Röyksopp - What Else is There?

I think this is Röyksopp at its best. But that would be because Karin Dreijer Andersson from The Knife does the vocals. I've never really cared for Röyksopp's singer. And, yes, Karin does sound like Bjork... but she definitely carries herself uniquely.

Found via my mind hacks LJ feed. Post is here.

Reminds me of Maddie, Sarah's 3-legged cat, scooting across the floor with her hind leg anchored and occasionally kicking, in the sense that this cat and Maddie both have some difficulty in getting around... and that they are so gawdamned cute. Also, it's been very interesting to me to find that Maddie most likely suffers from phantom limb syndrome, meaning that when I scratch her face on a certain side-- the side she usually wants scratched-- I'm stimulating an area in the brain that is close to the nerves that formerly received sensory stimuli from that leg. Thus, her leg is still virtually in her brain, in spite of its physical absence. Apparently phantom limb syndrome can be quite menacing for some people, just as I imagine that it may be menacing for Maddie... as evidenced by her oft-upturned head... to the side she wants scratched-- a sort of tick.

Otherwise, I'm thinking I may go to grad school for social psychology... or something more research-oriented. Clinical psychology isn't so much for me, unless I stick to research. Or maybe I should teach? It's all up in the air lately, even though I need to be making decisions very soon.

"I think what Elephant 6 meant for us is very simple: there's something pure and infinite in you, that wants to come out of you, and can come out of no other person on the planet. That's what you've got to share, and that's as real and important as the fact that you're alive. We were able, at a really young age, to somehow protect each other so we could feel that. The world at large, careerism, money, magazines, your parents, the people at the rock club in your town, other kids, nothing is going to give you that message, necessarily. In fact, most things are going to lead you away from it, sadly, because humanity is really confused at the moment. But you wouldn't exist if the universe didn't need you. And any time I encounter something beautiful that came out of a human somewhere, that's them, that's their own soul. That's just pure, whatever its physicality is, if the person can play piano, if they can't play piano, if they're tone deaf, whatever it is, if it's pure, it hits you like a sledgehammer. It fills up your own soul, it makes you want to cry, it makes you glad you're alive, it lets you come out of you. And that's what we need: we desperately need you."

--Julian Koster, from Neutral Milk Hotel, on the Elephant 6 Collective/ Recording Company

This is what Michelle Malkin's readers have wanted all along, I think:



I feel so sorry for her, though, even if I do loathe her more than Ann Coulter. Maybe it was a joke, but she comes off like the only loser here. But hey, if her political career ever goes down the drain, she can always resort to this kind of stuff. I have a feeling she has plenty of potential buyers-- avid fans.

"Earth Intruders"



"Wanderlust"

The new album by Patrick Wolf is my favourite in some time.



It's a bit andro-"gay", but I hear he's straight. It's no matter. Just good music, IMO.

UPDATE: From Wikipedia: "On Feburary 27, 2007, in a interview with The London Paper, Patrick Wolf openly acknowledged his bisexuality: 'In the same way I don’t know if my sixth album is going to be a death-metal record or children’s pop, I don’t know whether I’m destined to live my life with a horse, a woman or a man. It makes life easier.' "

"Rest is the sweet sauce of labor." --Plutarch

There's something distinctly Paul McCartney about this song, beginning with "And when she cries...".

Not that I'm relating the lyrics there or otherwise to T-Money, only that maybe she could appreciate the musical likeness. I think it's done better, but I can be so unreasonably anti-Paul.

And it's really up in the air if I'll be going to Of Montreal on Monday. I want to very much, but I have one of my incompletes to finish by the 1st, along with a test that day, a test this coming Monday and Thursday. I dunno. I want to shoot myself for slacking, for I've apparently shot my feet so many times before, recently.

Oh, and when are those books due back? I bought another ID, so maybe I should get them under my name...?

I often think of doing this karaoke style for my wedding, if I ever have a wedding, that is:



Simply replace "boy" for "girl", and so on. Maybe I can kidnap Steven Drozd (the guy playing keys/synth here) for the occasion. ;)

I'm getting happier, also. Oh shit. Maybe I should lose [online] friends more often. (though, I will always miss Jolie, as much as we can rub on each other). Lastly, I delivered pizza 'n shit to a black hooker the other day, unless that scant lingerie and aura she answered the door in signified some higher ritual. I can only assume, for we are all some biased sons and daughters of bitches. Lovely bitches.

Happy Valentines to all. Or anti-V-Day. or whatever.

Current Music: Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - If Fingers Were Xylophones