phantom planet - winter wonderland

snowww!

snowswept / mychristmas

my friday night. i’ve never seen up and if it isn’t as wonderful as you led me to believe, tumblr, we’re gonna have a serious talk. at least i’ll have star crunch. love you, lil debbie.

thenotes:

Arcade Fire /// “Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)” /// Funeral

Reading the glut of best-of-decade pieces got me thinking about Arcade Fire, regenerative novelty and so-called sophomore slumps.  Listmakers unanimously, through group consensus or otherwise, put Funeral near the top while pretending Neon Bible didn’t exist—though The Onion’s A.V. Club did provide one asterisky dissent.  Indeed, whenever I found myself thinking the latter was an improvement on the former, I’d listen to “Rebellion (Lies)” and instantly disabuse myself of the notion.  But it wasn’t as though I’d compared the two fairly: their single best song stacked against eleven pretty good ones?  It’s like writing off the stylish wardrobe of the girl you adore because it doesn’t include the stunning dress she had on when you met her, that first image embedded forever in your sense memory.  It isn’t to say you couldn’t fall in love once again at the sight of her wearing something new, it’s just that the familiarity of the person under the clothes cuts two ways—you are already enthralled; you already know what there is to love and even why you love it.  Of course, the minute she puts that original dress on, at your behest, after keeping it stashed away for months—and here I’m thinking of the rain-streaked-window opening of “Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels),” which I’ve gone long periods without listening to—that mystical sense of discovery flares up again.  This is remembered but new, its remembered newness somehow overwhelming the novelty of actually new stuff.  You’ve managed, in a palpable way, to start over again.  What cognitive transaction goes haywire here?  How is it even remotely possible?

the temper trap - down river

currently getting me through paper writing. the combination of persistent drums and a refrain of “GO, DON’T STOP” equals necessary motivation to not give up just yet.

faulkner’s typewriter