Insomniacs Anonymous

See, this is why I cant have nice things.

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 02:56:21 -0800

Lesson learned.

When I think about it..

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:43:36 -0800

I still dont know.

How is it that I can cram these complex ideas into my head and not be a functional person in real life?

Its only going to get worse.

Growing Old is Getting Old by Silversun Pickups One of my...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:09:23 -0800

Growing Old is Getting Old by Silversun Pickups

One of my favorite songs this year. Slow start. Drums. Bass. Love it.

Oh hey. Im done with Fall term. Physics, your ass is a third of...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:48:00 -0800

Oh hey. Im done with Fall term.

Physics, your ass is a third of the way kicked.

Ps. I have no idea whats with the picture. The end of a long stressful week/month/term,

terrormarie: It’s probably safe to say my city is better than...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:36:30 -0800

terrormarie:

It’s probably safe to say my city is better than yours.

We have an ice rink in our mall. 365! Portland rules! SF drools!

Ill go down fighting tooth and nail.

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 01:15:49 -0800

Sometimes I wonder why certain people in my life still don’t believe in me.

Not only CAN I do this, but I WILL do this and Ill do it really fucking well.

I can. I will.

nbaplayoffs2009: Greg Oden dunked on the Chicago Bulls. Your...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:10:57 -0800

nbaplayoffs2009:

Greg Oden dunked on the Chicago Bulls. Your argument is invalid.

(Photo by Sam Forencich/NBAE via Getty Images)

please say someone saw him smile after this.

Modest Mouse - Dashboard Remember/forget how awesome this...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 07:40:12 -0800

Modest Mouse - Dashboard

Remember/forget how awesome this song/video is/was?

What do you look like after studying from 7am to 1am? Like this.

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:18:40 -0800

What do you look like after studying from 7am to 1am?

Like this.

I am so TIRED of studying.

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:11:31 -0800

Calculus II is almost done. I just have a little more homework to do.

But physics. Oh boy this class.

I have covered (for this one exam): Newtons three laws, gravitation, normal force, tension, friction and equilibrium.

That was about 12 hours of studying

I have yet to cover: Uniform circular motion, work, kinetic energy, mechanical energy, spring force, conservative forces, potential energy, momentum, impulse, collisions, center of mass and rotational motion.

The midterm is at noon tomorrow. And I DO need to sleep a little.

Im fucked.

Having a conversation about WWII and Physics.

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:35:26 -0800

Ben: flame thrower tanks!!
Me: Newtons Laws of Motion!!
Ben: a flame thrown into motion, stays in motion until it lands on japanese people
Me: For every flame thrown, theres is an equal but opposite flame thrown...
Ben: that may be more appropriate for mortars. The flame throwing tanks were special.

Whats there to do in New Zealand?

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 08:15:45 -0800

Because apparently I get to go there.

All I want to do is watch this now.

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:18:36 -0800

All I want to do is watch this now.

"A relationship, I think, is like a shark, you know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies...."

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:08:15 -0800

“A relationship, I think, is like a shark, you know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we got on our hands is a dead shark.”

- Woody Allen (via somethingintellectual) (via thebeautifulyouth) (via thewayoftheworld)

Favorite movie. Ever.

Frederick Douglass is boring sometimes. Im bored and attempting...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:55:56 -0800

Frederick Douglass is boring sometimes.

Im bored and attempting to distract myself from my paper. And I havent been on Tumblr in quite a while.

I share a birthday with Ryan Adams and Gram Parsons.

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:42:26 -0800

All your birthdays are inferior.

Guess what Tumblr,

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 12:48:30 -0800

Its my birthday.

I know its not really that special to anyone.

But for some reason Im stoked!

Now on to school until 9pm.

I want to see some awesome pictures today, Tumblr.

joshisinfinite: Required Reading No One Belongs Here More Than...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 03:25:49 -0800

joshisinfinite:

Required Reading

No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

My love for Miranda July actually began when I watched Me And You And Everyone We Know, which she wrote, directed and starred in. A couple of years later I was browsing through the shelves at a local bookstore when I ran across this bright yellow book. I almost passed by it except that it was so obnoxiously yellow that I couldn’t. I read the first couple of pages, which is my ritual, and then flipped over to the back cover. I was surprised to see a familiar face. I remembered almost immediately how much I loved Miranda July and her awkward, quiet presence in Me And You And Everyone We Know. I bought it and finished this in about a day.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the stories in No One Belongs Here More Than You, but I won’t lie and say that I took to it immediately. At first it was weird but then…at some point in the book, I was captivated and I could not put it down. I wouldn’t say that it changed my life but it certainly was one of the books that have really made me think about my life.

