wsn, nyu.

what i learned from movies, 2008.

bbc music.

check it.

NYU oscar noms.

this years alums...

foggy [chris, 1].

funny.

animal collective, my girls.

whoa. im honored.

winkwink.

denby.

no laughing matter.

brand new key.

[art]

cn.

how to get love through the ages.

ha!

i'm way less than average, apparently.

jeremy.

pretty good, friend. hope you enjoy your last day and adore EW. earn it!

someone stop me from adopting this dog.

ha! ry./paste

hilarious blog on the un-breakup of the cardinals.

yes!

flickr.

i fell in.

f. scott fitzgerald

It’s not a slam at you when people are rude, it’s a slam at the people they’ve met before.

plath.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…

ha!

jess-ica.

got interviewed. loveher.

bachelor hilarity.

no shame, i love the bachelor. and so did a few people i used to work with. one of those people, kristen baldwin, is blogging about the show on EW.com. and its fucking hilarious.

"So nope, I'm not going to get worked up about it. Fool me once, Bachelor producers, shame on you. Fool me 12 seasons in a row... Good God, what happened to my life?"

Ry says goodbye.

"never become that if you choose this path- if you go this route with your art. never listen to those loud dissatisfied bystanders who only want to see you fail because that will be entertaining for that moment. hold fast to your dreams, hold faster to your heart and never step out of the light of that love that made you whole. i did. and i know better now. and better late than never i suppose"

get it while its there.

lauren find #1.

mossip. gossip blog for people cooler than you.

stuff journos like.

yes, yes, UH YES.

black cab sessions.

how did i not know about this?

...then butch walker melted my heart a lil'.

ben kweller made my palms sweat.

quote-o, fave-o.

(found this as an intro to an old story i wrote for a tween site that is still the most commented thing i've ever produced)

Alyssa: You know, I didn't just heed what I was taught, men and women should be together, it's the natural way, that kind of thing. I'm not with you because of what family, society, life tried to instill in me from day one. The way the world is, how seldom it is that you meet that one person who just gets you - it's so rare. My parents didn't really have it. There were no examples set for me in the world of male-female relationships. And to cut oneself off from finding that person, to immediately halve your options by eliminating the possibility of finding that one person within your own gender, that just seemed stupid to me. So I didn't. But then you came along. You, the one least likely. I mean, you were a guy. And while I was falling for you I put a ceiling on that, because you were a guy. Until I remembered why I opened the door to women in the first place: to not limit the likelihood of finding that one person who'd complement me so completely. So here we are. I was thorough when I looked for you. And I feel justified lying in your arms, 'cause I got here on my own terms, and I have no question there was some place I didn't look. And for me that makes all the difference.

-Chasing Amy by Kevin Smith

GQ funny.

are you a dick? putz? weenie? penis? cock?

winters love.

a song that never stops giving.

the album that NEVER quits giving.

i've said it many times before and i may keep saying it long into the future. band of horses "cease to begin" is one of the few records i always want to listen to, never skipping a song. i'm really beating myself up for missing those end of the year shows now.

(PS -- happy birthday christina, baby!)

ladies who blog.

http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/01/06/lifespy-girls-who-blog-about-music/

we all have days like this.

sorry i've been a bit MIA. lots of work to do before i leave for France...of course all i want to do is read, walk around town and eat glorious southern food. oh, and sleep. yeah. had to wake up at 7:30 this morning and after two weeks of sleeping in let me just tell you, it wasnt pretty. feeling odd being back in the office but will hopefully check off my to do list this week. last night saw Matt's 2 year ATL anniversary which we celebrated with drinks at a new bar. said goodbye to Shawn, if only for three weeks and eyed the suspicious return of a dear friends former lover. oh, how we torture each other. SOW, it seems a certain someone has left georgia without so much as a wave. i hope your sunny life is well composed, my dear. i promise its all sticky heart but sincere smiles from this spot.

and: got Ra's new book in the mail today. its out in a few months, if you can believe it. also waiting for the media blitz that will be Josh's tome. dudes, seriously need to get my books on the shelves, money to my lenders and my foot out of my mouth.

not bad for a vanity project.

ryan gosling's band makes first music video:

MC.

bought myself an iphone on the eve, couldnt sleep, woke up broken out, fittled with phone, lunch with zach and then off to bill cone's (sally's dad) for the only form of celebration i partake in this time of the year.

then: late to bed but early to rise for my 2nd fave day of mall shopping (2nd only to the day after t-giving, which i also dont celebrate) i live for the crazy (prob what i like about nyc...)

then: no calif., but hoping to make this band of horses show and then create some good nye plans.

i hope you all are well and happy and full!

goodbye, paste.

