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Dear Reader,

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Lets take a trip with Larry Carlson

I was just chillin' on the interweb yesterday and came across www.larrycarlson.com, a really cool and trippy website. His mixed media and collage artwork is very interesting and fun to look at, and most, if not all, of the collages have a distinct color, like the one pictured here. If you have a shitty desktop background, this is a cool place to get one from. The rest of the stuff on the site gets even weirder, and his videos and interactive videos can get really hard to look at, if only drugs were in my system.

On another note, I recently realized I wrote a poem the day before my Grandmothers death about the fall and mortality, coincidence? Written subconsciously? hmm.

Sestina: Fall
11/11/07
The heat of the days end abruptly
As the sun falls across the horizon
The cold air sinks to the ground
Growing thicker with leaves aplenty
The skyline ever changing
The curtain being opened again this year

Stop looking back as if it’s the end of a year
The days are still aplenty
Live as if your life will stop abruptly
There is still room for your lives to be changing
So pull your eyes up from the ground
And keep them on the horizon

The further we progress the darker the horizon
The further we progress the more days are changing
The sky withered and torn from another year
The season came all too abruptly
As the leaves once hung aplenty
Now they flutter to the ground

Don’t follow the cluttered leaves, the ground
They skewer it aplenty
From a skyline lost all too abruptly
It’s almost the three hundredth day of the year
Where the flocks smother the horizon
In their lives that are ever changing

In this time of year leaves are greatly changing
They litter the earth to color the ground
Reflecting the silhouetted horizon
It’s the telltale sign of the year
When the leaves are colored aplenty
And life is ever changing so abruptly

The night comes in a blink, abruptly
Quicker than the leaves themselves are changing
Clouds floating over the horizon
At this moment, this time of year
Soon we all will be grounded
Together, feasting aplenty

Like the times of year
We ourselves are changing
No matter how abruptly

straight outta southwest

hey dear reader, so last night we happened upon some house party a little ways north (?) of campus. local band the newspapers was playing there, and I have to say, they were pretty impressive. playing a set of dancy, catchy, pop-punk, their site claims they are a result of the shins + minus the bear, but they sound like they owe a great debt to portland locals the thermals (the best song of their set aped the hook to "here's your future" to good effect). check out their
myspace and listen to them, or listen to "lakeview", a song off their lakeview ep. it's a chill track with a nice use of delayed acoustic guitar and some glockenspiel action going on.

-mp

also: i had a really vivid dream about starting a record label. i was woken up in the process of making the business model (step 3: after recouping production costs, label and bands split profits 50/50). is someone telling me to do something?

introducing the almond gallery

Check out this site if you like what you see here ;D

Charlie Deist, a very dear friend of ours here at the Pony, has started up his own blog, The
Almond Gallery>. Check it out, one post combines two things very central to my life, marginal benefit and the Buffalo Exchange. If the current posts are a sign of anything to come, his blog will be a good read from here on. We also put a link in our favorite sites section if you're too stupid to click the link in the post here.

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T-Shirt design alongside death ramble

Life is weird and death is hard. That's the conclusion I have come to just yesterday, after the death of my dear Grandmother. I found out that she 'passed away' when I woke up and I spent almost all day pretending that everything was ordinary. I sat in my classes and kept my head up, giving the same responses as I would normally give. It's times like these that remind me why when people ask how I am, I respond with "I'm okay," because after lunch when someone asked me how I was, I was sick of pretending everything was okay and broke down. I've seen this person once before, and she gave me the most comfort I have ever needed. Somehow, everything she said to me was perfect, and although I was mad with tears, I was okay. Death is so hard to deal with, especially when everything else keeps moving forward and there is no time for the deceased.

