Songs I’ve heard so far in Slow Train today:

much of the soundtrack to mid 2008-2009 me that I still listen to today

aka:

Just Can’t Get Enough, Fall on Me, Enjoy the Silence, Boys Don’t Cry, Bizarre Love Triangle, Blue Monday, The Killing Moon (Echo and the Bunnymen version and someone’s cover which I don’t like as much), Love Will Tear Us Apart, Head over Heels, This Charming Man, Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Fade into You, Age of Consent, How Soon is Now

Me and those last two songs. I’ve been listening to them since I had braces and short red hair, and I never get tired of them. I was fifteen, never been kissed (even though I had a “boyfriend” at the time), whereas some of my friends were having sex already. Despite my complete lack of interest in the act itself at the time, I thought there was undoubtedly something wrong with me and that I would never catch up, and I’d walk to school with my Walkman (this was after my used 2005-issue iPod mini broke) blasting Age of Consent and feeling like my life should be a movie.

Do your translation Zoë.

07-22 / 18:15

Happy 7th birthday, Deathly Hallows!

Has it actually been seven years? *checks* Yes, it has.

I am old.

jeannepompadour:

"The Basin" from a copy of Kitab fi ma’arifat al-hiyal al-handasiya (The Book of knowledge of ingenious mechanical devices) by al-Jazari, 1315

allmesopotamia:

“A cuneiform tablet from Nippur in Iraq dated to 2000 BC indicates the names of strings on the lyre and represents the earliest known example of music notation. Although these tablets were fragmentary, these tablets represent the earliest melodies found anywhere in the world.”

omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

The wonderful Dervish playing “Baba Chonraoi,” a song about a girl farmed out to another family who mistreats her, who then runs off with the English army. I saw them play this and many other things at the Cleveland Irish Festival and it was the best part of the day.

07-21 / 18:49 / 4 notes / vimeo.com

tamorapierce:

ohawkguy:

the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.

Notebooks are evil and insidious.  So many of them have ingenious insides and outsides and stretch corner markets and will stand in their bookstore or stationery store stands doing what in former times was called a “kooch dance” at carnivals, a dance which no book, writing, or art person can resist without a truly iron will.

Then pens.  Glass pens.  Fountain pens.  Coloring pencils in 124 colors from Germany which you must have because what if you have to draw a map or something?

Zoë and her Exploding Heart

I just got the Starry Mountain Singers’ album and oh goodness I want to sing everything on it and everything like what’s on it, and I know there are probably people at Oberlin who would want to as well. I’ve wanted to for a while. I kind of knew that listening to it would re-spark that fervor for raw, human singing.

I have no idea who here knows more about this kind of singing, and I don’t know enough about it to lead a singing group myself and still feel like I’m respecting the tradition. When there were more Village Harmony alums around there were harmony singing groups, but they kind of fell apart after some people graduated, and there wasn’t anyone from my class involved on a less than peripheral level save for one person who withdrew from Oberlin. The only thing I feel comfortable doing is running the tiny Sacred Harp sing.

Paradoxes paradoxes paradoxes.

I suppose Village Harmony is going on the List of Things to Do after I graduate. In happier news, Harmony Week starts in six days and I hope I’ll return with fresh knowledge and a fuller songbook!

List of Songs to Add to Book Before Harmony Week

Daddy Fox (as sung by Ken Schatz)
The Clattering of the Clyde Waters (as sung by Stanley Robertson)
Little Bit of Cucumber
Bonny Black Hare
Old Virginia (Tim Eriksen v.)

At this rate I’ll need a new songbook before long.

07-20 / 15:29 / 1 note

“Here is how the internship scam works. It’s not about a “skills” gap. It’s about a morality gap.

1) Make higher education worthless by redefining “skill” as a specific corporate contribution. Tell young people they have no skills.

2) With “skill” irrelevant, require experience. Make internship sole path to experience. Make internships unpaid, locking out all but rich.

3) End on the job training for entry level jobs. Educated told skills are irrelevant. Uneducated told they have no way to obtain skills.

4) As wealthy progress on professional career path, middle and lower class youth take service jobs to pay off massive educational debt.

5) Make these part-time jobs not “count” on resume. Hire on prestige, not skill or education. Punish those who need to work to survive.

6) Punish young people who never found any kind of work the hardest. Make them untouchables — unhireable.

7) Tell wealthy people they are “privileged” to be working 40 hrs/week for free. Don’t tell them what kind of “privileged” it is.

8) Make status quo commentary written by unpaid interns or people hiring unpaid interns. They will tell you it’s your fault.

9) Young people, it is not your fault. Speak out. Fight back. Bankrupt the prestige economy.”

The moral bankruptcy of the internship economy | Sarah Kendzior (via brutereason)

solarbird added: see also the intrinsic fraud of the prestigious internship. (via solarbird)

this comes from the top rope.

(via bainard)

“For parents, we need to realize [our kids] have their own journey. Parents get it wrong when they don’t support their children. They have to go out and fight every day and face this world. The first battle should not be at home.

I just tell Jay all the time, baby, you won the war. You’re gonna have a lot of battles, but you won the war. Mama accepts and loves you for who you are. Your family does.”

Drea Kelly, Mother of R. Kelly’s transgender son (via micdotcom)