Dear interns of the future,

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

In the world of magazine internships, you usually get as much from the experience as you put in. No one is going to baby to you, so the best advice I can give you is to constantly pitch to your strengths (especially to Nick, who is your greatest alley and always there to help). I'm sure you'll learn a lot and do a lot of little tasks along the way, but walking away with even just one story or review makes it all worthwhile.

--If you don't have Excel, try to get it now. You'll need it to do the CD spreadsheeting.
--Conquer the Google Reader hourly. Not only is it good for the site, its good to know what's happening in the news. It makes you look smart, and stuff. Use that smartness to pitch Austin stories about things you like so you don't spend 2 hours trying to write a story about some obscure band you hate. If you pitch him enough stories every morning (before 10AM), you will probably get to write about things you like everyday, thus making you happy.
--Learn how to work the phone. I never did, and always felt bad when it rang and no one else was around.
--Read some back issues of Paste. Or, you know, all of them. It's a small thing that will inevitably prove pretty helpful. Promise.
--If the line is really long at the PO, go ahead and try asking someone at the desk if you can skip it and just get the overflow. Some people say no, but when they say yes it saves you a lot of standing around time.
--Mocha Match has the best muffins ever, and they heat them up for you. Cha-ching!
--Whenever you're comfortable, ask one of the editors you admire out to lunch to pick their brain. I've done this at every magazine I've ever worked at, and one time it even changed my life. Thats no joke.
--Always volunteer to transcribe. Transcribing is one of those things people assume is horrible, that actually isn't that bad. And guess what? You get to covertly learn the staff's interviewing techniques, thus gaining knowledge. And you know what they say about knowledge....(power, people. It's power).
--Many of you probably aren't from here, which is cool. Now you get to explore a new city! Warning: Atlanta is super lame. Make friends with someone with good taste and a car and have them take you to Athens. When you arrive, request (in this order): Agora, Clocked, 40 Watt. Full disclosure: Atlanta isn't that lame. I'm just from Athens.
--Aim to do at least one "Catching Up With..." and one "Band of the Week" for the web before you leave.
--Ask Jeremy thousands of questions everyday. Talk to him about "Pushing Daisies" and check out his web stories, they are amazing. He's pretty much the nicest person alive and he will be able to get you through anything.
--Just go ahead and take the trash out every Friday. Don't make Rachael nag you, she has better things to do (read her web postings, they are hilarious!)
--Criminal Records has $1 vinyl. Its good. But chances are I take the good stuff every week. But who knows, maybe you have better taste than me? Either way, I'm outta here Feb. 1, so have at it!

Finally, enjoy yourself! Try to make Austin read Harry Potter, go talk to Kevin whenever you are stressed (his smile is an insta-pick up), chat up Nick when you are hungry (dude seriously knows where all the good food is), go see Steve's band (Attractive 80's Women) and do lots of trivia. Go to ED2010 events and try not to get down about the state of the magazine industry. There is room for everyone, if you believe.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

x. Lo

now THAT'S a list.

pitchfork starts its countdown...

the bachelor returns to abc.

you know you love it. 2 more weeks!

hilarious.

galifianakis + hamm.

never gets old.

