an awkward [reality] break

Friday 12Mar2010 22:09

“ I love those screenprinted packages, and I really do wish I could continue doing them, but it’s hard to justify the cost and labor involved with those, particularly when it becomes harder and harder with each passing day to sell a CD copy of anything—screenprinted or otherwise.

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Packaging a Music Experience: Ryan Catbird and Catbird Records | Art21 Blog (via catbird)

Which is sad. Even if I myself is a bit guilty to this — waiting for the vinyl and such — I do love the well-made CD-packaging just as much as the vinyl covers. Sometimes even more as there might be a good and thick and wonderful booklet with the CD. A fold out lyric-sheet isn’t really the same thing.

Nice things should continue. Unfortunately the damn real world gets in the way. This is sad. But you tried Ryan. I think that counts for a lot.

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20:18

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

The xx — Teardrops

Yeah, I bought in on this. A bit late but that’s how it is sometimes. Melancholic music from the British Isles? The best. It’s running through the forest late at night in the autumn. The leaves falling down, making it slippery as well as colouring everything orange. Once or twice there will be a slip and slide across the path, but it will be ok. Ok?

mp3 music the xx

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16:25

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— Well, I hear something else. It’s the hug plane coming in for a landing.
— You’re clear for approach.

30 Rock, 4.14.

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15:16

My nose is colder than the rest of my body. Last night it was really cold, you know, as a wet dog nose? Like that. I was thinking about getting a hat for it, knitted and with cute flaps, but no, then I remembered. All nose-wear are the property of clowns, and I don’t want to be associated with that lot. And I really don’t want to stab my face when I see myself in a reflection — which would happen if I even for a second thought I was a clown. Horrible beasts.

the broken bits biographic horror stories

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14:29

ninka:

meins meins meins

Drool. To have a dark room…

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1:06

The most important meal of the day? The midnight bowl of Ramen noodles. But don’t take my word for it, trust the popular culture. Would J. Pauline Spaghetti, the billionaire noodle queen, in the old Batman tv-show be so rich if it wasn’t good for you? I think not.

lifelessons from batman

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Thursday 11Mar2010 19:36

There has been a restless drift inherent in most of my blogging since the beginning. (I still remember the greymatter interface fondly.) I started up Lost Pages in the summer of 2001 and shut it down around 2004 when I switched to textpattern and was far more interested in writing about comics. I cut down on the number of non-comicblogs I followed, and later, even more as I stopped writing in English all in all. When I did this, I also lost track of many other people whom I loved to read.

I have no real explanation why, I just know that it happened. I still feel a bit bad about it. I lost contact with people I liked. I still haven’t found everyone — the easiest one’s that still cling to the same domains was easy when I dug up the old link-lists. But the others? I feel as if I abandoned them. This guilt make me both try a bit too hard at interacting here I think, as well as keeping the distance. Yeah, those two shouldn’t work together at all but they do. I don’t want to miss everyone. Not again.

It’s a bit surprising that I now and then I’d stumble over a few of these wayward people here. The Internet is only as large and vast as one makes it — it can be a very small place. I like that. And even if you might not remember me, I do remember you. I hope. It would be a bit awkward otherwise, but I’m all for that as well.

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