I can't feel my appendages; Or how I learned to truly be a machine.

So, this blog, after a lengthy 3 blogs, came to a stand-still.

I know all you faithful readers were so very disappointed in my disappearance, but fear not, I [think I am] back!
To be honest, I forgot about you, you little cutie... But that's neither here nor there.

I feel my music/film/media reviews are lackluster, so instead I'm just going to list what I dig at the time being, followed by ramblings and meandering thoughts. Who knows, maybe an insightful topic or discussion will arise. Inspiration is left to be sparked.

Recent aural pleasure: Uffie, Addiquit, Kimya Dawson, Simian Mobile Disco, White Magic, Smog/Bill Callahan, Adrian Orange, Daniel Johnston, Serge Gainsbourg, Toshio Iwai, Sam Prekop, The Radio Dept., Geoff Farina, Rita Pavone.

Recent visual pleasure: Hard Candy, Olafur Eliasson, Ellen Page, Jeff Wall, Gustav Klimt, Toshio Iwai, Joseph Cornell, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, L' Avventura.

Also, for those interested in fashion at all, whatsoever, ifyoumay, keepintouch, staycooloversummer... keep your orifices (eyes and ears, mostly) open for a miss Amy Lou, a good friend of mine, whose clothes and other accoutrement you may see in the future seasons. She's a talented lass with an excellent taste in clothes and wine.

As a student studying studies, I find myself caught in the mechanics of the school's systematic system of scholarly systemics. That means it's finals time. In opposition to fulfilling scholarly pursuits currently, I find myself reviving a skeleton of a blog, and questioning my purposes for choosing such an inopportune time.
Oh wellz.

I gave away my super8 camera in exchange for the sweetest grapefruit with which I have ever graced my taste buds. Reasons being: instant gratification and no money- and time-consuming film processing.


What a great note to end on.

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Now playing: Low - Time is the Diamond
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