i wonder why i often don't notice these things. the small detailed stitches and the curious patterns. so wrapped up in appearances, words, other's thoughts that i forget my own small pleasures. the ones that reside here, between the ripped edges of a baby's blanket and the wave of wind across the monkey grass.
makes me laugh, really. to know that we worry so much about these "big" ideas and these "big" things and feelings and emotions when, in reality, the bigger emotion could be in the smallest of details.
(i have been listening to the thumbsucker soundtrack all night. originally supposed to be a project of elliott smith, but due to his passing, was taken over by the polyphonic spree. i've always loved the movie, but the soundtrack just solidifies the love. even if you haven't seen the movie you must pick up the soundtrack. currently on my list of "listening now":
- friend and foe: menomena
- the throne of the third heaven of the nation's millennium general assembly: le loup
- wincing the night away: the shins (of course)
- (): sigur ros (thanks, brent)
- if songs could be held: rosie thomas
- everything all the time: band of horses
- don't fall in love with everyone you see: okkervil river (my favorite song is "red". fantastic song.)
- illinoise - sufjan stevens (of course, again)
- the thumbsucker soundtrack
- the i'm not there soundtrack (sonic youth, cat power, sufjan, calexico, yo la tengo)
- feast of wire: calexico
- achilles heel: pedro the lion
- dilate, not a pretty girl, out of range: ani difranco.
all are amazing to fall asleep to.

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