stop thinking in dualities.

hello dearies,

he liiiiivved! i watched 'l.a. confidential' last night - and can't stop talking about it. granted, it's a bit cheezy - but that what makes a film an EPIC. man, i really like that mooooovie. and i'm really glad (you know who i'm talking about) didn't die.

below are the lyrics from "love is like a bottle of gin" by magnetic fields. i appreciate lyrics en songs less and less as i get older (not sure why), but these did me in, goooood:

It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say thing off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly over-advertised
It turns a genius into an ass
and makes a fool think he is wise
It could make you regret your birth
or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than it's worth
and yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
the older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
but it can make you see rainbows
You can find it at the Bowery
or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love

real simple, but real pretty. and SMART.

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i'm feeling a little less topsy-turvy about the previous entry content, due to time and tiny details coming together - slowly but surely. and this crazy sense of trust in time, et. al. that i've got goin' on.

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i'm fairly certain i'll be applying to grad school this fall (though i can't promise anything). i'm thinking that i'm going to avoid most things strictly involving social sciences... history, writing, journalism, law. i need something more technical, more mathematical, and i don't want to do something that i'm super super passionate about - because odds are, i'll end up abhoring my hobbies. (i can always learn about previous topics on my own, and have been doing a damn fine job so far).


NOTE: I told my housemate last night that i'malookin at: urban planning, geography (with a much larger GIS emphasis) or a sub-discipline of architecture. but really this is just heresay. i don't know what i'm talking about here. really i'm apparently goal-less, and loooove floating around all the time.

anyway this is all very, very boring. disculpame.

i'm hoping that my weekend only involves books and beer, because frankly i can't take a hectic, how-is-this-happening-to-me weekend again. i've had about 89 in a row. i am sleepy. and old. ha - and grumpy, apparently.

lets all cross our fingers in hope that these entries will veer towards the un-boring, un-career-related, un-diary-esque. i much prefer the tales of adventure, dismay and occasional dumb luck. surely you do too.

i promise i know what heresay is now, even though the above demonstration wasn't quite right, with exact quotes, etc. le sigh.

love you kids,

jen