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born and raised
Oct. 10th, 2011 06:38 pm
Look, I’m not crazy. I know Pawnee isn’t Paris or London or Chicago. But it’s a great place to live and work. And serving the goofballs in this town is an honor and privilege. And yes, every town claims its diner’s waffles are the best in the world, but somewhere, in some town, there really are the best waffles in the world. So delicious and rich and golden-brown that anyone who tasted them would decide never to leave that town. Somewhere those waffles exist. Why can’t it be here?
( teh emotionz! teh joy! teh FEELINGSS! )
the current has us now
Oct. 5th, 2011 09:24 pmThere appears to be a positive correlation between the amount of work I have to do and posting activity. Definitely not a spurious relationship, as there is a mediating variable that would better explain what it is about the independent variable X that causes dependent variable Y. Hahaha. Can't remember what else from the latest 2101 lecture, and after listening to this, I am not particularly motivated to recall either. Who knows, who cares. Close your eyes and feel the guitar riffs cruising across your eyelids. Then, febrile heart-beating to welcome the rapid and sonorous drumbeats. Following that, have a break (+a kit-kat) by slackening and unknotting your muscles by piggybacking on their soaring harmonies. And voila! A fiery drive to watch the latest indie flicks, dissect the most esoteric of books, anything but flipping through readings and sources. Hmm.. I'll get there; I'll have to. But for now~~ ahhh.. As always, thanks Leechul, ma unabashed hipster-in-accomplice. HAHA.
the carousel
Oct. 3rd, 2011 11:59 pm
DRAPER: "Nostalgia. It’s delicate but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, nostalgia literally means, ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, and it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called ‘The Wheel.’ It’s called ‘The Carousel'. It lets us travel the way a child travels. Around and around and back home again. A place where we know we are loved."
Mentioned this when talking to Jia at lunch today. This was the scene that made me fall in love with Mad Men. It is simple, and it is poignant. The selling of emotions, that's all it ever had been. And they do it so brilliantly, so subtly. y u no come back this fall!? MM marathon after finals!!! For tonight, 3 tutorials and preparation for Hell Tuesday!!
