Guilt

So, yes, I haven't posted in a while. This happens a lot in my life. For the first few days I'm like LETS GO LETS DO THIS SUPER AWESOME TIMES FOR EVERYONE and about a week later I avoid all of your text messages about our Bunny World Domination plan and never speak to you again. But I swear The 308 won't be like my previous relationships. Mostly because I live with Marie and her physical being is a constant reminder of my failure to follow through.

So hheeerrreeee IIIIII ammmmmmmm

Another habit I have is that I buy too many books. Powerwalking by the plastic, too-rickety-for-comfort tables full of books on 4th St., I can never resist pausing for a moment (or at least reading the covers as I keep powerwalking). I have two 3-foot long bookshelves at my NYU-provided desk (which is decent if a bit cramped). One is full of my CDs (to sell, I'm not that narcissistic) and tea, the other full of books I haven't read. The books I have read are few and are under my bed (I really can't give you an answer to why). It's a habit I always remember having. I just buy books. I can even research which books to buy through reviews and wikipedia and awards and I'll buy them but rarely do I actually read them. Actually, when I'm looking for something to keep me warm and intelligent all through the night I often just buy another book and read it instead of going back to the BOOKSHELF OF GUILT.

I like to think I buy books to give myself some semblance of intelligence. "Look at all the books I intend to read. I'm so wanna-be-intellectual." But does that count? If you want to get knowledge, by buying books or signing up for classes, does that show the same perseverance as someone who follows through on a few of them?

I'm just wondering, if I get 10 books that I don't read but I know the basics about and one day want to read, does that equal actually reading one book?

I really hope so.
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Before watching Treme, the only jazz I truly enjoyed was Charles Mingus. And only Black Saint and Sinner Lady. And really only Track A and Track B. But if I could only listen to a few songs for the rest of my life, those songs would be on the list.

I am tempted to go on a paragraph-long spiel that details the amazing journey of these songs, but I realize that 1) I sound like a douche and 2) it wouldn't do justice to the songs.

Instead, just buy the CD and listen to it, you heathens.

-Christina

p.s. If anyone knows anything about turntables, can you comment some advice? Marie and I are looking to buy one. Our budget is about $50 to $75 total. :D

The OTHER 308

Yes, people. For those who have already found out, I will re-confirm it.
There is ANOTHER 308 blog.


I now pronounce them our unofficial sister blog (unofficial cause they don't know).
The (other) 308 has provided the world with such scintillating quotes as:

"OH GOD I JUST HAD A RAMPANT FART"

and

"I want to do shrooms, they’re cute!"

The few. the proud.

-The 308

Yet another 18-year old girl hypothesizing about something she doesn't know shit about.

I'll probably post about life as an intern at a record label later.

Until then, procrastination.

I found this at Marie's personal Tumblr (the URL of which I'm not allowed to share)
From the Beetroot art group

"Ideas that seem impossibe to realise with traditional media, including design software, often trigger concepts for self initiated projects. Using technology not just for the sake of it but as an aid device in order to design with it, we built some custom tools. Those tools allowed us to experiment with the type of Shakespeare’s «Romeo & Juliet». Along this text the word Juliet appears 180 times and the word Romeo another 308 times. We finally brought them together with 55,440 red lines."

It's easy to hate Romeo and Juliet. Disturbingly easy actually. They're young. They don't have time to break apart Revolutionary Road-style ahhhhh I'm so disillusioned never loving anybody silent lone wolf. I'll admit I've said this or thought this before.

But I am optimistic now, and though I probably won't actively search I'll try to keep the option of a relationship open. I don't know about the use of technology though. On one hand there's the whole "self initiated projects" and using technology "as an aid advice" as Beetroot art group does. Technology is the medium of discovery (obviously, considering the above posters), but can that translate over to romance?

I think that technology oversimplifies everything and people. Yes, Facebook gives us all these parameters for self-definition (religion, gender, political views, idols, books), but there's still something lacking. But I admit that these thoughts come from an article about The Social Network I recently read (I'll post the link if I can find it again).

These are all quotes. My own interpretation? No, I don't think we can find someone online. Online/texting/phone things have gotten to the point where even a phone call is too intimate. When was the lasttime you called your friends instead of texting them? And why not call? I'll be honest it's way awkarder by phone because you have awkward pauses and you have to make small talk sometimes, but that's reality. At least, that's my reality. I have no place telling you what's yours. Then again, I've never been in love, so maybe the bond that can cross time (age gaps) and place (long-distance) can go through the A/D D/A transformations of a computer/phone. Hopefully I'll be able to test this out.

I also take comfort in the fact that I can always write a great breakup album if my heart gets broken.

Currently listening to St. Vincent (just discovered her a la Marie from (I need to stop writing that), who is opening my eyes to real music. I am a n00b). Loving "Cheerleader" and "Champagne Year" from Strange Mercy.

I make a living telling people what they want to hear

but I tell you, it's gonna be a champagne year

Good luck everyone,

Christina