October 2011
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Songs that "played" in my mind on 29th Oct 2011
I tried to keep a note of every song that “played” in my mind throughout one day (while awake). I only noted songs that hung around for more than two minutes or so. I might have missed some as I don’t always notice them. Some songs recurred, but I only noted each song once.
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Pop Muzik — M
City Of Angels — The Distillers
Beat Your Heart Out — The Distillers...
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The end product of photosynthesis is sugar. It sounds almost boring, but the...
– Claus Meyer : Nordic Terroir
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Sticking pictures out of magazines on the wall
And after discovering music which was not only the stuff on Top of The Pops, the temptation was to become a music snob, as a defence mechanism, and sneer at “the mass” and set yourself up as the member of some kind of cognoscenti. But I couldn’t manage that cos lots of stuff I liked was very popular, but mainly cos I couldn’t take pleasure in sneering at the music that...
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When I was little I had this naive idea that the reason anyone was writing in a national newspaper, or had a book a in good bookshops everywhere, or had CDs in high street record shops was cos they deserved to be there, they were not only good but they were the best. This made the fact that I didn’t like the most of this stuff even more upsetting. The implication of their ubiquity was that...
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Today I have delusions of adequacy. Probably won’t last long.
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a pat on the head — good dog
This past year I have been mostly —
Dismissing myself, especially my former self. Trivialising what I loved and what mattered to me. Cuz now you’ve “grown up” and you get praise for “growing up”, doing adult things, pretending you endorse values that are “good and proper and necessary” but make you sick, cuz, y’know you’re supposed to...
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One out of focus picture is a mistake. Twenty out of focus pictures is a style.
– Rick Sammon
I heard him say this on TWiT Photo today, but googled and found a quote in text.
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I’m not sure how much of the past 2 1/2 years have been a bad idea. A lot. Lots of picking up of habits that seemed like “improvements” but were only partially so. Were I well enough I’d be looking for a new city in which to live. Or country.
Tired of trying to reconfigure the pieces, now I’m like, fuck the pieces; I want to throw everything away. (I have...
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and (metaphorically speaking) a manifesto to...
There are tenets/presumptions, that like memes I’ve willingly allowed myself to be infected by. Despite several “god, what the fuck am I doing?” moments of supposed realisation there’s still a sense that things are horribly wrong.
I have much reassessing to do, and (metaphorically speaking) a manifesto to re-write.
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Discovered through reading YouTube comments on this video that Mikey Welsh of Weezer died a couple of days ago.
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I’ve just noticed the similarity between this here blog’s design and the current state of Duck Down’s tumblr theme. My links used to be pink (which is now the hover colour). I changed the colour to some kind of red orange (#fc4056) a few weeks (or was it months?) ago.
How did this vaguely similar likeness escape my notice? So inattentive of me. I do tend to pick up patterns of...
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I spent most of yesterday playing my guitar and bass, in the making up of songs (I’m not very good at playing guitars, but I enjoy it). I have at last acquired an adapter thing, so I can plug the guitar into the line-in audio thing on my Mac.
I spent far too many hours doing this playing of the guitar; now am tired. Hours after I put the guitars down, I’m still thinking of songs,...
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Smiths as Hold Music
Rang Urban Splash for summat apartment related. The hold music was This Charming Man by The Smiths.
I wonder what kind of PRS/PPL/royalty system/whateva they have for that kind of thing.
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All books, all documentaries I find anyway, are like the world’s most...
– Jon Ronson on Carpool (from about 26:45 min in)
Carpool is a series of videos where Robert Llewellyn talks to a passenger while he drives them to their destination.
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Telling Tales
Being around people who have a tale about themselves, have roles in the world, I realise I don’t have a role, can’t tell you a tale. Without one I am currencyless. Can’t indicate that I would be of value to anyone. “What do you do?” — Many things, mediocrely.
I don’t know whether I’m fed up not having a decent tale, or fed up with this desperate search...
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Excerpts from 2005/06 — On Ducks
From a txt file I wrote on 15th June 2005.
“Springwatch with Bill Oddie on BBC2 has been great. lots of newborn birds to watch, and their parents. On yesterday’s programme there were many ducks. Including the eider duck. No mallards though.”
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From a txt file I wrote on 24th June 2006.
“Just a duck just a little duck, and so far from my previous pond existence....
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This sorta thing is often a sign of ill at ease
Yesterday night, when I’d usually have been awake and probably writing, I was ridiculously tired and nauseous; the way I used to be when I had “work” weighing on me far too heavily. I went to sleep at around midnight (I think). This sorta thing is often a sign of ill at ease.
I’m trying to figure out what yesterday’s goodbye feeling was about. I have a few ideas —...
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I have a feeling that something is coming to an end. Tho I don’t know what.
This isn’t a cryptic, coded message, I just sense that something is almost over. A goodbye feeling.
Metadata is a love note to the future.
– http://tumblr.austinkleon.com/post/10770293189
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It’s very quiet. I have been sleeping.
Since I woke up I have been watching episodes of twit shows that feature Sarah Lane and trying to sound Californian-y.
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Excerpts from July 2005
I stumbled upon some of these txt files. I used to write when I felt like it, not regularly enuff to call it a diary. They ramble so. Here are some excerpts.
From 19th July 2005
“I feel like i must wander around repeating Willow Willow Willow, over and over again. Or more like I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked. I can’t stop writing...
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(I kept trying to explain what I mean here but I...
Years ago I used to plough through dense and complex, convoluted prose and at the end I’d not only still be standing up I’d be seeking out more to read. As though I was starving (although that was literally true at the time). Henry Jamesian novels with sentences that seemed to go on for half a paragraph. Things in the newspapers that were pages long.
I used to read things that...
September 2011
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