Writings from Gallifrey

Sat Nov 6

it really sucks when kids you taught and liked grew up to be arrogant, close-minded, unoriginal dicks.

Tue Aug 10
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the single most depressing song ever written.  my flatmate in college played this at least once a week and we were forced to uncomfortably laugh about how awful the story was.

Sat May 29
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i can’t believe this song is 15 years old.  perfectly used over the closing of the michael mann masterpiece “heat,” this song gives me goosebumps every time i hear it, even though my first listen was sitting in my car as a senior in high school.

“god moving over the face of the waters,” moby.  

from “everything is wrong”

Mon Apr 5
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snapcase - “harrison bergeron”

Sat Mar 6

seriously, this is godly.

seseme street’s “waiting for elmo.”

Thu Mar 4
part of me feels like admitting bias because david tennant is also the 10th doctor, but the fact remains that this was brilliant.  a review i read of his performance was that it would define hamlet for this generation.  i could not agree more.  run, do not walk, to see this.

part of me feels like admitting bias because david tennant is also the 10th doctor, but the fact remains that this was brilliant.  a review i read of his performance was that it would define hamlet for this generation.  i could not agree more.  run, do not walk, to see this.

best commercial i’ve seen in ages.

Wed Mar 3
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“feeling the pull,” the swell season.

Wed Feb 3
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“not an addict” - k’s choice

april park theory, dripping with irony, used to play a hell of a cover of this song.

Wed Jan 20

“I met a traveler from an antique land 
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, 
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, 
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, 
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read 
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, 
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; 
And on the pedestal these words appear: 
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: 
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” 
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay 
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare 
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Ozymandias”