The scent of rain on dry ground.
Easy on the eyes.
Merry enjoyment, delight.
Good for the health.
To take luxurious pleasure in something.
Having a gentle, sweet way of speaking.
A cozy little room.
Soothing, agreeable speech.
The quality of sounding good or pleasing to the ear.
Having a comfort-loving, easygoing, social personality.
A source of delight.
A lover of beautiful things.
Like having to be able to say to yourself, ‘I am pretending to sit here reading Albert Camus’s The Fall for the Literature of Alienation midterm, but actually I’m really concentrating on listening to Steve try to impress this girl over the phone, and I am feeling embarrassment and contempt for him, and am thinking he’s a poser, and at the same time I am also uncomfortably aware of times that I’ve also tried to project the idea of myself as hip and cynical so as to impress someone, meaning that not only do I sort of dislike Steve, which in all honesty I do, but part of the reason I dislike him is that when I listen to him on the phone it makes me see similarities and realize things about myself that embarrass me, but I don’t know how to quit doing them—like, if I quit trying to seem nihilistic, even just to myself, then what would happen, what would I be like?
Lest We Forget
So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time back to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two. I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind. Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not. So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things. What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
And all music is.
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
The truth is that the heroism of your childhood entertainments was not true valor. It was theatre. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all–all designed to appear heroic, to excite and gratify an audience. Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality–there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth–actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested.
… True heroism is minutes, hours, weeks, year upon year of the quiet, precise, judicious exercise of probity and care — with no one there to see or cheer. This is the world.
"Dance Yrself Clean" by MS MR
Originally by LCD Soundsystem
New York synth pop duo, MS MR, does a sort of languid and dreamy lounge version of LCD Soundsystem's “Dance Yrself Clean”. The effect is certainly charming as all hell. Especially the back-end when the track picks up and shifts into a shimmering new wave jam.
Yes yes yes yes yes. Check out their album as well.
Hard one to do, well done
Source: perfectmidnightworld / MSMR
You can probably expect that somebody who’s willing to read and read hard a thousand-page book is gonna be somebody with some loneliness issues. Or somebody who’s looking, somebody like me or perhaps like you, who isn’t always able to get the sense of intimacy they need. You know, in regular day-to-day intercourse.
This ad is total grammar nuts. Does an unnecessary period in an incomplete sentence even deserve the dignity of an upper-case “O”? Or does the lower-case “o” appeal to the unnecessary punctuation for confidence and hope? Are they siblings, work colleagues, or best friends? Are they deviant lovers? Are they partners in crime? Are they gainfully employed? Are they wandering stars in a cosmic tableau? How about I drive my effing car into this disaster of a billboard and make it all go away.
Sufjan’s got this on lockdown.