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Nuala

as if it would have a universal and memorable ending

Posted on December 31, 2016 at 11:59 pm
Mood: pristimantis
Now Playing: Radiohead - True Love Waits
78 days until the vernal equinox

That was an uneasy sleep. normally, I go from achy to stuffy/sore throat to runny and salivating but I was producing a lot of saliva during the night and then projectile vomited so maybe that's over. I thought it was something I ate disagreeing with me but Rachel says there's something going around. Rachel knows what a barred owl is which would technically make her the third person I've met who knows what they are, because her brother was once obsessed with birds and still loves animals so I'll keep that in mind if someone with that surname ends up at the wildlife center, although it's rather common in the Lusophone world (hint: look at the mood), she says that the groundhog better not see his shadow or was it the other way around, she can never remember, not that it matters anyway, because I'm pretty sure he didn't see his shadow the year of the Snowmageddon. I'm sure we'll get some actual statistics once we're closer to Groundhog Day. I told Rachel that before I took the caricature class, I couldn't draw faces at all and would often give the figures masks or just leave them faceless. I learned the proportions of the face and body and that it's ok to exaggerate them. I also learned about Radiohead in that class. Well, actually, I heard Radiohead on WAAF but the only thing they played is Creep, except in that one week where I thought an anomaly of some sorts happened but it was actually just the Rock for Change, in which they played all sorts of weird shit in multiple senses of the word for a donation. Some dumb idiot paid 10 dollars for them to play Hotel California. Someone paid to hear Sublime, which is even worse if you ask me. All I know is that if the Hill Man Morning Show was participating, I'd request the entire Disintegration Loops. It would be worth it, even if the money actually went to Donald Trump's 2020 presidential campaign. And I learned that art classes are where the coolest weirdos end up. And I learned that every school has a rat-boy, except for that one school Sully went to where there's a hamster-girl instead.
I apologized indirectly to Emma for giving her tiny Donald Trump hands.
I don't want to see Christmas-related advertising either. This means you, Kia.
It's an entirely different beast from the Christmas Episode of the Simpsons on my birthday incident. My baseless conspiracy theory is that they wanted people to buy the DVDs but now they're even worse with syndication and there aren't any DVDs past Season 17.
I'm reading Lifetime of Simpsons and I've realized that there are episodes I've forgotten about even in more recent seasons, like Last of the Red Hat Mamas (or Mommie Beerest), and then there are episodes that, five years earlier, I could probably quote from memory, like The Italian Bob and See Homer Run.

I had a plan. It's not the best plan, urk, in fact, it's not even a good plan, but it's what I have to work with, Morty. That's called being an adult. You don't make plans. You just hope for the best. Hopefully it doesn't blizzard and ruin my plans. I couldn't update Ashley on the owl because the only updates I'm getting are Facebook updates and spoiler alert, Jack does a half-assed job even when we're not talking seabirds. Oh, we have seagulls. We always have seagulls and I learned this fact the hard way: by making food for them and cleaning up after them.

I don't have any ginger but honey and lemon juice do a fine enough job of their own. I didn't have typical sick dreams, instead, I dreamt of summer and overgrown paths, of overturned train cars, of taking that train with Lauren, of a clearing in the woods with men in suits and women in white dresses and some kind of hermaphroditic six-legged yak-cattle hybrid.

I wanted to go to the ICA or to the wildlife center but then I got sick. So I'll just leave 2016 behind with a list of my favorite albums and favorite non-album songs. I thought about including favorite non-2016 discoveries but you'll hear about that in July. That's how I do things, kupo. Spoiler alert: Stretch Princess. Or maybe Durufle's Requiem.
I also lost power yet again so maybe you'll get a half-assed entry, which would mean my internet died again and I'm playing Legend of Zelda or something. But by now, all that means is that I forgot to put how many days until the vernal equinox.

In no order at all.
Quilt - Plaza
Lady Pills - Despite
Deftones - Gore
Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool
Guillermo Sexo - Eclipse
The By & By - Some Bright Morning
Caskets Filled With Flowers - Wire City
Arc Iris - Moon Saloon
Glass Mannequins - March of the Mannequins
Analog Heart - Sun Here I Come
Belle of the Fall - Earthbound
Rhode Iceland - One One One
Abbie Barrett - That Shame
Eyeless in Gaza - Sun Blues
Aüva - Aüva
And The Kids - Friends Share Lovers

Various live tracks, EP tracks, individual tracks, whatever.
Dump Him - Capability
Airiel - Cloudburst
Bong Wish - My Luv
Atlas Lab - Something Good.
Gonzalo Grau - Elements - A worthy sucessor to Clarice Assad's work and something we need more of in these tough times.
Huh, I expected more non-album tracks. Maybe it's because I can't be fucked to scour Bandcamp for EPs I don't have downloaded.

If 2017 has nothing else, at least we'll get, in order of likeliness, Airiel, Minidresses, Bulldog (near-definite), Bong Wish (probable), Atlas Lab (likely), Sophie Atlas (possible), July Skies (I'm just glad it's before August 5, 2026, because we all know what happens then), Lovesliescrushing (I'm not holding my breath for that, after all, they announced Fantomaera and Ximre and an untitled album and I'm starting to suspect that Scott Cortez is a Muslim and what he actually means is that he'll release Fantomaera and Ximre posthumously some 500 years from now). And there might be things I'm forgetting about.
I look back with a sort of fondness, I look forward with apprehension.

burning question: Like, assuming time crystals are water soluble like salt or sugar, what happens if you eat time crystals?

Comments:


asakiyume
asakiyume at 2017-01-01 21:25 (UTC) (Link)
I hope you get better soon.

If you eat time crystals... whole universes open up in your digestive tract. But ones with limited time frames. big bang to burnout in a matter of hours.

What kind of music is Aüva? It looks Finnish because of the many vowels and the diereses over the U.
the room is full of ghosts
yamamanama at 2017-01-01 23:00 (UTC) (Link)
I think I am. It was a minor cold and it's hard to distinguish it from the innate shitty feelings that come with winter.

Like surfy dream pop.

They're from Boston. I think Auva might be named for the star in Virgo and is therefore Arabic for the barking dog.
the room is full of ghosts
yamamanama at 2017-01-01 23:01 (UTC) (Link)
"Recently, friends and fans of the band have titled the band’s music as, ‘dolphin music,’ because of its watery driving guitar, over up tempo and dance-influenced drum set parts. “If dolphins made rock n roll, this may be what it would sound like,” Piccoli said."
asakiyume
asakiyume at 2017-01-02 16:44 (UTC) (Link)
That is an incredible endorsement. I'll have to go listen to some.
asakiyume
asakiyume at 2017-01-02 16:58 (UTC) (Link)
Pleasant! I listened to three on bandcamp and liked this one.
Bad Wolf
nucleosides at 2017-01-06 13:47 (UTC) (Link)

I hope you feel better soon!

the room is full of ghosts
yamamanama at 2017-01-06 13:56 (UTC) (Link)
The funny thing is the day after I said I was getting better, my nose got all stuffed up. I'm still a bit stuffy, I guess.
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