The Pursuit of Capital Letters

I haven't felt this way about a song in a long time. It is hypnotising, to say the least; you are persuaded to close your eyes, shutter your consciousness, and just surf the undulating waves of violin notes. And then, swim desperately against the crushing torrents, with the frenetic staccato of drumbeats matching your thrashings stroke for stroke. When that is done, howl piteously over and over again for the lives that are slipping away every second. If it were a windows media player background, it would be the crazy, giddy one, with blinding neon lights exploding all over the screen. I love that the production values are so high; you can just about hear the pristine guitar strums cutting through flesh, exfoliating your cochlea or some esoteric scientific term for ears that sound nicer than "ears", and sweeping the worries away. Then, a sudden black wall of silence, before the rousing crescendo builds up once again, only to be gradually dissipated through rhythmic strumming once again. March on, blind and addled, among the avenues of zombies and the final survivors. Oh, the tragicomedy of a humdrum middle class existence. Argh, there emerges the self-centred side again. I never do learn huh.

After two excruciating weeks, Parks and Recreation was finally back in my life. And just about squeezed my heart dry of rainbows, saccharine smiles and sparkly things that happiness is made of. It is hard to find a show that is so overwhelmingly earnest and heartwarming. As I read in a review elsewhere, what sets Parks apart is the multitude of nice characters on the show. Absent are snarky quips and cynical snubs, which readily pervade other sitcoms and seem to be a sure-fire formula for generating self-conscious laughs. The characters aren't firing off backhanded insults at a rattling speed; instead, the slow-boil of the interactions accentuates the essence of friendships, relationships and other ships. Every episode allows us a longer glimpse of a certain character's quirks, habits and philosophies. The best part is that the characters learn from past experiences and evolve, instead of getting stuck in a stereotyping rut. Except for Jerry, but well, he asks for it most of the time. Haha. Basically, Parks is a show that shoots sunshine out its ass (hehe Juno) and plasters a unbearably huge grin on my face every single time. So hurray for that. Got to get back to settling SEP stuff, and oh, finals. Right. Bummer.


Leslie/Ben, rawraghhh!! <3