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Thesis

When you're so spring break mentality that you procrastinate writing a blog, you should probably just turn in for the night. Anyway, I won't be testing this thesis tonight - I'm just gonna soldier on through and churn out some based blogging. So, let's roll with this one.

Spring break is over (boo) and the second half of the second semester has begun (boo). Luckily, the second half of the second semester is actually shorter than the first half, and as an added bonus the entire month of April is so crowded with concerts that I won't have time to complain about papers and finals. I'll just be complaining about headbanging-induced neck cramps.

I can deal with that, fam. I can even blog about that.

But first, let's blog about spring break, or:

SBMMXI

That's right y'all, Spring Break 2011! Unfortunately, I didn't have a camera with me. That means no beach bod pics. No fancy dinner pics. No airplane window pics. No sunset pics!

Instead, I'll provide a rough sketch of my break:

FRI 3/11 thru SUN 3/13

> Screenprinting with Drew: paper-writing for Bioanth: working at DQ: chilling with Andy: packing: catching up on sleep

MON 3/14

> Catch a plane: fly to Berkeley, California: reunite with Ros: Skype Elaine with Ros: eat fabulous fajitas courtesy Alicia: catch some swag ice cream cookie sandwiches with Josephine: jetlag

TUES 3/15

> Solo campaign to Cafe Med for grilled cheese and hot cider: re-reunite with Ros: bro-out and read Cosmo and be best friends: catch some fly Thai with Josephine & Jenna: watch The Bachelor finale with Josephine

WEDS 3/16

> Buy some swag kicks: eat horrible Chinese food: head to San Francisco: investigate hip bookstore: hit up Chinatown for gifts: explore North Beach: catch hefty sandwiches with hella bros: watch The Real World with Carolyn: watch The Woodie Awards without her

THURS 3/17

> Early morning farewells: much reading of The Sound Of The Mountain: return voyage home courtesy of Padre: sleep

FRI 3/18 thru SUN 3/20

> S'all blurred out, fam: some sleep: reunion with the GF: nap mentality: dread of schoolwork: dedication to eating food whenever

I can't really capture the exact good vibes of the Golden Coast, but needless to say, it's undeniable. Final Thoughts: Rain is okay if it's in California, because it'll still be warm. Cities are especially cool when they're carved into hillsides. There's nothing like a great friend. Riding Bay Area Rapid Transit might be the best thing you can do.

Now that I've done that conventional thing and talked about my spring break as if this were some dumb Facebook album, I'm going to get into some real stuff.

IS IT ALT??

Watching the MTVu Woodie Awards was an all-together weird experience. For one, it was hosted by this guy. For two, these horrible adverts for Sun Drop kept playing. For three, the show was like a self-parody of corporate understanding of "the youth."

Not that anyone expected MTV to capture the hipster zeitgeist. It just makes me wonder what the point of the Woodie Awards was. Was it a cash grab? Was it an attempt to hype MTVu? Was it a failed experiment? They obviously do not need to cater to hipsters. The network is doing fine with JShore and Skins. They have the VMAs. All of that. MTV is embraced by a huge viewership, including me. They don't need this weird event.

So why try the "Indie Award Show"? And why do it so poorly? Kanye as Left Field? The Foo Fighters open? Pete Wentz? If, for whatever reason, the Woodie Awards were an actual stab at attaining cultural relevancy with non-mainstream bros, then MTV got it all wrong.

I guess if they were appealing to proto-histers (tweensters? o gud) they probably did a fine job introducing "alt" stuff. But to this self-important blogger, they didn't do a fine job of anything else.

Except spreading the #GOLFWANG hype. That's always "okay."

This is a music blog

In Love With Oblivion [2011; Slumberland]

by Crystal Stilts

This record is so muddy and chill. Like, how The Doors were muddy and chill (so, like a fire-breathing dragon covered in dirt). It's fuzzy and thick and great. Chugging noise-rock. I've listened to the record like four times in a row, and it just makes me feel like I'm in the middle of a baking hot summer. Opener "Sycamore Tree" is jangly and classic. "Alien Rivers" might last forever. "Precarious Stair" has this sort of totally captivating regal detachment to its twinkling and bombastic swag. It's energetic and heavy at the same time. If you miss Women as much as I do, this will maybe sorta not really help relieve that sadness.

This is a book blog

The Sound Of The Mountain [1949-54]

by KAWABATA Yasunari

I don't even know where to begin. Homeboy authored one of my all-time favorite novels (Beauty & Sadness), and this might rival that masterpiece in terms of density and intensity. The frankness with which Kawabata describes old age, family dynamics, and sexuality is arresting and affecting. The prose is packed with haunting imagery. Don't get me started about that snake. Or the No mask. Dang, fam! The dialogue is loaded beyond belief and the characters are incredibly well-developed. The relationship between Shingo and Kikuko is so simple, complicated, difficult, confusing. I just don't have the energy to do this brilliant novel justice. All-together, it's a wholly convincing affair about death, lust, and identity that will drive you deep down inside yourself. If you like devastatingly subtle and poetic renditions of sexually-charged family life, then you'll love this! PS - Dreaming has never so adequately and honestly been captured in writing.

Wait

is it really that late? O GUD

Conclusions

Stay in school! I'll wake up early and do my reading. After finding out that a test I thought was on Tuesday is actually a week away, all work ethic vanished. Anyway, goodnight y'all.

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