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novazembla:
cupcakenation:
breakupsong:
The National - Start A War
I promise that things will get better. They will.
Whatever went away I’ll get it over again.
I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war
Oh man, this tumblr totally courtesy of novazembla. I am a big maker of playlists, and in fact, I’ve been making one for every month (you can see the track listings here, in the bar on the right) since, oh, I dunno…2005 or so? They’re not all up online, but a good chunk of them are. Anyhow, I sometimes find that my playlist-making self is ever so slightly prescient, and that I’ve started making a list, say, for a breakup, a few weeks before that breakup actually happens. This song has been part of just such an episode of foresight.
Ooh, I’ve been meaning to do exactly that!
(Did your selection of this song foresee a break-up or a return of money and funny?)
So far, mostly the breakup, but perhaps money and funny are on their way. In fact, let’s go with that—money and funny, I expect your arrival any day now.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
breakupsong:
The National - Start A War
I promise that things will get better. They will.
Whatever went away I’ll get it over again.
I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again
Walk away now and you’re gonna start a war
Oh man, this tumblr totally courtesy of novazembla. I am a big maker of playlists, and in fact, I’ve been making one for every month (you can see the track listings here, in the bar on the right) since, oh, I dunno…2005 or so? They’re not all up online, but a good chunk of them are. Anyhow, I sometimes find that my playlist-making self is ever so slightly prescient, and that I’ve started making a list, say, for a breakup, a few weeks before that breakup actually happens. This song has been part of just such an episode of foresight.
get off my fucking jock
novazembla:
Crankypants lately. I’m tired of being stared at or otherwise trifled with in public.
Yesterday I got an ice cream cone and this guy passing by leered, “Lecker eis, oder?” (Tasty ice cream, or what?) He was somehow surprised that I didn’t want a nice chat. Maybe I would have responded more positively had he in some way indicated that he was interested in me as a person, rather than as a prop to prove to himself how assertive and manly he is. He didn’t go to the trouble of treating me as an individual, so he didn’t earn the benefit of the doubt.
I don’t feel good about consistently shooting down men who approach me in public; often I feel guilty about it, because what if they’re just trying to be nice? What if they think I seem cool and they just don’t know what to say? When there’s some indication of the latter, I’m typically more polite, but it’s not my job to teach a grown man manners.
This is also why I never hit on anyone I don’t already know. Approach a stranger? In public? And a woman, especially? In many ways the greatest courtesy I can think of in such a situation is to leave the person alone, so that’s what I do. I might hold a door open or smile over a shared joke, but I’m not the person with the opening lines.
So I’ve been cranky. Tonight I’m going out in public again, but this time with a gay male friend with whom my boobs will either be a non-issue or mentioned in a natural-wonders-of-the-world! way, not a creepy, possessive way.
(further reading: Schrödinger’s Rapist)
I have to go to work now, so no extensive commentary, but reading this from you reminded me of this from I, Asshole (that’s her blog name, not me trying to say cleverly that I wrote it myself). I’ve noticed (and had it pointed out to me) a lot lately, that when I’m alone in a public place, I deliberately adopt a DO NOT TALK TO ME attitude and habits, like a little shell, which is…kind of sad, but generally fairly effective? Kind of? Somewhat?
“ Alright so, this here is a song which I want you to sing to the one you love when the time comes. You will know when the time has come. You won’t like it. You won’t feel like singing. I want you to remember when the time comes that I told you this thing would come. It will make you look crazy. There’s nothing like looking crazy to give you the edge. ”
John Darnielle introducing “No Children” at The Empty Bottle in Chicago, IL; 2.28.04. (via fuckyeahthemountaingoats) (via cupcakenation)
Mary, I hope you die. I hope we both die.
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises—we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong.
(via novazembla)
