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Strawberry Swing

Coldplay – Strawberry Swing

They were sitting
They were sitting in the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking in the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn’t wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water
Bring me round
Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
It’s such
It’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can’t wait ’til the morning
Wouldn’t wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don’t you wanna just curve away
When it’s such
When it’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day
ahh…

Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
Could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away

Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Sentiment on Life in 2010

Everyone sees the world at an angle. We take this angle and squeeze truth into a corner by itself and express ourselves with our perspectives on life, defining right and wrong, heaping hopeful teaspoonfuls of objectivity into the mix. But are our angled views so much definitions as they are opinions? In the end, who is right or wrong? Moreover, what is right or wrong? That which we have defined through our opinions, so that each one of us see it differently? Interesting. But I digress! Here I was hoping to reflect on 2010 as a whole, exemplifying the opinions I observed. I’m not a historian, or a scholar, or an editorial writer. I rarely send my opinion in angry letters to people with whom I disagree or those who service my car and screw up royally. Instead, I’m going to offer you my perspective, my personal angle, on life this year.

Any time is a good time to reflect on the past, but the end of the year seems to be the natural time to engage in such rumination. But how many of us do this? Do we take the opportunity to grow and learn? One can hope. This hope, along with Change, was a common buzzword among pundits this year. I recently discovered this hope best described in Kanye West’s latest album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.

My first experience with this album came in the form of his “Runaway” video. I was working on a lab for my class and naturally to get away from that, I started looking around youtube. The video struck me as one of the most creative things I’ve seen this year. I disregard most Kanye critics who describe him as an egomaniac obsessed with making sure he truly is “the voice of a generation”. Instead, I urge them to look into his soul and see all of the pain he’s put forward in his video and his music. What you’re hearing isn’t normal artistic free reign borne from some kind of oppressed childhood, deep love and loss, or some kind of singular inspiration, but something different. He is creatively expressing himself as every good artist does and not trying to be something he’s not. He’s been through pain and suffering to know what it’s like well enough to sing about it. This album is a voyage describing the light at the end of the tunnel of his internal conflict. I expect we’ll be hearing more great things from him. Just you wait world, just you wait.

Going back to the state of affairs in 2010, I found myself trying to exercise more and gain some weight. I succeeded at exercising more but failed at gaining weight. I need to work harder at that. In addition, as a personal goal, I’ve wanted to work harder at everything I do. Working hard keeps me from being lazy. Plus, it pays off in the end. In that vein of thought, I started graduate school which has been fun so far. I expect I’ll start feeling tired of it soon, but it hasn’t happened just yet. I’m excited to finish one day though.

I think I had greater expectations for myself when I started writing this post 6 months ago, but I think this is exactly what I wanted to say.

Metronomy & The XX

Just found these guys…Pretty awesome and goofy. The XX are also good – great for a mellow night. I’ll need to get their cd at some point.



The XX:

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Basement Jaxx: Scars

This is more of an update than an album review, but I’ll try to do both since I’m about to call it a night.

Basement Jaxx: Scars – It’s been out for over a year now I believe, and I just found it…it is pretty sweet. The title track and a few of the others have this epic movie soundtrack quality about them that makes them extremely fun to listen to in the car or with loud speakers.

Man am I glad to have most of my free time back. Last month was killer! BUT now at least I can do fun things again, like hang out with my friends and go to rallys promoting fear and sanity. Maybe I’ll get the hang of this blogging shlogging business too?

If I May Quote Albus Dumbledore…

About truth, “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”

Wise words to remember.

In other news, I went skydiving today. Over 2.5 miles up! Pictures up soon…

End of summer

Eid Mubarak…woo for eating again. And unfortunately summer’s ending. That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy long drives down windy roads with the top down. In fact, the weather’s perfect for that.

Cool photography, songs, and videos:

http://ernestgreene.blogspot.com/

Here’s to driving somewhere you haven’t found yet:

Washed Out – “Hold Out” from John Lipari on Vimeo.

The concerts look so fun…I wanna go! They’re playing near Pittsburgh on Sept. 28. Who’s in?

Sleepless

So I never thought I’d be the kind of person to have insomnia, since I love sleep so much (almost as much as food) and because I usually have long days that require lots of rest and dreamless sleep. I have yet to figure out why it’s dreamless. Maybe it’s because I dream during the day.

Time for bed.

Passion Pit

I saw them live earlier this week, in Baltimore for the first stop on their tour. Amazing show! This is from Canadian tv however.

Don’t Panic Spies.



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I used to write poetry. You might find some on here.

Those were different days then.