December 2011
hey, what are you majoring in?
Despite the rough first semester of college (COMPUTER SCIENCE Y U NO LUV ME??), my grades faired decently and so I’m going with my gut and answering with Biology and Studio Art. I’m still juggling possibilities of Math, Art History, and Chemistry though and a part of me is vying for an International Studies concentration in Borders, Exile and Diaspora Studies if my course load permits, but declaring is a year and a half away so everything is up in the air.
Short answer: I WANT TO TAKE EVERYTHING DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE CAN I RESIGN TO MAJORING IN HOMELESSNESS AND CONCENTRATE IN CARDBOARD BOX FORT BUILDING OR WAS THAT NOT LISTED IN THE CATALOG
“”Reading makes immigrants of us all - it takes us away from home, but more importantly, it finds home for us everywhere.”
—Hazel Rochman (via dirtymudblood)
Play
Sunday Morning (Velvet Underground)
Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning
Immigration stories always break my heart in the best way. The absolute need to exist in a flawed and foreign place above one’s own native one because of the latter’s deeper restriction of the simplest human experiences is something I don’t know if most people have sat down to think about. There are so many poems layered in the silences of work and re-rooting, so many words hidden among the five letters it takes to spell out exile.
You say it best, Ana.
I Buried a Bone
Blind Pilot
I Buried a Bone - Blind Pilot
Today’s track comes from the band Blind Pilot, a totally radical indie folk band. What initially caught my ear about this band is that they did a bicycle tour. This bicycle tour involved them biking from Bellingham, Washington to San Diego, California with all of their equipment carried with them.
Enjoy that little factoid, the stunning band and song.
and I’d seen a path turn to an old road
but the secret’s too slow
and we’re too fast
look me in the mouth
I’ve got nothing in my smile
I’ve been waiting for you
you’re just my stylefavorite forever