R.I.P.

new york magazine, what?

pretty spiffy indeed:
http://books.google.com/books?id=iNkCAAAAMBAJ&source=gbs_summary_s&cad=0#all_issues_anchor

nicely.

the end of the era.

blackbook, ry.

http://www.blackbookmag.com/article/ryan-adams-our-new-intern/5244

We Wish You a Metal Xmas and a Headbanging New Year (Armoury Records)

[image] Not being a fan of Xmas records in general (the staple Sinatra one withstanding—admit it, you own it too, or you should) and being basically a person with a heart made of heavy metal, I have to say overall this record is maybe most probably horrible. Just terrible. In the worst way. Like fancy shoes with tube socks, it boasts a rather incredible roster of Metal Giants and some probably best-forgotten also-rans. On a positive note, Vinny Appice makes an appearance on drums more than once, Dave Grohl and Lemmy and Billy Gibbons rock out in a beautifully nasty way on “Run Rudolph Run,” the Chuck Berry classic. The record may be worth track four, “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen,” boasting half the second most famous line-up of Black Sabbath (We know them now as “Heaven and Hell”). In fact, Mrs. Dio is Executive Producer of this so I am going to a lame version of hell for the slagging, but, do yourself a holiday favor and enjoy the absurdity of your parents’ lame-ass records and sneak out back for a smoke. The eggnog here is just rotten and please, if you decide to go this one alone anyway, beware the Tommy Shaw slaughter of “Happy Xmas (War is Over).” I hate myself more than ever now in a special heavy metal way after that one and you know, buy a Jesu (brutal-noisy-progressive metal pioneers) record instead this season. It’ll scare Ma like Alice Cooper scares golf courses. Also beware, this product is non-kosher (no Hanukkah songs here…wtf?)////blah. RA—intern.

HA. good times.

point taken.

new moon, OK with a male director?

yes, please!

and on the to-do list it goes:
http://www.atlantacyclorama.org/

who knew?

The land comprising the city of Atlanta was once an American Indian village called Standing Peachtree. The land that became the Atlanta area was sold by the Cherokee and Creeks to white settlers in 1822, with the first area settlement being Decatur. Soon, an informal trading post sprang up as the first white settlement, called Thrashersville.

npr speaks.

best graphic novels, 2008.

academy awards.

as you well know, i am obsessed with the oscars. mostly, i love it when people im really rooting for but dont think will win end up pulling it off. prob the biggest moment in my lifetime was adrian brody winning. truly amazing. and i just realized that the academy has an official page on youtube with a ton of acceptance speeches. fuck the red carpet and the comedians and all that bull, i love a good speech.

shaun-y.

its all about my boys on the blog these days...but both ryan and shaun recently got new sites. its pretty badass too, tons of great photos and videos and stuff on all his work with red bull and MTV. what a hot commodity.
check it: http://www.shaunwhite.com

what the writers say, it means shit to me now.

dont worry.

finished a book today.

"downtown owl," klosterman's first novel.

eh, so-so. i think the paste reviewer liked it more than me but i liked what he had to say. (here is what he had to say):

Chuck Klosterman, Downtown Owl [Scribner]
By Austin L. Ray

Cocoa Puffs fiend successfully tackles long-form fiction

Pop-culture addict Chuck Klosterman has polarized readers and critics with the unique brand of observational writing in his nonfiction books. His autobiographical glam-metal opus Fargo Rock City (2001) explored the effect of hair bands on a young man growing up in rural North Dakota. The 18 essays contained in Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs (2003)—arguably his most popular book—cover The Sims, Billy Joel, Saved by the Bell, evangelical Christianity and much else. Killing Yourself to Live (2005) is a road-trip book about places where rock stars died, but also an examination of three girlfriends from Klosterman’s past and their impact on his life. And Chuck Klosterman IV (2006) is mainly a collection of previously published articles and columns.
Klosterman’s first novel, Downtown Owl, is set in the early ’80s and follows three main characters: Mitch, Julia and Horace—respectively, a smart, semi-secure high-school football player; a booze-loving 23-year-old teacher fresh out of the University of Wisconsin-Madison; and an elderly widower with a keen eye for truth and an affinity for coffee. We’re once again in small-town North Dakota, this time the fictional town of Owl. (Klosterman grew up on a farm in Wyndmere, N.D., and worked as a newspaper reporter in Fargo.)

Downtown Owl reads like a set of hyper-interesting short stories, and not only because it’s divided among the three major characters (who trade off chapters). Klosterman is adept at thinking up bizarre, somehow plausible scenarios that hook readers while pushing the story along. From a massive, $22,000 secret to a random-kissing drunkard to a legendary man who blew away two U.S. marshals with a rifle, Downtown Owl teems with vignettes, asides and secondary characters. They’re all carried along by unique literary devices Jonathan Safran Foer and Dave Eggers would be proud to employ, and Klosterman’s prose is a joy to read.

