Wednesday, September 30, 2009

true story:


It was a Friday night in the city. The fog hung low over the towering buildings, but the energy in the atmosphere was anything but gloomy. We walked, hand in hand, to the Fillmore's doors, eagerly handing our tickets to the doormen. As we entered, you grabbed an apple from the pile at the foot of the crimson staircase and thanked the old, content greeter. I rolled my eyes as you took my hand and we ascended the stairs.

In the cafe above, there was a lone guitarist crooning out some melancholy poetry over loud amps. The people sitting around sipped their drinks calmly, conversing and anticipating the the start of the concert.

We chose a seat by the window, where I could peek down at the shiny black tour bus on the street below, and gaze over the gray concrete landscape of the city.
You ordered a salad from the bar, while I sat in awe of the plethora of posters, records and photos that adorned the high ceiling-ed room. I bubbled with excitement for the concert, the fresh feeling of a new place and a new artist on my mind.

When the colossal plate of vegetables arrived, we gobbled down the tofu and tomatoes, wondering which songs our dear Jenny would open with and whether Jonathon Rice would be wearing tie-dye...again.

I smiled as we talked and ate, peering once more out the Fillmore's window, knowing in that moment that there was no where else I'd rather be.

Monday, September 28, 2009

soaked inspiration


Alice // Cocteau Twins
Cologne Cerrone Houdini // Goldfrapp
Chromakey Dreamcoat // Boards of Canada
X & Y // Coldplay
Past is Prologue // Tycho
Sang Real // Dredg
Phone Call // Jon Brion
Porcelain // Moby
Closing In // Imogen Heap

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


I took this photo today. It wasn't even a serious one. It was literally the last of tens that I had been fooling around taking before. and it's my favorite. I don't know why, but I look older. Like, this is my new visual defintion of what my senior year / 18 year old year will be like.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

nine nine oh nine

I'm not buying The Beatles RockBand. I'm not downloading their songs on iTunes. I'm not staying on my school campus to listen to their songs being played over low-quality amps.


But hey,
I still love The Beatles.

Monday, September 7, 2009



I think I finally feel like a senior in high school now.
Maybe it's all the free afternoons, the chill classes, the light homework, the new clothes, the better music than last year. I feel older.

I can't wait to go to college though.




(Academy of Arts, SF anyone?)

Saturday, September 5, 2009

The Hungry For More Games

So I finished The Hunger Games a few days ago. My sister bought it for me...after like a month of searching every library in a 20 mile radius, only to discover it was checked out with a long waiting list. This bode well for me because this obviously meant the book was good enough to be checked out widely. I was anticipating a consuming read. And it was...kind of.

I just wanted mooooore. I liked it, don't misunderstand. The whole concept is pretty thought-provoking and has so much potential. But I thought it only skimmed the surface of what it could have been. I was anticpating a grinding tale of desperation and a refelction on human nature and instinct versus compassion and the effects of an oppressive, violent regime over citizens in a post-apocalyptic society....and I got a watered down version :/. Call me optimistic, but I SO was thinking it would have that...and it failed my expectations.

Granted, this was probably because it was aimed at a lower-reading level (I think like early high-school or middle school is the recommended?) so only so much could be covered without losing relation to your average 14-year old.

I just wish this same idea could be published in adult literature! because I want more analysis and deep-delving character development. Oh well. Anyone recommendations of adult books with a similar premise?

Also: I'm kind of upset about how suddenly at the end of the book the front-running issue seemed to be more about the romance triangle thing instead of the looming death of the character in the contest. I feel like this happens too much in YA books with a female lead. Ugh.

I liked the book though. I just didn't adore it as much as everyone else seems to. I needed MORE. Perhaps I'm just growing out of YA novels? :(