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the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'awww!'

Monday, March 28

Top Fives for Monday

"For man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. This you may say of man--when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back. This you may say and know it and know it. This you may know when the bombs plummet out of the black planes on the market place, when prisoners are stuck like pigs, when the crushed bodies drain filthily in the dust. You may know it in this way. If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live--for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died. And fear the time when the strikes stop while the great owners live--for every little beaten strike is proof that the step is being taken. And this you can know--fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe." (Grapes of Wrath, ch. 14)

God, Steinbeck is good.

Here are my top fives for today:
TOP FIVE ALBUMS
1. Death Cab for Cutie--Transatlanticism (has not left my car stereo for two weeks)
--> after number one, the rest are in no particular order<--
2. Jack Johnson--In Between Dreams
3. Pinback--Blue Screen Life
4. Bjork--Medulla
5. Interpol--Turn on the Bright Lights

TOP FIVE SONGS
1. Tiny Vessels--Death Cab for Cutie, Transatlanticism
2. Be Still my Heart--Postal Service (off "We Will Become Silhouettes" single)
3. My Heart--Havergal (mp3, dunno the CD source)
4. From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea--Cure (live version off Show album)
5. Bankrupt on Selling--Modest Mouse, Lonesome Crowded West

And there you have it.

4 Comments:

  • At 28 March, 2005 19:54, Blogger LuccyM33 said…

    It was fantastic to see you today...and kind of wierd but nice to see mrs. Neamon.

    I just burned two Death Cab for Cutie CDs from my nieghbor and listened to them on the drive. BRILLIANT. You are always one step ahead of me. How do you do that?

     
  • At 29 March, 2005 10:25, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Dang, I posted you this sweet ass comment yesterday but it totally disapeared into cyber air!

     
  • At 29 March, 2005 10:30, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Here's the thing. I made that tape special for today. My special Monday morning for YOU... SPECIAL.

     
  • At 29 March, 2005 10:33, Blogger sladkaya said…

    high fidelity RULES!

     

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