September 2011
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-4-17) →
the everybodyfields (2)
Regina Spektor (2)
Margot & the Nuclear So and So’s (1)
Passion Pit (1)
The Forecast (1)
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April 2011
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-4-3) →
The Everybodyfields (2)
Jenny Owen Youngs (1)
A Fine Frenzy (1)
Right Away, Great Captain! (1)
Regina Spektor (1)
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March 2011
23 posts
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-3-20) →
Sigur Rós (20)
Right Away, Great Captain! (17)
Noah and the Whale (16)
The Postal Service (10)
Explosions in the Sky (6)
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earthquake damage to libraries in japan →
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-3-13) →
Noah and the Whale (23)
Bombay Bicycle Club (21)
The Mountain Goats (13)
John Vanderslice (13)
The Forecast (12)
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in the next month or so:
first anniversary of my accident to be fittingly celebrated with a bike ride
a 1.5 week-long visit from boy
a lunchtime visit with my parents
a surprise party
hiking & camping for five days in the shawnee forest
pittsburgh for work & play
the mountain goats
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the amaranth, matthew rohrer
is an imaginary flower that never fades. The amaranth is blue with black petals, it’s yellow with red petals, it’s enormous and grows into the shape of a girl’s house, the seeds nestle high in the closet where she hid a boy. The boy and his bike flee the girl’s parents from the tip of the leaves, green summer light behind the veins. The amaranth is an imaginary flower in the shape of a girl’s...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-2-27) →
Iron & Wine (20)
John Vanderslice (13)
Girl Talk (12)
A.A. Bondy (12)
James Blake (11)
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parents, frank steele
I felt his death coming for years the way you can be under fluorescent lights in a library with no windows, reading some bright page, and gradually feel the sky outside invisibly cloud over. But I remember those last few times before his fall how they would be standing in the driveway waving goodbye again, how they lit up for a moment, suddenly not old but just themselves, his arm around her,...
February 2011
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hey columbus
WALK FOR CHOICE! tomorrow, 12pm, wexner center. see you there!
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trouble, matthew dickman
Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills to bed when she was thirty-six, and Marlon Brando’s daughter hung in the Tahitian bedroom of her mother’s house, while Stanley Adams shot himself in the head. Sometimes you can look at the clouds or the trees and they look nothing like clouds or trees or the sky or the ground. The performance artist Kathy Change set herself on fire while Bing Crosby’s...
bicycle portraits →
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Book Lovers Fear Dim Future for Notes in the... →
finding marginalia in used books is one of my favorite little things.
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24 before 25
i had a birthday yesterday, & while i am pretty good at pursuing my goals, i still wanted a concrete list. here are the things i plan to accomplish in my next year of life:
knit a cardigan
run a second & third half-marathon (am signed up for the cleveland race in may so far)
visit the pacific northwest
garner an impressive cardigan collection (including elbow patches)
buy a road...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-2-20) →
Bombay Bicycle Club (33)
Iron & Wine (16)
The Black Keys (15)
Girls (13)
Mumford & Sons (12)
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alive together, lisel mueller
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, when I might have been Abelard’s woman or the whore of a Renaissance pope or a peasant wife with not enough food and not enough love, with my children dead of the plague. I might have slept in an alcove next to the man with the golden nose, who poked it into the business of stars, or...
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i know a man, yehuda amichai
I know a man who photographed the view he saw from the window of the room where he made love and not the face of the woman he loved there.
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“Lee’s hand shook as he filled the delicate cups. He drank his down in one gulp. ...”
– East of Eden, John Steinbeck
glitterforbreakfast asked: you always post the best poetry! I would like to expand my library...and good poetry recommendations?