Hi. I am back on Tumblr here, if you’d like to follow.
I never got comfortable with Tumblr, so I’m out. Using Wordpress here—maybe. If I do I will be feeding it to my Twitter: @_aliciadk Beyond 140 characters and the profanity/politics-free blog that I keep for professional purposes, I just might have nothing to say.
…now I definitely will have things to say.
It’s been pretty weird. Later, guys.
Cuando ya todo parece más claro/Y cada instante es mejor y menos importante.
— Roberto Bolaño, “En la sala de lecturas del Infierno”
When someone is very drunk while arguing and says, “I can out-hipster you,” it reveals that that person consciously strives for hipsterdom. It gets worse when that person’s friend defends her with faux-gangsta speak. Why don’t I live in Brooklyn again?
Regardless, I had a sweet time at Edwin’s art show swigging rum with my blood relations, though I also got too ridiculous. It happens!
I love everyone/everything.
(BTW: Those texts are between me and my cousin mocking said people.)
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“A Day in the Life,” Handsome Boy Modeling School with Rza, The Mars Volta, & AG
Changed my WriteRoom colors back to default and remembered why I changed them in the first place.
From "An Open Secret" by Aura Estrada
He immediately pressed delete, and once again the page was blank—virginal, thought Borgini. He also thought about Goethe and Carver and Capote—his favorite—intensely staring at the whitish, static page.
Beads of sweat slipped down his forehead. It was possible that he was suffering from a fever, a result of the anxiety with which he was working. He took a deep breath and expelled a profound sigh that surprised him like a sudden change of wind. He stood up and went out onto the balcony. He watched men and women dressed in white come and go through a door of wood and stone, certainly ancient like most of the architecture in M. From this vantage, the world looked small and distant. He went back to his desk and stared at the screen, which stared back at him like a luminous eye revealing nothing. He typed a word before leaning back in his chair, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. In this position, he fell asleep.
“But is not Oasis the greatest British band since the Beatles? Can we not vote on this?!” (SNL)
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“Falling Down,” Oasis (off of Dig Out Your Soul)
Andy Warhol's screen-test factory - Los Angeles Times
A release due out Tuesday, “13 Most Beautiful … Songs for Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests,” issued by Plexifilm in conjunction with the Andy Warhol Museum, is the first authorized DVD of Warhol films.
The 13 tests contained here span a representative range of subjects, from celebrities ( Lou Reed, Dennis Hopper) to Warhol-created stars (Edie Sedgwick, Baby Jane Holzer) and unknowns. Each is scored to new music by Dean Wareham and Britta Phillips, formerly of the band Luna; a few songs are covers, most are originals, and all are conducive to languid reverie. The tests also can be played without music.
