ferrydust

29 August 2010 Sunday

“Take me deeper past the lights
where nothing dims these stars”

28 August 2010 Saturday

“There were lights inside their eyes”

08 August 2010 Sunday

Playlist 08/01 - 08/08/2010

Ingrid Michaelson – Soldier
Jukebox the Ghost – Empire
Arashi – Truth (Music Box version)

25 July 2010 Sunday

I am here

27 June 2010 Sunday

Have been organizing and clearing some old files on computer and moving many things to discs; also organizing discs and coming across many memories.

Just refreshed my appreciation for Death Note (the anime, manga, and movies; all gold).

Also, watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog again; funness. But, while she is adorable, I am still really disappointed with the choice for female lead; she doesn’t display half as much character as the two other leads. Also unchanged is that several of the songs keep running through my head unendingly and will likely do so for another week or so (before going back to just occasionally, randomly), but that should be true for everyone who watches it.

*update: Actually, it got replaced rather quickly this time by the Man of No Importance soundtrack.. I liked the live production’s version better than the Original Cast Recording, but glad to find it anyway.

Have been reading mostly scifi lately, and quite happy with the books.

Have fully caught up on Naruto and have been rewatching more eps than I intended, but happy with all of it. I love Naruto (characters, stories, production, intention) more than ever.

Visited three different doctors’ offices in one day.

I think I am about to become a really big fan of rhodiola.

Waiting on three books, all parts of series, expected to be released in 2011 (although one might never be finished/published…ever).

I generally prefer paperbacks to hardcovers; I like my hardcover books, but I’m much more likely to carry a paperback out of the house than a hardcover.

I don’t know why it’s 3:30am and I’m not attempting to sleep. Falling asleep has not been an issue for me in years. Going to bed remains an inconsistent activity.

I really like (good) food. Oh, I enjoy eating some spicy stuff now — although I still prefer it with buffer of rice/bread/yogurt/cucumber or something or other to offset. Still do not eat wasabi, but I can see being a fan one day.

I’m very nearly at 300.

Many birthdays this week. But one.

We gamble all the time; we act as if we’re promised tomorrow. So much is assumed. I assume I will wake tomorrow; otherwise, I would not sleep now.

15 June 2010 Tuesday

>:O

That face does not remotely convey the anger it should.

30 May 2010 Sunday

Playlist 05/2010

The Last Five Years soundtrack
The Rescues

Playlist 05/30/2010

Schuyler Fisk
Charlotte Martin

25 May 2010 Tuesday

If dreams mean anything (?) then this one is notable since we were always on the same side before. Was a big house; challenging to defend from intruders. Important things are kept safe.

10 April 2010 Saturday

Playlist 03/2010 pt.2

Jonsi – Sticks and Stones
Mumford & Sons – Awake My Soul
Matias Aguayo – Rollerskate
Josh Ritter
The Rescues – Let Loose The Horses [get EP]

28 March 2010 Sunday

Dream involved a concert. I arrived late (why?) but managed to make it to front row between songs. Was meeting old friends.

Yesterday’s kite festival was festive and kite-filled.
Also good company, orchids, snackings, light tunnel, and ahi sliders.

I haven’t written poetry in years. (Why?)
<afterthought> this isn’t actually true.. but I guess the feeling is there. and I haven’t kept a consolidated journal of poetry in a long time. still room in the little blue book. or maybe I’ll start a new one.
I need space. </afterthought>

I love reading good books, except that I simultaneously really want to finish them and really don’t, because I’ll miss reading them. That’s how good things are, I guess?
But not all good things must end. I believe in that.

I am really crushing on this book.

19 March 2010 Friday

Just Stay (Email Forward)

This came through as a Forward in my email (thanks Mom). I’ve seen it before; I still don’t know its original author/source.

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of an old man.

“Your son is here,” she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

…

17 March 2010 Wednesday

When I was younger I read a lot. I always checked out the library limit (35-40 at a time) and had them all read well within their due dates.

I walked out of the library today with just a handful of books, knowing sadly that there will almost certainly be one or three of them that I do not get to open at all before they’re due.

I realized my reading habits are rather like my eating habits: they haven’t really changed over the years, while my metabolism has.