Missing the other hometown.
My mother made me stop trick or treating when I was nine because Halloween was the devil’s holiday. She got me the soundtrack for Grease as a consolation prize. I was mostly fine with this and just ate all our candy instead.
First off, lol to “Press F1 for help” and apologies for this dodgy video.
Yesterday my pal Shawn posted a Curve video to his tasty Shoegeezer blog, and I was reminded that singer Toni Halliday was my second girl crush (the first was Natalie Merchant, in her vintage dresses and colored tights, when I was 19).
Halliday was effortlessly cool in a way I knew I never would be and Curve’s sensuous, dark and danceable melodies put them in my top ten of early 90s Britpop.
I first heard the band via Beechwood’s Indie Top 20 mixtape, and I remember going to record shops in London in the summer of ’91 to buy up all their vinyl.
This is something I miss lately… that thrill of discovery… music that makes you feel like you’re living the movie version of your life.
I’ve been spending a fair amount of time on Pinterest lately perusing beautiful images of lightning and fall color, ball gowns and bedrooms.
Pinterest is a place where we’re all sisters sharing our favorite stuff. It’s a world where we’re women wearing skinny jeans with expensive boots and slouchy cashmere sweaters. We have perfect beachy waves in our hair and unique artisanal jewelry from Etsy. We’re traveling to exotic places and our crafting would put Martha Stewart to shame.
We’re witty, we’re wise, we’re heroines in a chick-lit novel. We’re connectors, we’re mavens, we’re persuaders in a Gladwellian utopia.
Like all things internet, though, it’s a snapshot and a ruse. It’s ownership of a fantasy.
Or is it? I read recently about a Dutch study that showed the planning of a vacation actually resulted in more happiness than the vacation itself.
Which life is better? The one we lead in our heads or the one we lead out there in the world where it’s often stressful, shit hurts, the challenges are daily… but there’s also music and laughter, cliché sunsets and occasional romance.
I confess I don’t always know the answer to this question.
I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in gratitude so in the absence of a deity to pray to I always thank the moon when I see it.
In India (I think that man is so happy because he doesn’t have the internet) and South Korea (in the shadow of Gangnam style).
These actually made me cry. Because I am a sap. A sleep deprived post-the thing sap.
I feel like the Colossal repository, but I don’t have much scouring the internets time these days, what with the thing starting this week and all.
These sure are full of some mesmerosity, though, and a welcome respite.
It’s long days and nights here at The Thing. Thank you, Colossal, for reminding me of the outside world and that it is full of magics.
This isn’t new and has been viewed nearly 8 million times so I’m probably just amusing myself by posting it.
This is what comes of having over 16,000 items in your iTunes. You can’t listen to everything and you don’t know what you’re missing.