Everybody knows everything about everyone in Owl. Out-of-the-ordinary occurrences go down there just as they do anywhere else and, more often than not, each connects back somehow to our three characters. Meanwhile, Klosterman captures the hilarious and illogical essence of being a teenager while reveling in contradiction, cliché and absolutes, three of his favorite writing toys. Or, to put it in more Klostermaniacal language, all the characters of Downtown Owl become happier and sadder at the same time with the knowledge they have of each other. Along the way, they teach us that clichés are often based on fact (though not always), which is something everyone knows—except when they don’t. Klosterman’s style is as maddening to its detractors as it is intriguing to his followers; it wholly invokes Walt Whitman’s line, “Do I contradict myself? / Very well, then, I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”

Downtown Owl is the Seinfeld of novels. It’s a book about nothing. The characters are quirky, funny, interesting and, sometimes, just as loathsome as Jerry and the gang. Conflicts arise, but rarely are they resolved or even monstrously consequential. Mitch hates his football coach. Mitch’s football coach hates his own life. Julia gets drunk, pining for a man she’ll never have. Horace drinks coffee with his friends and misses his dead wife. The rumor mill gets two students into a fight, but fisticuffs never occur. A yawnfest? Hardly. Like Seinfeld, the novel is wildly entertaining. Seemingly unimportant scenes build an intricate backdrop for an ending where the slate is essentially wiped clean.

Klosterman’s transition to the novel form is pretty seamless overall, peppered with hilarious dialogue, solid character development and those unorthodox literary devices. (In an early chapter, instead of high schoolers displaying their thoughts through a perfunctory conversation, Klosterman breaks them down into 22 individual entries, each its own specific desire or thought from a specific student at that specific moment. Samples: “Sleeping” and “that one eighth grader with the insane tits.”) And while his characters don’t obsess over pop culture as Klosterman has in past works, he still uses plenty of era-appropriate musical touchstones (ZZ Top, Karen Carpenter, Van Halen, etc.) in humorous music-dork fashion.

As for Mitch, Julia and Horace—they learn a few things about themselves and those around them. As small-town tension escalates, things feel predictable at first, but they finish unpredictably. Indeed, by story’s end, downtown Owl—which never was the same—never will be again.

rut-ro?

hardwicke is out for "new moon."

true blood.

everyone i know is obsessed with this show, and i've finally sat down to watch it. i'm on the 4th episode and so far i really dont like it or get the big deal. but im going to watch the whole first season (which is already over) to see if it gets better. it does have a bit of an addictive quality. couldnt see trying to read the books though. (and yes, i know about 'PD' being cancelled but i'm not yet ready to discuss. and im still holding out hope)

uh, whoa!

http://www.davidryanadams.com/

nice one, kid.

he's currently obsessed.

as am i.

vegas.

ry gets youtube-d.

http://www.youtube.com/user/cardinology

nice work, you.

the fear.

thats my apartment.

and thats weird. weird, ya'll. technology aint me.
http://maps.google.com/maps?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS247&q=292+south+st.,+brooklyn+NY&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&resnum=1&ct=title

hilarity ensues.

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/c0cf508ff8/prop-8-the-musical-starring-jack-black-john-c-reilly-and-many-more-from-fod-team-jack-black-craig-robinson-john-c-reilly-and-rashida-jones

grammys.

weird/pointless nominations show last night, for sure.

here is what RS says about the noms (well, heres a small part of what they say that i agree/care about): Among the biggest snubs is the lack of Santogold in the Best New Artist category, Brian Eno’s absence among the Producers of the Year (despite Coldplay’s seven nominations) and a lone nomination for M.I.A. (though the nomination for Record of the Year for “Paper Planes” ties Justice’s nod for their MGMT remix for weirdest mention). We’ll find out who wins, who goes home empty-handed and how the Grammys can possible alienate even more people when the 51st annual ceremony takes place in February.

new ry song.

http://foggy.davidryanadams.com/post/62643077/ra-laptopdemo-annihilator

new butch video.

awesomeness that is brock.

he sent me a new song today, gorgeous as usual.

i love you, but...

http://web.mac.com/olibeale/Iloveyoubut/home.html

ha, zombie poets.

http://zombiehaiku.com/fakePoet.html

finally!

