redoubled

ok, i'm willing to admit that i've been slacking off in the actual posting department this month. like, as much as i would love for youtube links and the monday morning lyrical forecast for the week ahead and talking about music to count - they don't. i confess.

and, frankly, at the moment i'd rather be posting something here and avoiding my inventory count. so if it means i have to actually write something, then i will totally do it.

so, here's a thing: house hunting and car hunting are annoying. i'm just gonna say it. why do we, as adults, think that the more important something is, the more complicated it needs to be? wasn't it da vinci who said that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication? i'm all about justifying minimalism to some extent, but why can't we minimalize things that are more important? just throwing that out there, to the void. oh, void, you're so snuggly and flattering, this is why i like you so much.

oh! before i forget, the elvis perkins in dearland album is actually really fantastic. i bought it. i should have bought his ash wednesday album back in the day, but i didn't, so to make up for it i bought this one. loving the song "hey." i think i have a thing for songs with "hey" in the title. the pixies' "hey," for example. probably my favorite pixies song. or at least in the top three. "hey you" by pink floyd. "hey jude," the beatles... okay, maybe i have a thing for 4 songs with "hey" in the title, but still. they're four pretty great songs.

dilemma, void. i have a dilemma. so i've been secretly/not-so-secretly planning this escape to the oregon coast for a week to celebrate my 27th with some much needed time off of work, and time alone to refocus, and ocean, because ocean fixes everything. let's face it, i do need a break. and we all know how much i am in love with the oregon coast. but, here's the dilemma - maybe i need to find a car and move out more than i need a vacation. maybe moving out would seem like enough of a vacation to stave off my compulsion to run away to the seeeeeeea and i should use the vacay monies for the car and the place. of course, that is contingent on me actually finding a place i want to stay. which right now has got me feeling SOL.

in happier news, the thermals are coming to play in slc in june, and i am totally looking forward to it.

and now for something completely different: last night i had a dream that i was a hobbit. an eskimo hobbit. and i was going around these ice floes up in the arctic and trying to save this whole pod of whales that had been trapped in this giant iceberg, and i was climbing all over this iceberg with these little sculptor tools trying to carve the whales out of the ice before they all died. (obviously being frozen in the ice hadn't killed them, but it was going to. this is me rolling my eyes. oh, dream logic. what a funny thing you are.) and my mom was there? and she kept trying to tell me that it wasn't important, and i was getting all cranky because it WAS important, and i was just a tiny hobbit and couldn't she see that if she helped me instead of talking and negating my feelings about things, we'd save the whales faster?

i woke up and was like... huh. bed earlier tonight. though we all know that me going to bed early doesn't mean i'll be going to sleep. which is frustrating me super so muchly much lately. oh well. good thing i've always been a pretty nocturnal person. maybe? maybe that it's good, that is.

"i'll be arriving," also on the EP in D album. so good.

anyway, this was me writing for the writing's sake. and i think i did almost too good of a job at skirting the edges. like i said to someone else this morning, i just don't have the emotional bandwidth to carve a path into the middle right now. but i probably should, soon. those whales aren't gonna save themselves. and they aren't gonna last forever.

chains, chains, chains - elvis perkins in dearland