I have come to the idea that I'm okay with my own death, but am so scared of death of my friends and family. I would be fine to die whenever, because I know it's my fault for being lazy or not doing something, especially with all the opportunities put in front of me. Dealing with two deaths, both my Grandparents, within six months is hard, real hard, but to consider losing one of my close friends or my sister or parents is so terrifying. I've also decided that the phrase 'passed on' is incredibly stupid doublespeak. Death doesn't need a word to make it seem nicer. It's death, the loss of a life, why does it need to sound any nicer than what it actually is.

Anyways, I wrote a poem about my day yesterday, goes as following:
Plastered Face

Your life ended today
But mine kept moving forward
It's not like I wanted it to
But the pull from people around made it impossible
So I put on a plastered face

I had no emotion, everything was indifferent
I had no emotion, because I was scared to be recognized
I had no emotion because I resisted the tears
And I had no emotion so I would be ignored another day
So I put on a plastered face

And I carried that face with me all day
And it made me want to vomit
It made me sick to my stomach to have to ignore you
To pretend that you were here like yesterday
To pretend that maybe I had the chance to say goodbye

That chance I didn't have
Nor was I ready because I'm still not
Because I'm still preparing myself to say goodbye to Granddad
And to apologize for all the times I made him a burden
Even when I did have the opportunity to bid him farewell.

to be seventeen forever

Saw the Hold Steady and Art Brut last night. Initially I was apprehensive to seeing Art Brut; their music, with the exception of a few songs ("Emily Kane" and "Bad Weekend" in particular), always seemed gimmicky and uninteresting to me. But they sure did change my mind with their show. Singer/uglyass brit Eddie Argos ran around on stage complaining about drunk texting, too many dvds in record stores and ex-girlfriends, all in a very charming fashion (part of the charm being his accent). Probably the highlight of their set was when Argos drunkenly ran into the crowd, jumping around with the kids, then drunkenly ran and stumbled over the barrier between the drinking/non-drinking sections of the Crystal. Between the rock-star posturing of their second guitarist (who really didnt play the guitar all that much, thinking back on it. Argos called the other guitarist the 'actual guitarist') and the drunken mishaps of Argos, Art Brut put on a pretty good show.
The Hold Steady, however, were something great. Their first set was standard fare, playing through a large number of songs from mostly their last two albums, with all of the energy and fire of their recordings. When they came on for the encore, though, something amazing happened. They played 'Chips Ahoy' like they knew how much we wanted to hear it, and then Craig Finn said he haid one last thing to say to us. Obviously drunker than before (part of how amazing they are live is how much alcohol they imbibe yet still manage to play even better than on the record) he kept on pausing and stuttering, talking about how people say he talks to much (he doesn't talk enough in fact). With a smile and a nod, he said "there is so much joy in what we do up here," to the cheers and screams from the crowd. And what he said defined their show; part of what was so amazing was the great energy and joy with which they played. After the shouts subsided, the band proceeded to rip through one of the greatest jams I have witnessed, playing the jaw-dropping "Stevie Nix" and then segueued into a song I hadn't previously heard, "Killer Parties", from their first album. I've included a playlist of "Killer Parties" and "Emily Kane" by Art Brut, but the recorded version of "Parties" comes nowhere near the power of what I witnessed. By the way, their lead guitarist deserves major props. It seemed that the more he drank the better he played [and they fucking drank; the keyboardist downed an entire bottle of wine and then several beers and other assorted liquor (did his moustache absorb some of it?), the guitarist had plenty of Jim Beam, and Craig had more beers than I could keep track of (some of which he sprayed on the crowd)].

Very satisfying, all in all. If you, reader (do we have readers?), have the chance, I highly reccomend seeing the Hold Steady. And not asking sketchy crackheads to buy you alcohol.

Progress(?)

I found this on www.icecreamman.com from when we were at Musicfest NW, back in the beginning of the school year.

I have actually started recording, but until I find a metronome to actually keep perfect rhythm, nothing is going to be posted, so I'd say in about a week once I finish some bullshit essays I will have some stuff up. I should also have up some designs that I have been working on for making T's.

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