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May 05 2010

beckysalljazzy
that's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.
— Samuel Beckett (Texts for Nothing)

April 06 2010

beckysalljazzy
In the bathroom two water tumblers were sealed in cellophane sacks with the words: 'These glasses are sterilized for your protection.' Across the toilet seat a strip of paper bore the message: 'This seat has been sterilized with ultra-violet light for your protection.' Everyone was protecting me and it was horrible. I tore the glasses from their covers. I violated the toilet-seat with my foot. I poured half a tumbler of vodka and drank it and then another. Then I lay deep in hot water in the tub and I was utterly miserable, and nothing was good anywhere.
— John Steinbeck (Travels with Charley)

March 27 2010

beckysalljazzy
When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed me was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, I don't improve; in further words, once a bum always a bum. I fear the disease is incurable. I set this matter down not to instruct others but to inform myself.
[...]

A trip, a safari, an exploration, is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
— John Steinbeck (Travels with Charley)

February 24 2010

beckysalljazzy
All that day everyone we saw spoke of the earthquake in much the same way, as though some delightful happening had occurred for our special benefit. Instead of shying away from the subject, they reveled in it; advised us if we ever felt a severe one to run and stand in the doorframe. Even if the whole house comes down the doorways, it seems, are perfectly safe.
— Emily Post (By Motor to the Golden Gate)

January 19 2010

beckysalljazzy
he's completely insane." "That and a bit magnificent.
— Doctor Who

November 18 2009

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you lost the whole world
and it was all over the heart of a girl
only the heart of a girl
beckysalljazzy
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what do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me stay in the light
and if life is really as short as they say, 
then why is the night so long?

October 30 2009

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I always forget how much I love the first album of She Wants Revenge until I listen to it again and fall in love all over again.

As I stare through you and I stand quite still
And a alarm sounds just up the road
I can tell you'd like some sympathy but I can't fix you and you don't want me

October 13 2009

beckysalljazzy
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We're catching bullets in our teeth
it's hard to do but they taste sweet
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L-O-V-E, it's a mystery.
Where you'll find me.

All is love, is love, is love....

October 08 2009

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I was lost in the lakes and the shapes that your body makes

October 06 2009

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Hideaway - Karen O and the Kids

from the soundtrack to Where the Wild Things Are
Reposted fromsqueakyfingers squeakyfingers

October 05 2009

beckysalljazzy

Soup and why it isn't Blogging

I was thinking for a bit about how Soup differs from similar sites with user-generated content. I suppose it is most similar to blogging - as you might make a blog entry of a photo or a video. However, what really makes it differ from blogging is the re-postable content.

True, you could copy and paste someone's entry or photo or video... but with Soup, you may do that by simply clicking a button. Then, you serve the purpose of transporting content from one user to another user, even if those two users have no connection other than you.

More-over this is short-form blogging. I don't use Blogger or Livejournal to write single sentences... I use them to mull over entire events. Here I feel more comfortable about posting 3 or 4 lyrics I enjoy + a video. And if you like it, you repost it and your friends can see it too.

And that's how I find Soup different, and how I use it differently.
Reposted bysqueakyfingers squeakyfingers
beckysalljazzy
I am amused by the Disney style writing...

September 28 2009

beckysalljazzy
"I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment."
— John Steinbeck

September 27 2009

beckysalljazzy

I keep six honest serving-men

(They taught me all I knew);

Their names are What and Why and When

And How and Where and Who.

— Rudyard Kipling

September 21 2009

beckysalljazzy
Awesome! I would have loved to wander around in there!
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I am running. I will meet you halfway.
When I get there, will you be waiting for me?
I'm scared that you don't feel the same.
And after all just how much can I take?
Heaven help me I think I'm in love
I'm all in love with you.
Because I can't help myself
I'm falling down
I'm falling hard for you.
Reposted bysqueakyfingers squeakyfingers
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I was introduced and we both started grooving,
She said "I dig you, baby, but I got to keep moving...
on" Keep moving on.

July 23 2009

beckysalljazzy
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You're staring at the sun, you're standing in the sea
You're mouth is open wide, you're trying hard to breathe
The water's at your neck, there's lightning in your teeth
Your body's over me.
Reposted bysqueakyfingersgafhptva
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