“do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. in the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. the world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is yours.”—ayn rand
nineteen: a passage from a book that has touched me
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘awww!’"
beach week starts this saturday, so i should be packing or doing laundry or maybe even thinking about doing those things. but i’m not. i will soon, don’t worry. instead, i’m going to post a ton of nautical pictures to get me in the mood for these chores. :)
sixteen: something that i want to do within the next five years
there are a lot of things that i want to do in the next five years.
and by “want to do” i mean “going to do.” things like going to edinburgh for a semester, graduating from richmond, kicking the gre’s butt, and going to grad school are just a few things i know will happen within the next five years.
but something i want to do? i want to fall in love. i mean, it isn’t something that i know is going to happen, but it’s something that i would like to happen. is that sad? i don’t even care.
thirteen: a memory that never fails to make me laugh
imagine, if you will, pigroast 2010.
it was mid-afternoon, and it was time for the nap before the rally. i couldn’t nap in my own room because my roommate was crying because she hit her face on a tree, but thought that another girl had punched her in the face, resulting in a black eye. then i had a realization: monica’s room was unlocked! she wouldn’t mind me sleeping in her bed, would she? i decided to send her a text, just to warn her. it read, “do not be alarmed! i am sleeping in your bed.”
and so, my nap begins. i am awakened several minutes later as monica drunkenly enters her room and yells, “GOGGLES! WHATCHA DOIN IN THERE?” i told her that i sent her a text warning her of my location, and she told me that she didn’t have her phone with her. what does she do? crawls into bed with me. we had a lovely nap.
it was a wonderfully strange and funny experience.
“did you ever hear of having more than you wanted? so that you couldn’t want anything else and then started looking for something else to want? it seems like we’re always searching for something to satisfy us, and never quite finding it.”—the outsiders
Josh Ritter was born in Moscow, Idaho in 1976, to two neuroscientists. As a teenager, after hearing Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan’s “Girl from the North Country” on his parents’ copy of Nashville Skyline, he attempted to write songs on a lute that his father had built, before abandoning the lute and buying his first guitar at K-Mart.
Ritter attended Oberlin College to study neuroscience, but later changed his major to the self-created “American History Through Narrative Folk Music”. At the age of 21 Josh recorded his first album Josh Ritter at a recording studio on campus. After graduating, Josh moved to Scotland to attend the School of Scottish Folk Studies for six months. Josh then moved back to Idaho for a few months, before moving to Providence, Rhode Island, then Somerville, Massachusetts where he worked temporary jobs and played at open mic nights. During this time, Ritter sold copies of his album and was spotted by Glen Hansard and his band The Frames, who invited him to return with them to Ireland. As an early sign of his success to come, Ritter found on the trip to Ireland that his album sold particularly well at open mics there. With the money from merchandise sales, Ritter was eventually able to quit his day job and devote himself to music full-time.
that’s before all of the other interesting musical things he did. he’s so wonderful.
ten: a dream i had this past week described in detail
so i tend to remember a lot of my dreams, but i can’t tell where they end and where they begin.
i was in florida, flying (peter pan style) along the banks of a river. all of the grass around the banks of the river was dead, burnt to a crisp. i was on my cell phone talking to some anonymous person about how i like virginia better than florida because the grass is greener there. as i’m floating lazily down along the bank of the river, i spot the shadow of a large fish (or something like it) in the water, so i follow it downstream.
it leads me to this large pool of water where tons of people are gathered around waiting in anticipation of something. i ask someone standing near me what’s going on, and he tells me that there’s a goliath tigerfish in the pool and everyone wants to catch a glimpse of it. i can see the outline of the creature and it looks like a bull shark to me (i watch a lot of river monsters…). people are taunting the fish trying to get it to show itself.
eventually the creature jumps out of the water onto a cliff where a grizzled old man is sitting. the creature was half tiger (the front half) and half fish (the back half). it attacked the old man, but the old man hit it on the nose and it fell back into the water.