Silence is easy

I felt the urge to tip you off on some other nice guitarpeople I've had earsex with recently:

Turin Brakes, their album Ethersong (from back in the day) is weeely nice, as is the Starsailor album Silence is easy. I think they're both british groups, and kind of similar (I suspect some form of link between them..). Like Coldplay but not.. you know, worn out and really really boring. Really good songwriting anyway.
Check out:

www.turinbrakes.com

www.starsailor.net

I've been trying to get into Death Cab for Cutie last week, but.. frankly I find them really really boring. I don't get what all the fuzz was about. Whenever it was that everybody were fussing over them.

Along with aformentioned Jeff Harms a friend of mine burned me some M Ward. Since the songs didn't have any info, it took a while to extract enough evidence from them to be able to decide which songs were made by which artist. But now, as I am getting there, I have to say that M Ward also seems to quite the capable captain. Check out his Myspace here, or his website here.

Now I feel like I am inefficient enough to maybe go home... or something. Later this evening I am shooting some people at Norrlands. Yeah, with a camera that is.
Peace

What I meant to write yesterday

Your wealth made from rags, from nothing into something grand
You promise them they'll live in castles wooing men from far off lands
They raise you up like a God unto your tiny little stand
Until their faith once like a rock is ground up turning into sand
They scour the earth for the things they saw in your tiny little hands
You see they're old enough to dream but just to young to understand
Gabriella, was this all part of your plan?
-That Jeff guy

All the strength was going out of him in waves of seering pain

The past couple of weeks my stress levels have been gradually rising. Almost unnoticed, and certainly not counteracted, they have now reached annoying intensity. It's that really sh*tty kind of stress where I feel bad because I'm not doing enough to push work forward. I have some good ideas, sure, some leads and some interesting investigations ahead of me. Yet the days ease by me like a fat dirty river, leaving me feeling behind, lost and sick. And I see my collegues, as well as friends and people unknown to me in respects other than visual, gladly jump in and swim with the current.
I need someone to cut me a path.
And of course at this time when I'd rather take some extra time and energy and invest it in my work situation, my extra-curricular obligations conicide by being beautifully intensified. Tomorrow we have an (emergency?) meeting with the photo club, hopefully electing a new president since our current one has defected. Friend opening a club on friday, and I should be there (hey, I even want to) followed by a saturday that is completely booked by my duties as photographer for Norrlands Nation. Since it's an all-night event I probably will be hungover and certainly tired on sunday, i.e. not really in a working mode or mood. Which means I'll end up pushing things onward to next week hoping they'll resolve, time will be plentyful, my actions will yield immediate results and kings will come and bow before me.
Or so we hope.
Nuff said.
M'out

-*-

I kept trying to climb higher
But I ended up at the bottom of an abyss

Saturnus





Uppsala is cold, and I feel cold and isolated.

As days and nights pass like subway stations

A quote from William Burroughs, the great wordsmith of narcotic america

It slays me every time

Don't ANSWER the questions. Finish the sentence, as if you wrote them yourself.

1. I've come to realize that my last kiss... tasted of sweet mint gum.

2. I am listening to... Regina Spektor, ode to divorce.

3. I talk... sparsely, when people are listening, or stupidly when I am nervous.

4. I love... the Girl, music, intense experiences of beauty and truth, and yes, my family

5. My best friend(s)... are slipping further and further away though I still cherish them.

6. My first real kiss... was fumbly and awkward and with someone i still love.

8. I hate it when people ask... "What do you do?" followed by "what does that mean?".

9. Love is... untangible, dangerous, explosive, lethal, red.

10. Marriage is... a promise one should intend to keep.

11. Somewhere, someone is thinking... about me.

12. I'll always... have my ups and downs, and my sweet tooth.

13. I have a secret crush... that would cease to be secret if I published it online.

14. The last time I cried was because... something was going wrong for the Hobbits.

15. My cell phone is... my watch, and my most frequently used means of communication.

16. When I wake up in the morning... I want to stay in bed, and much to often I do.

17. Before I go to bed... I try to remember to do some twisting exercises for my back, which often is accompanied by an episode of Simpsons/Futurama/Arrested Development or other series.

18. Right now I am thinking about... my constant inefficiency and ineptitude, lazyness and lack of ambitions.

19. Babies are... fragile little pink poopmachines that are sent to take over the world.

20. I get on myspace... hoping to someday understand what the point is with myspace (I still don't, it sucks mildly)

21. Today I... should work a little more before I escape and crawl into my girlfriends sheltering arms.

22. Tonight I will... make out, hopefully. Or finish Harry Potter.

23. Tomorrow I will be... one day closer to a new apartment.

24. I really want to be... rich. Filthy rich. I'd still study, mind you.

25. I really want... an avengful vegetarian God to start intervening and set up a reign of peace, love and socialism.

Sad is beauty is sad

Decemberists again
Forget you once had sweethearts
They've forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They've forgotten too

Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning