reading Stephen King’s IT. I tried reading it in 9th grade, got half way through it and quit. This time I beat it. Regardless of the fact that the story was centered on an ALIEN CLOWN.
quite possibly the most terrifying combination, ever. And both of which I have phobias for..Not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to read it. Alas, it was awesome. Except the ending was a little effed up, but that’s just typical King.
However, on an even scarier note there was just another tsunami warning/ earthquake off the coast of Alaska…
its been a while since I’ve actually written anything. Not because I haven’t had anything to write, but rather it’s because I’ve just felt the need to hold it off, do something more productive. Like read or lay by the pool or other random not-really-that-productive things. However, this morning, the notion popped into my head that if I kept denying myself the urge to write, the urge would eventually cease coming altogether. And that in itself was motivation enough to come back to this site and begin pouring my collection of thoughts into this silly white box. I can’t profess that the thoughts I’ve been having are any remotely new. Just the same ones I’ve been writing and thinking about for years, still ricocheting about inside my head. Most of them dealing with time and my usage of it, or the usages my loved ones make of it. I’ve always pondered what exactly happened to me that made me so fixated on the incredibly finiteness of time and life. I suppose it was experiencing the earthquake death causes at a young age. Or perhaps I have always been a little hyper-aware that the clock was incessantly ticking. Regardless of the cause, it still riddles and nags my brain. I am now 18 and an upcoming sophomore into college. Friends of mine have graduated college altogether now. Both my parents are considered senior citizens and other peers in my life are actually going out into the world and seriously joining the work force. Could this really be growing up? Has it come so quickly? While others brush this off as a simple juncture of life, I obsess over it. I have woken up in the morning and felt my heart drop at the thought that my parents are that much older and that much closer to no longer being a part of my life. That even my life is that much closer (though not close at all) to ending. I also cannot deny that this sounds a bit like an existential crisis such as the one I mentioned in a previous post that Ben Gibbard seemed to be dealing with. But, at a second thought who really hasn’t experienced an existential crisis at some point, even if it was just for a fluttering second. You’re heart drops at the realization that time is finite and with that so is life. I always had a difficult time describing the way I felt until my honors 11th grade British literature class, which was really more a joke than a class. We learned nothing in that course, but we did have one project over existentialist authors. Throughout this project, I learned the meaning of existentialism. Existentialism is a philosophy that states death is imminent and the most important thing is to give your own life meaning.
So curt that definition seems.
You will die and you must find meaning for your own life. I guess that why many people have these so-called existential crisis. I don’t think I am currently experiencing one of these. I can only describe myself as being incredibly aware that time is fleeting, and as I get older it seems to progress even more quickly.
“There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened.”—Douglas Adams (via aeloquence)
“She may be young but she only likes old things,
And modern music it ain’t to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can’t explain.”—
Monday Morning | Death Cab for Cutie
(this is totally directed at Zooey Deschanel. I wish someone could write about me like thissssss)
So, I was listening to death cab’s new album this morning and I was a little weirded out because I normally instantly understand what Ben Gibbard’s beautiful message in his lyrics is all about. But, when listening to underneath the sycamore I was thrown. Until I did some research :)
Lyric excerpt :
We are the same We are both safe Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both safe Underneath the sycamore We were both broken in our own ways Sifting through the rubble for the wrong things I know you’ve got a vengeful heart And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start But you have seen your darkest rooms And I have slept in makeshift tombs And this is where we find our peace Oh this is where we are at least We are the same We are both safe Underneath the sycamore
In the early historical period, however, there is considerable evidence that trees held a special significance in the cultures of the ancient world. In Ancient Egypt, several types of trees appear in Egyptian mythology and art, although the hieroglyph written to signify tree appears to represent the sycamore (nehet) in particular. Thesycamore carried special mythical significance. According to the Book of Dead, twin sycamores stood at the eastern gate of heaven from which the sun god Re emerged each morning. The sycamore was also regarded as a manifestation of the goddesses Nut, Isis, and especially of Hathor, who was given the epithet Lady of the Sycamore. Sycamores were often planted near tombs, and burial in coffins made of sycamore wood returned the dead person to the womb of the mother tree goddess.
It seems that in Codes and Keys, Ben is really reflecting on death and what comes after. The majority of all his songs seem to have at least some underlying aspect of death in them. Perhaps he’s experiencing a bit of an existential crisis. It happens to the best of us at times, and it just adds another excellent listening element to his music for me.
“The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but thought about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking. Separate them from the situation, which is always neutral. It is as it is.”—Eckhart Tolle (via fuckyeahyoga)
“who does this girl think she is trying on my bracelet? I need to get out of here before she wants to borrow my underwear.”—Paris Hilton | The World According to Paris. (this is totally understandable. after I borrow bracelets I always expect underwear.. trick.)