The Burton iPod jacket would have to be the coolest gift anyone could ever buy me. *cough* hint hint, Mum *cough*
Monthly Archive for February, 2006
25 is never enough…, originally uploaded by bananasontoast on flickr.com.
These are 25 of the most influence bands and albums of my life. I’m not out to impress anyone with my eclectic or good taste, and in fact these albums aren’t necessarily my favorite albums, just the albums that have effected my life or remind me of better times. They are not in order of preference and I do realize that there are two Gun’s N’ Roses albums there, but they were both a huge part of my life for many years.
Catharsis
ca·thar·sis
n. pl. ca·thar·ses (-sz)
A release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit.
The one who these poems are for will probably never know they are here. There are here for her, in order of my feelings and never to be read by her. I have lost and may never have again and my heart is broken in two. These poems are from a movie, “In Her Shoes.” Lame.
E.E. Cummings - I Carry Your Heart With Me
I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apartI carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
Elizabeth Bishop- “One Art”
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
There are different types of goodbyes that we deal with in our lives, some are temporary and some are permanent, but they all hurt a hell of a lot. Saying goodbye is admitting an end to something and that is never an easy thing.
Tonight I sat on the couch watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze with friends, gathered because Rachel (Mark’s girlfriend and one of my best friends) is leaving. No one is really saying much apart from laughing at the few of us (myself included) who actually find the movie a good watch, but everyone is feeling the same. We’re saying goodbye to a friend and it sucks.
Right now I am looking at a time when I will be saying goodbye to lots of friends, some of them the best friends I have ever had in my life. After Uni I said goodbye to people, but it was different because I thought I was coming back, but now I am saying goodbye to friends and I may not see them more than the odd special occasion for several years. Uni can change everything and some of them may come back in love, married or who knows what may change in their lives.
Over the past year two very special girls have always been there for me, Rachel and Claire. Rachel is a friend who has always been so kind to me and almost like a sister, we’ve never had so much as a disagreement and we have often hung out and had the best times. Claire is someone who has changed my life in so many ways and I doubt I could ever express just how much her friendship has meant to me, she has been there for me in some tough times and I will never forget her.
So now when Mark walks through the door and is quite obviously rather sad, it becomes more apparent to me that this will happen more and more as life goes on. The friends I have now will eventually find jobs and significant others and lifestyle changes that will drag them away and for all I know I may have a completely different set of friends in another year from now. All I know is that to all the people who I consider a friend (you know who you are), I hope you know just how much I love you all!
Has BYU prof found AIDS cure? Let’s hope so!
If Google goes ahead with plans to unite IM with e-mail it will make a lot of people happy and maybe loosen MSN’s current grip on the IM market. Live advertising based on current chat content anyone?
