depeche mode!

Depeche Mode @ the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion in Houston tonight :) ... possible pics to come. We have lawn seats, so there won't be anything quality.



laterz
c.

walking in my shoes.

My new haircut.

Just kidding! But I did cut my hair... 5 inches gone. My head definitely feels lighter :)

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I'm back in Austin after a week-long Houston visit. Quality time was spent with the little bro, friends (namely Nicole, actually only Nicole), and with the parents. I got the call yesterday afternoon that I'd been accepted into Texas Monthly's internship program! I'll be working with their Consumer Marketing person. Awesome. More to come on this later.

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Also, check this out. New vid for On the Water, by The Walkmen (who will be at ACL, btw!). It's pretty sweet.



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c.

i ran from the tide.

Have you ever felt like you have nothing to say? You tire of your best friends, you tire of meeting more strangers. The conversation drifts easily in a circular motion, fitting into a well-honed groove. You begin to feel as if you have nothing left to offer. Your tongue is thick, masking the voice and overcoming the stark reality of consciousness. Religion, politics, morality, college gossip, etc, etc, etc - they're all there, ample fodder, no doubt. What kind of depth can you establish in a friendship? What kind of trust can you invest in someone else? Can you swallow the tragedy of betrayal? Can you return to your prior self, oblivious and unaware of your rueful discovery? I am not yet resigned or completely disheartened. I'm simply lying in wait, determined that I will find at least a piece of myself buried in someone else.

I pulled up my old blog in search of a mention of Heart of Darkness, only to re-sample some of the acridity that ate away at and nearly destroyed my sophomore year of college. Since then I've come a long way in terms of perspective and how I deal with things. It's important to glean what you can from the shit you've been subjected to. Reflection will be both your bane and your boon.

So much left to learn, so little time.

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Let me lighten things up a bit :) ... don't get me wrong, I'm no longer the pessimist of my past (or at least, I haven't been for a good while). My trip to Houston thus far has introduced me to the scintillating ways the music of Kasabian can and will have with you ... Processed Beats. Yum.

Enjoy~ & happy last week before school starts.
c.

- oh ... and pic courtesy of lina scheynius. love.

aliens + vampires.

TONIGHT.
District 9.
see this review over @ the Village Voice.

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In other movie news, who doesn't love a little Park Chan-Wook? Check out the trailer for Thirst, Chan-Wook's latest effort involving vampires (popular subject matter right now, eh?). I wanna see it.

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I'm up at AFS, working my last shift. I decided not to stick around here for the fall, as I'm entertaining other awesome internship possibilities. Coming back in the spring will always be an option!

I'll be in Houston this weekend + some of next week, and am planning to blog with a little more frequency. I want to make mention of Bryan Poyser, Director of Artist Services here at AFS. I got the chance to see two of his films recently, and I have nothing but praise to give. I also want to throw around some Klosterman material, discuss my most recent movie nights with Giles (film god), talk about The Reader (maybe - I said I'd review it like a month ago), and post pics of my new pet rat (who finally received her name yesterday: Pancake). And oh yeah, we're starting a book club.

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c.

K 10.

Kompakt 10.

My favorite label.  Ever.  

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Apologies for yet another half-assed post.  I'm up at AFS... obviously doing my job? 

P.S. I just got a pet rat!  Eeek!  Any name ideas? 

mmmm dear.

So, once again, this isn't a real post.

But I had to share.

M. Dear.

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looking for astronauts.

pic cred - lina scheynius.
from her polaroid 100 project.

Real post coming soon... I swear. Talking Sunday-ish...

I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. Will elaborate further once I'm able. STRESS! I have an interview tomorrow. In Spanish. Yikes!

p.s. Lay me down and say something pretty... I would kill to see this band. I believe I last wrote about The National in my melodramatic, and all too livejournal-esque, "Red Light" blog (heartbroken rants, much?). It's high time I lent my undeveloped hand once again to their praises. For some reason, The National clicks with me like no other. Matt Berninger's voice is musk, sex, devotion, baritone... and ultimately comfort. Love.

night~
c.

anemik?

Sweet.

I'm planning on a more hefty blog update soon.  But for now, Dinky will have to suffice.

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