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Check out Sweetest Kill from BSS' Forgiveness Rock Record.
I don't think I've ever heard anything like it.
It's so modest and overwhelming at the same time.
And vaguely reminds me of having the last fifteen minutes of my Monday night swimming lessons overlap with the syncronized swimmers' and wanting to just sit on the bottom of the pool with my legs crossed like genie and my goggles on. Just to hear what music could sound like when removed from air and how I could literally feel the music.

P-nut Party

Are you done?
This is a huge pet peeve of mine. ONE single blob of sandwich spread and the rest of the toast, dry. Look at it sitting all lonely. Like a jam factory in the middle of the desert. Anyone who knows me should know that I'm very particular about the way I eat my food. I'm not the type to just eat the rice, then eat the beans, then scoop some salsa into my mouth. I like to think that all the plates I dive into are made of components that were meant complement and to be eaten together. I usually cut a piece of the hardest thing on the plate, then have the softies meet on another side of the plate at a little merging of two rivers, and then have the hard thing staked to my prongs and then sort of lift everything else onto the better of the fork - the flatbed, you could say.
Would you really gnaw at the dry crusties while you're telling a joke to your friend, knowing that an oasis of - what is meant to be all over the toast - is just crying with loneliness while it stands awe-struck at how you distribute the paste.
This photo is my step one and I'd be embarrassed to possess traits that allowed me to finish here and walk away smiling.

I think it is safe to say that most people believe that men holding doors for women represents some kind of chivalry or gentlemanliness.
Men feel gracious and powerful when they do it, while women tend to feel flattered and or deserving.
I on the other hand have things to argue about this social reflex.
People should hold doors open for people.

This door-holding business imitates a sense of true aid. It makes it seem like the man is willing to help women in lots of different aspects of life. From standing on the car-side of the sidewalk to paying the bill to throwing his own laundry in the laundry bin, he may feel he is the absolute "man" and his lady would be nothing without those helpful little hands. (Where are the men when women need help with domestic labour, doing his laundry, making meals for the both of them?)

How dare a man who is holding two T.V.s in each hand while balancing a record player on his head and wobbling with a DVD player in between his legs let a woman open the door for him? *spits* And how dare he not drop everything to make sure her empty-handed self can glide through the door? Men tend to place these gallantries above the practical reality of the situation. The door-opening and other small services are intended for people who are generally incapacitated, burdened or generally unable in some way to do that thing for themselves. Wouldn’t this mean then that if a person was carrying something while approaching a doorway that anyone near should rush ahead a bit to open the door - regardless of gender? In this sense, it seems obvious that these tiny tasks (that even sometimes woo women) are actually just actions that reinstate their inferiority and place men as the only mover for the unmoved and the only ones willing to literally step forward and do something.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate when people hold the door open for me and never fail to say "Thank You". What I cannot handle is when I do hold the door open for a guy and he stops before he crosses the threshold so that I can walk away and he can open the door for himself to walk through. Another situation is when I stop walking to hold a door open and the man in question puts his hand on the door while he walks through (sometimes even using a whole forearm), as if I need help doing it. Then he says "Thanks", in a way that I take as a pitiful "Thanks for trying". Or maybe because he is insulted that I'd dare to doubt his ability to do it for himself - or his manhood in not doing it for me,. Just let me hold the fucking door open for you. I'll be fine, I know I will.

Bubble

"Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone."

-Miranda July from No One Belongs Here More Than You

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