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Okay, so around July-ish I gave a list of EPs/LPs that were worth listening to. Today, I decided to update that list:

Holly Miranda :: Sleep on Fire EP
Grizzly Bear :: Veckatimest
Florence + The Machine :: Lungs
Death Cab for Cutie :: The Open Door EP
Yeah Yeah Yeahs :: It's Blitz
Passion Pit :: Manners
Metric :: Fantasies
Dirty Projectors :: Bitte Orca
Patrick Watson :: Wooden Arms
Miike Snow :: Miike Snow
Phoenix :: Wolfgang Amadeus
Fol Chen :: Part I: John Shade, Your Fortune's Made
Beirut :: March of the Zapotec/Holland EP
Now, Now Every Children :: Cars
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Tegan and Sara :: Sainthood
The xx :: xx
Thao with the Get Down Stay Down :: We Brave Bee Stings And All
Tiesto :: Kaleidoscope
Karen O and the Kids :: Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack
Various Artists :: New Moon sountrack (as much as you despise this book/movie, you can't deny this)
No Kids :: Come Into My House
Discovery :: Discovery
Starfucker/Pyramid :: Jupiter
Fanfarlo :: Reservoir
Washed Out :: Life of Leisure EP

I usually don't like boys who wear can tabs as earrings, but...

AND...
Clearly the better sister.

God, I'm such a sucker for musicians

Lost in the ocean, too paralyzed to swim back to shore.
Head under waters, the waves crash over my head,
But all I can hear is your heartbeat.

this.

But isn't that the beauty of it?

Je pense qu'aujourd'hui c'était la première fois que nous ayons établi un contact oculaire.

Secoué!

Unhinged

Existing, yet undiscovered.

Palpable, but unscathed.
You move, but you do not touch me.
You look, but you do not notice me.
Your movement is aimless; you do not feel me.
Your vision is mediated; you do not see me.

Telescope eyes, do you see me like I see you?
Your existence is physical,
My reality is imaginary.

You shut your eyes, you seal your ears,
You lock your lips, you suffocate your lungs.
Your senses arrested.
You do not see me, you do not hear me,
You do not taste me, you do not breathe me.

Telescope eyes, do you see me like I see you?
Your existence is physical,
My reality is imaginary.

I see you, I hear you,
I taste you, I breathe you.
Beautiful, melodic,
Delicious, vital.
But you are my reality,
Your existence is illusive.

Telescope eyes, do you see me like I see you?
Your existence is physical,
My reality is imaginary.

My reality is imaginary,
It is physical by fault.
You are not here.
You do not see me,
You do not hear me,
You do not taste me,
You do not breathe me.
You do not know me because
You only see with telescope eyes.

Nun

The hair. The song. The voice. Oh my.

Practice Your Sainthood

Health, Life and Fire

Oh no, how can you stand there?
When I run, when I run like a bandit.
I wear him like a habit,
In the lining of my jacket.

Hard-hearted don't worry I'm ready for a fight,
Unnerve, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.

With a bit of friction, I'll be under your cloths.
With a bit of focus, I'll be under your skin.

no know

I have always been a sucker for puns and play on words, so it came with no surprise that while I was in Skagway, Alaska, I bought a philosophical - borderline religious - book transpired through puns. Timing was everything. After flipping through the book, I walked up to the cash register, and when I handed the owner the book, he flipped out and immediately told his daughter to run out the door to call back the man that he was talking to earlier. It just so happens that while I was flipping through the book, the owner of the shop was talking to the writer of the book. So the man - William Einhof as I later learned - signed my book and handed it to me with a giant Santa Claus like grin on his face. Without a doubt, this book - entitled Book One - is definitely an interesting, confusing and enlightening book to read. There are so many phrases I don't understand, and perhaps I need to be intoxicated, or drugged up to find enlightenment in some of the more philosophical puns -- who knows. Anyways, here are a couple of my favourites:

English lesson

FOMO (fo.mo): fear of missing out

How to use FOMO in a sentence: This weekend I had intense FOMO.

Why did I have intense FOMO this weekend, you may ask. Well, I was having a bad case of FOMO, because everyone in my family was in Texas attending my cousin's half-a-million-dollar wedding, and I was stuck here in Irvine, because I was too chicken shit to miss school. THAT is why I have intense FOMO. Can you imagine how good the food must be at a half-a-million-dollar wedding? Probably pretty fucking good, but I wouldn't know, because I didn't get to attend the half-a-million-dollar wedding.

--Edit--

Besides my Houston case of FOMO, I also had a San Francisco case of FOMO. Yeah, you know that music festival called Treasure Island? Yeah, didn't get to go to that either, but a shit ton of my friends did, and all I can do is ogle at their photos and videos. Lovely.

Sincerely,
LNLU

All My Loving

Is it me, or are there many uncanny similarities between these two movies? Besides an un-fucking-believable cast, both movies touch on a similar topic: love. And not just one love, but various types of love.

But I already have a biased opinion. New York, I Love You wins, because of its predecessor Paris, Je T'aime, the best movie in the world.

underwear never looked so good

Man...what I would give up to be Victoria Beckham for one night...

HardlyArt

As of late, I've been really inspired by stencil art. Here are a few attempts:





Once craft night commences, this blog will be the first place I post all my artwork. Chika-pow!

Jiggle Wiggles!

This makes me wish I was still 10 years old!

cover yourself

Oh, she went there...


And she is a frequent visitor of there...

Trailer Show 10.03.09

WTWTA

Where the Wild Things Are Soundtrack
OMG YESSSSSSS

Lying. Lied. Liar. Repent!

Ok, so I promised to post about my adventures of last week, but now I'm too lazy to think back to seven days ago, so instead, I will divulge some future secrets.

Future projects to come:

- light graffiti with the dslr
- "50 people, 1 question" film short
- skim tape for kuci