Someone is getting excited. Somebody somewhere is shaking with excitement because something tremendous is about to happen to this person. This person has dressed for the occasion. This person has hoped and dreamed and now it is really happening and this person can hardly believe it. But believing is not an issue here, the time for faith and fantasy is over, it is really really happening. It involves stepping forward and bowing. Possibly there is some kneeling, such as when one is knighted. One is almost never knighted. But this person may kneel and receive a tap on each shoulder with a sword. Or, more likely, this person will be in a car or a store or under a vinyl canopy when it happens. Or online or on the phone. It could be an e-mail re: your knighthood. Or a long, laughing, rambling phone message in which every person this person has ever known is talking on a speakerphone and they are all saying, You have passed the test, it was all just a test, we were only kidding, real life is so much better than that. This person is laughing out loud with relief and playing the message back to get the address of the place where every person this person has ever known is waiting to hug this person and bring her into the fold of life. It is really exciting, and it’s not just a dream, it’s real.

They are all waiting by a picnic table in a park this person has driven past many times before. There they are, it’s everyone. There are balloons taped to the benches, and the girl this person used to stand next to at the bus stop is waving a streamer. Everyone is smiling. For a moment this person is almost creeped out by the scene, but it would be so like this person to become depressed on the happiest day ever, and so this person bucks up and joins the crowd.

Teachers of subjects that this person wasn’t even good at are kissing this person and renouncing the very subjects they taught. Math teachers are saying that math was just a funny way of saying “I love you.” But now they are simply saying it, I love you, and the chemistry and PE teachers are also saying it and this person can tell they really mean it. It’s totally amazing. Certain jerks and idiots and assholes appear from time to time, and it is as if they have had plastic surgery, their faces are disfigured with love. The handsome assholes are plain and kind, and the ugly jerks are sweet, and they are folding this person’s sweater and putting it somewhere where it won’t get dirty. Best of all, every person this person has ever loved is there. Even the ones who got away. They hold this person’s hand and tell this person how hard it was to pretend to get mad and drive off and never come back. This person almost can’t believe it, it seemed so real, this person’s heart was broken and has healed and now this person hardly knows what to think. This person is almost mad. But everyone soothes this person. Everyone explains that it was absolutely necessary to know how strong this person was. Oh, look, there’s the doctor who prescribed the medicine that made this person temporarily blind. And the man who paid this person two thousand dollars to have sex with him three times when this person was very broke. Both of these men are in attendance, they seem to know each other. They both have little medals that they are pinning on this person; they are badges of great honor and strength. The badges sparkle in the sunlight, and everyone cheers.

This person suddenly feels the need to check her post office box. It is an old habit, and even if everything is going to be terrific from now on, this person still wants mail. This person says she will be right back and everyone this person has ever known says, Fine, take your time. This person gets in her car and drives to the post office and opens the box and there is nothing. Even though it is a Tuesday, which is famously a good day for mail. This person is so disappointed, this person gets back in the car and, having completely forgotten about the picnic, drives home and checks the voice mail and there are no new messages, just the old one about “passing the test” and “life being better.” There are no e-mails, either, probably because everyone is at the picnic. This person can’t seem to go back to the picnic. This person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run a bath and then read in bed.

In the bathtub this person pushes the bubbles around and listens to the sound of millions of them popping at once. It almost makes one smooth sound instead of many tiny sounds. This person’s breasts barely jut out of the water. This person pushes the bubbles onto the breasts and makes weird shapes with the foam. By now everyone must have realized that this person is not coming back to the picnic. Everyone was wrong; this person is not who they thought this person was. This person plunges underwater and moves her hair around like a sea anemone. This person can stay underwater for an impressively long time but only in a bathtub. This person wonders if there will ever be an Olympic contest for holding your breath under bathwater. If there were such a contest, this person would surely win it. An Olympic medal might redeem this person in the eyes of everyone this person has ever known. But no such contest exists, so there will be no redeeming. This person mourns the fact that she has ruined her one chance to be loved by everyone; as this person climbs into bed, the weight of this tragedy seems to bear down upon this person’s chest. And it is a comforting weight, almost human in heft. This person sighs. This person’s eyes begin to close, this person sleeps.

This is part of the Required Reading series, which should be considered more recommendation than requirement.

I DID take to this book immediately and before I ever saw her movie. I even got stopped on campus while reading it because the girl had read it and just wanted to revel for a moment that someone else had discovered it. A+

(via robertschofield) In my nightmares, the giant animals of...

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 13:52:43 -0700

(via robertschofield)

In my nightmares, the giant animals of downtown Portland come to life.

dailymeh: A genuinely pants-pocketable book! About 15 cm × 10 cm...

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:13:19 -0700

dailymeh:

A genuinely pants-pocketable book! About 15 cm × 10 cm and 1 cm deep, about 150 pages. Very cute.

Whoa, wait. Haruki Murakami has a book under 500 pages?