I admit (with only a little embarrassment) that "Breathe Me" by Sia can still make me cry if I let myself sit with it. And it's only partly because I associate it with the last episode of Six Feet Under (by which point a small part of me thought those characters were real).... this channels that song a bit. It is Sia, afterall. I'm liking it.
"... life can always start anew."
and on the subject of my convo w/ gg last night... here's jonsi from sigur ros doing mgmt's "time to pretend." it's a fantastic version of one of my favorite pop tunes of late.
oh and btw, you can stream mgmt's new album on their website. about to check it.
Mr. Yoshiyuki first stumbled upon this hidden world while photographing skyscrapers in front of Chuo Park in Shinjuku at night when he witnessed a couple having sex and quickly discovered an entire scene of young lovers—and their peepers. He soon returned with an inconspicuous 35mm camera, a filtered flash and infrared film, and began shooting these hetero- and homosexual couplings, along with their spectators lurking in the bushes.What is particularly striking about this series of photographs is not the graphic nature of the sexual acts portrayed, which are usually obscured by other figures or occur out of frame, but the densely packed tableaux of voyeurs who crowd in on the couples and sometimes attempt to join in.
On the Mike Snow bandwagon... liking this song even more but can't get it to embed... They added another show date here in Chi so I scooped up a couple tickets. Also got tickets to see Charlotte Gainsbourg at River West at the end of next month. Spring is coming (collective sighs of relief). Charlotte's new album (produced by Beck) is sounding pretty nice, so I'm getting excited for both shows. And before that... Mexico!! Life is feeling a-ok right now. Thank you, thank you. To whoever is listening....
Why does the secular world tend not to say thank you? At the most obvious level, there seems no one to say thank you to. But, more importantly, offering thanks for relatively minor aspects of life risks appearing unambitious and undignified. The sort of things for which our ancestors bowed down, we pride ourselves on having done enough work to take for granted. Would we really need to pause for a moment of gratitude at the oily darkness of a handful of olives or at the fragrant mottled skin of a lemon? Are there not greater goals towards which we might be aiming?
In our refusal, we are attempting to flee a sense of vulnerability. We do not say thank you for a sunset because we think there will be many more – and because we assume there must be more exciting things to look forward to. To feel grateful is to allow oneself to sense how much one is at the mercy of events. It is to accept that there may come a point when our extraordinary plans for ourselves have run aground, our horizons have narrowed and we have nothing more opulent to wonder at than the sight of a bluebell or a clear evening sky. To say thank you for a glass of wine or a piece of cheese is a kind of preparation for death, for the modesty that our dying days will demand.
That's why, even in a secular life, we should make space for some thank yous to no one in particular. A person who remembers to be grateful is more aware of the role of gifts and luck – and so readier to meet with the tragedies that are awaiting us all down the road.
via the school of life
I have a pretty big arbitration tomorrow. By big I don't exactly mean important. I mean more witnesses, more documents, more complications... and hence... more nerves. I'm a little anxious about it and am, naturally, stalling on account. I need to wake up at 4:30 tomorrow morning, and so wouldn't you know that my mind is suddenly racing with all sorts of things I've meant to investigate. No, not about the case. About things like... this, for instance.... Thanks for the recommendation, Erin.
more adorable baby animals here. fuzzy wuzzy elephant, are you trying to kill me?