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music

i need an empire to overthrow

Owen Pallett has the smallest, tiniest little features, delicate like a bone china horse. (on AMP ::: ROCK)

on one of the last weeks in groningen, i was listening to “adventure.exe” by owen pallett while writing the neverending thesis. i had found the song on a orange commercial, some time ago and then fell in love with it…

anyway, if you’ve heard anything else by owen, you’ll know he’s a violin player and well there isn’t much violin on this song… it’s more of a guitar solo and some instrument i can’t recognize, playing towards the middle of the song… and there is rain in the background and a sort of scratching sound, if you hear carefully. those scratching noises were intriguing me for some time – they sounded familiar.

and then it hit me. because it’s something most people don’t do everyday or never even heard of it, and because i was damn happy and proud of my minute of geekness, i’m going to tell:
he’s scratching rosin on his violin bow. over and over again. sometimes on the edges, sometimes across the full length of it. and sometimes he blows the excess off.
the noise is so familiar, i must have done it hundreds of times before. :) can you hear it?

he did get the violin in the song afterall. owen rules.

more:
* orange videoclip, though you can’t hear the sounds there.
* adventure.exe comes on final fantasy album “he poos clouds”.
* violin bows and rosin.

* i’m almost back :)

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Apathy can be overcome by enthusiasm, and enthusiasm can only be aroused by two things: first, an ideal, which takes the imagination by storm, and second, a definite intelligible plan for carrying that ideal into practice.

Arnold J. Toynbee

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in the netherlands

the unbearable lightness of being


“When arriving in a city, we see streets in perspective.
Sequences of buildings with no meaning. Everything is unknown, virgin.
Later we’ll have lived in this city.
We’ll have walked in its streets.
We’ll have been to the end of the perspectives.
We’ll have seen all the buildings.
We’ll have lived stories with people.
When we’ll have lived in this city, we’ll have taken this street a thousand times. After a moment, everything belongs to you because you’ve lived there.

It was to happen but I didn’t know it yet.

Urquinaona. Groningen.
This thing that sounds weird was added to the long list of old weird names
that we have somewhere in our brain. Urquinaona, slightly slipped next to Mouffetard, Bondoufle, Ponteaux-Combault, Marolles-en-Hurepoix, Mandelieu-La Napoule and Knok le Zout.
Groningen, slightly slipped next to São Vítor, Ermesinde, Britelo, Areosa and Porto.

It becomes normal and familiar.”

from L’auberge espagnole, the image is from kokjebalder.

now that i’ve settled down and i can say “i’m back”, i realize how much i miss all the little things i called “home” last year.

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geek

entretantos

meiadeleite.com is changing template and managing system in a few days, and i’ve been working on that lately, along with writing the thesis and finally wrapping up the whole internship.

hence the lack of posts here, though i still update the currently column everyday :)

just thought i’d say “hi! i’m still alive”.
stand by and take care :)

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music

figure it out, girl!


When I woke up this morning, first I laughed and then I cried.
Was I feeling good or bad? I just could not decide!
So naturally I asked my mom to tell me how I feel.
But she didn’t tell me that; instead, she told me something real:

She said, “A mom can tell you lots of things, like one and one is two.
And how to cross a busy street and how to tie your shoe.
But the one who knows the things you feel is you and nobody else.

I can’t tell you how you feel; you have to tell yourself, so figure it out!”

Figure it out!
Figure it out!
Figure it out!

You’re the only one who knows the things you feel, so figure it out!

I had a friend who lived next door, but his family had to move.

It made me mad, or made me sad, or made me just confused.
So naturally I asked my friend to look inside my head
And tell me how I really felt, but he told me this instead:

He said, “A friend can do a lot of things that no one can do better,

Like give a friend a friendly hug or write a friendly letter.
But the one who knows the way you feel is you and nobody else.
A friend can’t tell you how you feel; you have to tell yourself, so figure it out!”

Figure it out!
Figure it out!
Figure it out!

You’re the only one who knows the things you feel, so figure it out! “

oh, the sesame street’s wisdom :)
days have been… hum… quite… something.
two weeks left to present the thesis and pack a year of life into suitcases far too small to handle it. hang on while i figure a way to work things out.