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/node/147848

quotes (downsized).

the facebook cutdown. here's what i had (and no, no plans to cut it down to incoherent sentences and the addition of my middle name to make me super cool):

"I like my beers cold and my homosexuals flaming"--Homer Simpson

"The most significant, challenging and exciting relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you that you love, well- thats just fabulous"--C lady

"I love my life in New York....but then I come down here and this fits too"--SHA

"LIfe is a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel"--Holace Walpole

"Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating" -Charlie Kaufman

How I think when starting to write:
"To begin... To begin... How to start? I'm hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. So I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana nut. That's a good muffin."
-Charlie Kaufman (in Adaptation)

"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." -John Cusack (in Say Anything...)

"It's not the years, honey. It's the mileage."- Harrison Ford (in Raiders of the Lost Ark)

"I don't see why anybody wants to marry an artist, anyhow. I remember Ray Kennedy used to say he didn't see how any woman could marry a gambler, for she would only be marrying what the game left" -from Willa Cather's "The Song of the Lark"

"Optimism can make you look stupid, but cynicism always makes you look cynical"- Calum Fisher

blender mag gets their turn.

best of 2008.

fuck yeah.

criterion site is up! awesomeness prevails!

the frisky.

cute site, cute story.

goodbye, 'valentine.'

nice knowing you, you were cute.
http://www.thrfeed.com/2008/11/the-cw-yanks-mr.html

twilight fun.

so the craziness is at an all time high now, with the film opening friday. i was supposed to go to a screening on tuesday night but cancelled to go to the kings of leon show (then ended up giving my ticket to a coworker who wanted to go more) and forgot about the screening. yeah. so this weekend it is!

and this is hilarious:
http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2008/11/slideshow_of_twilight.html#

hang in there, rob.

the awesomeness.

http://www.cafe458atl.com/

if youre in the ATL, check it out.

beautiful.

http://gizmodo.com/5092918/treehouse-restaurant-built-around-redwood-like-beautiful-fungus

:(

http://www.nypost.com/seven/11172008/jobs/goodbye_to_all_that_139082.htm

lookin' good.

http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/harrypotterandthehalf-bloodprince/

hur-ha.

warehouse o cd.

CD Warehouse
6690 Roswell Road, Suite C4
Atlanta
GA
30328
404-256-0057

Disc Go Round
2997 Cumberland Circle
Atlanta
GA
30339
770-803-9947

new moma work.

"I want to assassinate painting,” Joan Miró is reported to have said, in 1927. Four years later, the Catalan modern master elaborated, in an interview: “I intend to destroy, destroy everything that exists in painting. I have utter contempt for painting.” (He is quoted, along similar lines, as having put the Cubists on notice: “I will break their guitar.”) Brave words, for a painter.

check new yorker.

a-ha.

woody, always liked your humor.

speaking of the shake off.

i had a dream last night about this boy at work, h. very odd indeed. well not so much odd (the situation is odd as is) as that its just bugging me. i dont take dreams super seriously (i dont have the adequate knowledge to determine what theyre all about, nor do i know for sure if things like this are worth investigating at all) but every few times a year something makes me think about the weirdness of dreams.

ps- listening to ben lee's "float on" makes it better. try it out.

its mania, yes.

http://www.instyle.com/instyle/package/general/0,,20237320,00.html

obsessed.

trying to shake it off.

they cut 25 jobs at EW yesterday. tons of people i care about are now jobless, like me. like ive been basically since graduation. in a field thats going nowhere. in the last week, one of my friends has gotten engaged, one is pregnant (its a boy!) and one is moving to france in a month. what the f am i doing with my life? no job, no home, def no relationship to speak of. feeling v lost right now, my friends. and i know its mostly the EW thing setting me off but i'm having trouble shrugging it off this time. i feel an urgency unlike ever before to "figure it out." on the same coin, trying (as always) not to make myself nuts.

