Your skin will turn into seaweed

When your friend says just the right thing and it makes your heart swell instead of sinking even further into its pit of disgust and disbelief with the human race, well when that happens, you can't not share her words with the world:

What a wang. I am so so sorry that people think they can be dicks and that it won’t catch up with them. Guess what, IT WILL. Even if you are handsome or cool or whatever it will catch up with you and wolves will bite your ankles or a bear will decide your house is HIS house OR your skin will turn to seaweed!!! THESE THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO YOU SHOULD YOU CONTINUE TO BE SUCH A SELFISH GIRLFRIEND HAVING PIG TROTTER!!!!!


so do yourself a good

Did I go at it wrong?
Did I go intentionally to destroy me?

It's one of the emo days, you guys, in which I am having so many feelings. They match up with this song pretty well. I particularly love the phrasing at the end of this song, where he's saying, I want to be well, but it sounds more like:

Well, I want to be. Well, I want to be. Well, I want to be. 

Like he can't even finish the sentence because he doesn't know what he wants to be. Or maybe he just wants to be. Also, he's not fucking around. Me too and me either, Sufjan.


I used to paint things sometimes. This ended up in a trash bin somewhere, but lives on in the dregs of my email.


maybe it's time to let it go

You breathe, you learn, you lose
You take, you break, you choose
And as you learn, you cry.
You do your best, and try.

And as the days go by
It makes you wonder why
You try so hard, so hard
To mend what’s bound to fall apart.

Oh maybe it’s time
To let it go
Maybe it’s time
To take it slow.

- "Broken Chairs" Chris and Tom



I guess I'm officially jumping on the bandwagon. First it was Frank, then Tyler, now Earl. This is now playing: everywhere in my life.

Literally the best description of a hangover, ever

"When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you are not come at last to see life as it really is and there is no use crying over spilt milk."

- Kingsley Amis



Pitchfork says this song is lengthy and adroit. I like it anyway! (I have always been a sucker for Pharrell though.) All in all though, they basically cosign the album, which I guess proves Mr. Gambino right. They do "only like rappers who crazy or hood man."



"What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything differently than I had done?"

What if Dear Sugar aka Cheryl Strayed was able to express so succintly what I hope to feel so fully in the future? She already has in her wonderful book Wild. Read it!


Emails to My Sister #2: In which I discuss my feelings toward Coachella

So I'm probably gonna get a lot of flack for this retroactively when someone actually reads this blog in like two years, but what can I say? These are my grumpy, party-pooper feelings. And so, here's another edition of Emails to My Sister in which I am trying to make her feel better that someone she used to know is playing Coachella. Names and pronouns have been changed to protect the privacy of the innocent.... although after reading you can probably tell that I don't give a shit about "their" privacy.
Coachella is DUMB. That's all I have to say and all that I've ever said. Big WHOOP. They're playing a show that is mostly known for people wearing cutoff jeans, ankle boots (you are in the DESERT, people), feathers and fringe - ALL AT ONCE. Coachella is not an "either/or" situation.  
So yes. I guess I'm just not that impressed.  
However, if we ARE going to assume that Coachella is cool (which I will NOT concede), then we must consider how cool -------  is among those bands that are cool enough to be invited. Three criteria to consider: 
1) Was the band/group/performer mentioned in a major news article listing bands that people might be excited about hearing? (Who cares about them?) 
2) How big is the font for the band on the official Coachella poster? (ie. How well known are they?) 
3) What stage are they playing? (ie. How many people will want to watch them play?) 
So far, here's what I can find: 
1) MTV did NOT mention them in their release about the show. 
2) SO SMALL! On the fourth line! BELOW Lumineers, Gaslight Anthem, Portugal the Man, Japandroids and a bunch of people I've NEVER heard of. 
3) Their stage is "TBD" which means they're not big enough to have been a priority to have already been assigned a stage. 
So clearly, subjectively (in my opinion) and objectively (I just proved it scientifically in items #1,2, and 3) it is NOT a big deal that they are playing Coachella. 
Also, a new #4 I just made up: Like A MILLION bands are playing. Did they invite every band who has ever played to more than 500 people?! That's not very selective at all....
Love you!
So yeah. Everyone loves Coachella and I'm a crazy person for thinking it's not cool. No - I've never even been. I am being that judgemental. At least I'm being honest. 


