in the hand?
O sweetest of songs.

Rainer Maria Rilke

photo cred - lina scheynius.
blog idea cred - npr! scenes, sounds, sonnets.

message in a bottle.

They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?

Waking Life is a quick, breezy flick laced with probing and introspective dialogue. The film makes repeated stabs at divining the meaning behind life and existence; but in the end, we are left no more awake than asleep, and there can be no answer. Check out this review.

I enjoyed Linklater's use of rotoscoping to animate the film. Shot here in Austin, 'Waking Life' took over a year to animate. The film feels distinctly dreamlike and is effective at transporting the viewer into the protagonist's altered world. The animation is, in effect, essential to the story.

'Waking Life' is the stuff of a college kid's musings; it's the conversation we've all had and will have countless times over. Is there any way to put life into perspective? Nah. But we shouldn't stop trying.

Pillowtalk at its best.

Did I mention that Richard Linklater founded AFS?! So cool! Maybe I'll get the chance to meet him this summer; you never know...

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So I've been back in Houston for Memorial Day Weekend, but am anticipating my return to Austin tomorrow afternoon. The weather - abysmal; the food - AMAZING.

I need to find a paying part-time job, and will be on the hunt beginning Tuesday. HELP! I'm sending out an SOS ;)

catch ya back in ATX~
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summer reading.

What I'm reading now... what next???

Maybe this? I picked it up at Half Price earlier this afternoon (take an extra 20% off through Monday! Check it out!). 'White Noise' by DeLillo is solid; as far as how 'Mao II' is, I have no clue. I judged it by its cover. Mistake?

Send me your recs. I'm all about reading during the summer :)
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mmm memorial day.

Sleepyhead, the Passion Pit track that practically everyone has already heard... but that's ok - they're somehow the sound of summer. AND fortunately for us, they'll be here in Austin at Emo's on June 3rd. I suppose I should buy a ticket before they sellout aka what happened with Grizzly Bear/Hear We Go Magic. Eff me.

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Eeeeek! I'm interning at AFS this summer. Here's to getting plugged into the Austin film industry. I'm really curious as to where exactly this might take me. Ultimately I'd like a career in the arts, whether it be in music, film, media, whatever... we'll see.

Happy Memorial Day weekend and all that ;)
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summer lovin'

A silent Scarlett.

Happy start of summer :)
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heaven on earth.

Yes, that is where I will be June 10 - 14. Heaven does exist.

Totally unrelated to my imminent family vacation to the Cayman Islands... I want to gift a song.
Tomorrow - Superpitcher

Yeah, more Kompakt artist love. Dig it.

For all those still under the finals crunch (me included), be aware that tomorrow will not be like today... hehe listen.

<3
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polilla.

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Burial is Will Bevan.
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Moth - Burial/Four Tet

Read a little more here. I dig this track.

I'm ridiculously unprepared for my finals. Consider this music to study with. It's passable company :)

Good luck everyone!
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happy m. day

As if you didn't already know, I <3 Michael Mayer.

But I love my mom more. Happy happy Mother's Day :)
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and girls.

Richie Hawtin's setup from SocialClub on Vimeo.

Basically how Richie Hawtin rocks it.

Oh and I totally just stumbled upon the best article ever - a mini recap of the birth of minimal. It's a bit dated (2007), but still relevant. Read: Space Exploration, courtesy of guardian.

A few excerpts:

The sound that has been filling those clubs and distributed on those labels, and which has exploded across the continent, is broadly known as minimal. Over the past five or so years, it's grown from an arcane subdivision of techno into an ubiquitous buzzword on the dance scene.

Characterised by simple, spare beats and subtle sonic details, minimal can baffle novices: how can music with seemingly so little to it manage to work dancefloors into a state of frenzy, let alone cross over to casual dance fans? But there is a rich emotional pull to the best minimal records: furthermore, by stripping all extraneous sound from a track, all the subtle details - shifts in tempo, melodic phrases, textural effects - are magnified a hundredfold. It is equally cerebral and physical: on the dancefloor, you can lose yourself in thinking about how the dots join up with each other even as your body moves automatically to the beat.

Villalobos and Jonson are good friends, but their attitudes to their art could not be more different. Villalobos is, to put it bluntly, a renowned party freak: in most pictures he is dishevelled, wild-haired and wild-eyed. I interview him a week before his girlfriend gives birth to their first child; when asked how his lifestyle will be affected, he sighs deeply before replying, "I guess I will have to go home after the first afterparty instead of the fifth."

Jonson, on the other hand, is more introspective... Until recently he based himself in Vancouver rather than Berlin for artistic reasons: "In a city which doesn't have a club scene, I find that more creative - because there's less to do, all the musicians are hanging out with each other and making music. And I don't really take inspiration from clubs - nature inspires me. Art, architecture, the weather inspires me. And girls."

In minimal techno, what is not in the music can be as important as what is there: the gaps in between the beats and the melodies provide the spaces in which the dancers can find liberation, to free their minds by losing them. Villalobos smiles, and says merely: "That freedom is what I want to give to everyone."
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over & out -
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something more.

You may have already heard of Christopher West, a Catholic speaker actively spreading the good word... the good word being sex. He was featured on ABC's Nightline last night.

Watch this: The Joy of Christian Sex.

Catholicism, a "sensual" religion. Mmhmm yes, oh yes.

a spoonful of sugar.

'doggie parade' - click chick - file mag
Quick dose of cuteness.

Dude... Mother's Day is Sunday. Any last minute gift ideas?!

out with the trekkies.

OMG Star Trek.

No, I'm not an avid Star Trek fan, and quite far from classifiable as a trekkie, but I do enjoy J.J. Abram's work. Alias!!! in particular. I own all 5 seasons (is that embarrassing?), but even I will admit that it's not worth watching beyond season 3. And yes, I did once aspire to be a CIA agent in true Sydney Bristow style.

I'm hoping to catch the new and improved Star Trek tomorrow with my little bro. Contingent on whether or not I'm running a fever, that is. Did I mention I've been dying for the past week and a half? Had to go in for the works yesterday - IV with fluids, anti-nausea meds, antibiotics, etc. Ugh. Here's to good health.

Check out the contrast between Mondello's review for NPR and Lane's piece at the New Yorker.

Happy Thursday :)
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timewarp!

I want to go to a party like that.