also: i fear for the life of me returning to NY with no money, no job prospects and back to that horrible flat (the girl currently occupying my room says the place has been a mess since i left. niiiiiiice)

thanks for letting me have some self-indulgent self pity. ha.

niceness.

http://www.imeem.com/polyvinyl/music/JEFijHTJ/loney_dear_airport_surroundings/

love you.

www.nytimes-se.com

how have i never seen this?

prob shouldnt even look.

mr. president-elect,.

get us out.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/11/13/soldier.blogger/index.html?eref=rss_mostpopular

every day, a writer gets her wings.

please hold while i high-five my 14 year-old self through the spacetime continuum.

http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2008/11/catching-up-with-butch-walker.html

r.i.p.

lipstick jungle has been cancelled. and hey, it wasnt half bad. but as long as they dont kill pushing daisies, everyone gets to keep their heads.

SPIN is on top of it today.

third good news i've gotten from the site today, and its not even 12:30.
http://www.spin.com/articles/eddie-vedder-and-sleater-kinney-singer-collaborate

she did it with you.

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2008/11/6haynes.html

genius.
and: megan came, saw, bought the state and left full of weighed down cheer. a success to be sure (even if i made her miss her flight, sorry lady). weird day today, but marching on.

yes: to raincoats.

thank you.

I'm about to head to Grant Park to talk to everyone gathered there, but I wanted to write to you first.

We just made history.

And I don't want you to forget how we did it.

You made history every single day during this campaign -- every day you knocked on doors, made a donation, or talked to your family, friends, and neighbors about why you believe it's time for change.

I want to thank all of you who gave your time, talent, and passion to this campaign.

We have a lot of work to do to get our country back on track, and I'll be in touch soon about what comes next.

But I want to be very clear about one thing...

All of this happened because of you.

Thank you,

Barack

crinkle.

pitchfork top 500 songs.

happy.

today, shawn quit her soul crushing job that constantly depresses her and already has a 2nd interview with an awesome marketing company in atlanta lined up. as i told her, i dont like my friends being miserable at work,.. theres no point in that. i know the economy is bad, but there really are good jobs out there and its so silly to work a job that makes you miserable (money aint everything, and why spend 40-80 hrs a week doing something you dont believe in?) so congrats, lady. youre on your way.

ask, you shall receive.

as a music person, i constantly get asked (like many of you, im sure) who my fave band or singer is, what my fave song is, the best show ive ever been to or three records i'd take to a desert island. faced with the prospect of living on an island with only 3 records and nothing else leads me to believe i'd jump off a palm tree to my death, but the others are valid.

i have little to answers to questions like these and the mere mention of them boggle the mind beyond any thoughtful consideration. but to give you something, other than my end of the year lists, i thought i'd doll out at least one semi-specific love of mine.

for whatever reason (and there and many, some explainable and some not) i am quite obsessed with band of horses. i quite adore literally every song theyve ever laid down. my favorite, if hard pressed, is most likely "the general specific" off of their latest, cease to begin. the song has the ability to make me feel a million things, to take me to a certain place in time, to give me chill bumps and to cause my mind and heart to race. this has been done countless times in my life, most notably by ryan, johnny, and millions of other old timers. but this song (and all of their others, to their own degree) elicits a very "of now" type of reaction that seems to melt me down to the very core of how i feel right this second, not hinging on the past or hollowing out the future. and while i might usually wish for a more obscure track to lift me up to such a shattering space, i stand by this band, their music, and the possibly cliched way it makes me feel.

If your trials end, are really getting you down
We had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, it means shit to me now.
Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees, the end of December was coming on,
Only for you and me.
When the showing up ends, going back to the south, where hungry necks that I know, and runnin'
A blender in a lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm sure.
Knowing up here, there comes a fork in the road, pants have gotta go, we're on an island on
The fourth of July, looks like the tide is going home.
In time I'd find a little way to your heart, down to the general store for nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore - only for you and me

darn.

not only did i totally guess wrong (about 5 times)...this just isnt what i was hoping for. and of one of my fave issues of the year. although, i hope this will help me rest my final case that EW is for super nerds.