I'm in the Milky Way

"I Love It (feat. Charli XCX)" by Icona Pop

Yup. I'm on this train, thanks to Girls. Although, to be fair, I did first hear about them from The Hairpin, which is where I get about 20% of my daily reading.

Where do I get the REST of my daily reading? SO GLAD YOU ASKED: I get another 30% from The Awl, 25% from Vulture, 15% from random Illustration/Personal/Style blogs [Hey, Boobs Radley, Nathaniel Russell, The Blonde Coyote, Cailin, and other people!], a shameful 5% from Red Carpet Runway, and then round that out with about 5% of Maru!


Alex Balk: Most Excellent Truth Writer

"I tend to vacillate between a) pretending that nothing really matters because our existence, no matter how highly evolved we like to tell ourselves we are, is essentially a meaningless and arbitrary journey through a course fraught with obstacles both external and self-made in which we think we are choosing our own direction when in reality we are being pushed along by a collection of chemicals whose only goal is to spread their own ingredients regardless of the damage it does to their current host and b) cowering in the corner when confronted by the certainty that there's no actual need to pretend, because it's all true."

Seriously. Balk's the best. 


Emails to My Sister #1: In which I discuss Macklemore's arms

Some of my most honest writing/the only writing I do happens in emails to my sister, so I'm just going to start posting that shit here....

Some quick background - we've recently become big Macklemore & Ryan Lewis fans and have been listening to and watching a bunch of their stuff. This is in a response to an email where she confessed: "My crush couldn't be bigger... on Macklemore." If you're interested, I myself go for Mr. Lewis (as Dave calls him). Anyway, without further ado, entry #1 in Emails to My Sister:
So, that was a MUCH better performance than either of his Ellen performances (Editors note: My mother has turned us into Ellen fanatics). The lights made a huge difference. Without them it's just like, him.... standing, hopping and jumping around on the stage? Which I guess is not that much difference from every live rap/hiphop/rock performance ever, but in the past, it's just felt a little flat. This time though the song had a TON of energy. So on Ellen, I didn't expect it when they did Same Love but I did expect it from Thrift Shop and he just didn't deliver!! Also I love that he always has other people there to DO what they actually DO in his songs (guy who sings the hook, guy who plays the trumpet). 
This performance was also probably your favorite because DAMN, look at those guns. I'm with Dave, PUT A SHIRT ON, Macklemore. 
Dave himself was a great addition to this performance. It was funny that at the end he was so clueless, because as he was introducing them, I was like, it must be weird for David Letterman to have to introduce all the "new, hip" acts every night when he's totally at a different stage in his life and probably couldn't care less. And then he demonstrated that he COULDN'T care less: he didn't even know who Ryan Lewis was! It's not like he maliciously doesn't care about these things, he just seems to be older and sort of like, "Yeah whatever, I've seen it all. Good for you, but you're the thousandth new act I've had to introduce in my lifetime..." 
In conclusion.... Ryan Lewis came out from behind his DJ station!!!!! 


Kitty and Angel Y'all...

In January, I had this moment where I realized I wanted to be putting more Vibes out into the Universe, but the Vibes were a little different than what I had normally conceptualized as the vision of this blog. So I started another blog. An EVEN MORE SECRET BLOG. Less secret now that I just linked to it. But  recently I have realized it is silly to have two blogs. It's pretty similar to how I've been in the past: there's School-Sarah, Home-Sarah, Sporty-Sarah, Arty-Sarah.... and the list goes on. I think this is pretty dumb. I'm trying to have more of a ZFG attitude toward life, which so far means I get arm tattoos if I want to and now I'm going to post all my favorite aggregated content in ONE place, not two. Also, I'm gonna repost highlights from there, over here. Starting.... now:

This post started one of those internet black holes. Apparently Grimes tweeted about it. Then I had to watch her new video. And then I started thinking about all the female rappers I like these days...

Which meant I had to re-listen to Angel Haze's New York. I love that she totes channels Andre 3000 on one verse (starts around 2:22). And THEN....

I had to finally read all the tweets and listen to all the songs from 2013's first Twitter brawl.

It was your typical internet black hole. Loved it.


Ice Dreams

Spring is right around the corner here. Walking out of the house this morning it was drizzling, the birds were chirping and I can feel that I'll be riding my motorcycle this weekend. That doesn't mean I can't still have dreams of beautiful blue ice falls.