It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.
more and more, I’m realizing that what matters to me at the end of the day aren’t the grades I get or my resume. it’s probably been the hardest thing for me to learn at college. when it comes down to it, what’s really important to me are just the people in my life.
Jason Mraz - Living In the Moment
Off his new album, Love is a Four Letter Word.
With the end of my study abroad experience looming out of the darkness, I’ve got to say, this song sums up the last three months pretty well.
Love Inks — In My Dreams
Princeton - Sadie & Andy
Something About Us Under The Sheets
Ellie Goulding & Daft Punk
this is fucking amazing.
The first new song from The Shins since 2007 plays like something off of Chutes Too Narrow, with an upbeat rhythm and bright guitar that provides the perfect soundtrack for this 50 degree January day in Chicago. And even though the only remaining member from the original Shins line-up is James Mercer, the melodic guitar-pop remains as catchy as ever.
The Shins are also part of a recently-released, stacked Coachella 2012 bill.
The thing is, it’s patriarchy that says men are stupid and monolithic and unchanging and incapable. It’s patriarchy that says men have animalistic instincts and just can’t stop themselves from harassing and assaulting. It’s patriarchy that says men can only be attracted by certain qualities, can only have particular kinds of responses, can only experience the world in narrow ways. Feminism holds that men are capable of more – are more than that.
Michael Bublé - Cold December Night
Merry Christmas, ya’ll. Or Happy Holidays. Whatever doesn’t offend you.
Jason Mraz and Tristan Prettyman - All I Want For Christmas is Us
I’m From Barcelona - Ola Kala
Every time this song came on in my car in the last few years, I would just switch to the next one. Today, it was raining, I was shifting gears, and the driver of a white Honda had decided she was going to do everything in her power to make sure I couldn’t survive the drive to school — all of which contributed to me allowing the song to play past twenty-five seconds.
Anyway, it’s kind of pretty. I’ve deprived myself of pretty. For like, five years.
Norah Jones - Chasing Pirates
I’m supposed to be comparing Marx and Durkheim, but instead I’m comparing my rate of procrastination with the deadlines of all my finals.
Yes, it looks like it’s not going to work out. There’s just not enough time in the day to stare at my ceiling and watch Phineas and Ferb while I drink too much coffee and drown myself under the idea of starting this paper. Not actually doing it. Just the idea of it. Not the idea of writing the whole paper. Just the idea of starting it.
On an unrelated note, I started kind of seeing a boy. Haven’t asked him permission to blog about our escapades, but once this semester ends and this paper (and three others) are written, look forward to a lot of blogs about how much I suck at dating. Or whatever it is we’re doing.
I’m terrible at it.
Since my last real relationship (nearly three years ago), I’ve been wondering why I’m so remarkably unlovable. I’ve come up with several conclusions over the last few weeks. One such conclusion is that I’m bad at boys. I’m awkward and judgmental and just generally indifferent. Plus, I have no filter. And considering the fact that he doesn’t know me that well yet, I’m not sure if he knows that 98% of everything I say or text is spoken and written in jest.
I’m forever alone, but at least I have Internet. And this boy, until he becomes inevitably uninterested.
Zooey Deschanel - So Long