35 songs that warm my heart///Ireland super mix
I made a couple of mixes at night when I couldn't sleep in Dublin that I was quite proud of and I utilized throughout the whole trip! Here's one and every song on it makes me feel a little bit of loooooooove.
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1. Voice of an Old Friend - Active Child
2. 100/0 (Snowdays Forever) - A Sunny Day in Glasgow
3. Drizzled - Adam & Naive
4. Where's Your Dirty Mind? - Avi Buffalo
5. Awake My Soul - Mumford & Sons
6. One Rose - Why?
7. Opis Helpus - Avey Tare & Kria Brekkan
8. Welcome to Bangkok - Brand New
9. Things I Did When I Was Dead - No Age
10. Earthquake - Deerhunter
11. Seventeen (Anna's Cabin ver.) - Why?
12. Futile Devices - Sufjan Stevens
13. Never Meant - American Football
14. The Gin War - Cassino
15. Fading Lights Are Fading / Reign Rebuilder [Tail Out] - Set Fire to Flames
16. Waterfalls (Eli's Cabin ver.) - Why?
17. Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl - Broken Social Scene
18. Sigh No More - Mumford & Sons
19. Quick Canal - Atlas Sound
20. In The Flowers - Animal Collective
21. Summer Heart - Blackbird Blackbird
22. Helicopter - Deerhunter
23. My Chariot - The Depreciation Guild
24. Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips
25. Blue Ridge Mountains - Fleet Foxes
26. Dramamine - Modest Mouse
27. re: Stacks - Bon Iver
28. Epilogue - The Antlers
29. Little River - The Tallest Man on Earth
30. Go Mets! - Mages
31. Skinny Love - Bon Iver
32. Chicaco (Acoustic Version) - Sufjan Stevens
33. After The Storm - Mumford & Sons
34. Sandy - Whirl
35. Light Leaves - Why?
This is mostly being posted in an effort to get my little brother to listen to music, but I think it's just a swell mix so go for it if you'd like. Also, friends, you might have noticed that Mumford & Sons appears three times above. That is because Mumford & Sons is the best band ever and I will not stop driving this point to you guys until you all love them as much as I do (just kidding, impossible.)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
1/9/11-1/29/11 Ireland
OKAY SO!
Ireland. Trip was amazing.
Had to chill in Heathrow for like 6 hours for my layover, which sucked really bad because I hadn't gotten any sleep. I kept like nodding off on a bench and then waking up a minute later freaking out cause I thought I missed my flight. Finally though I flew over to Dublin.
Stayed in Dublin forrrrr 5 or 6 days. The city was cool, and city life seemed very similar there as it seems in New York, with slight differences. The first day I got there I slept... like the whole day, I literally think I slept 24 hours, which was amazing at the time, but reeeeeally shitty when I woke up. Took me the whole to get on a good sleeping schedule. Went sightseeing and pretty much just walked around til we got lost really. There is this a lot of amazing architecture there, like Christ Church and Dublin Castle and St. Patricks. Took a lot of really nice pictures that my sister has to upload. All in all I think the best part about Dublin was it's history, there are so many interesting historical places. Also we went into this museum and they had recovered these 3 corpses from like the 1600's that got preserved in local bogs, which somehow has some amazing preservative quality, because the corpses were so intact you could see details like facial hair. Really weird, first time I've ever actually seen a dead body I think...
So yeah, by day we explored, and by night we went to Pub's and whatnot. The Irish stereotype, unfortunately, is quite true, and people drink A LOT there haha, but I felt it was a lot more laid back than it is here. There's a college there called Trinity College, which was BEAUTIFUL, but so the night life was very college-like, especially in this area called Temple Bar, which is where everyone suggested we went. Explored a lot of Pubs, eventually chose to stay at this one called Gogarty's because there was live performances every night with traditional Irish music. This other pub I really liked just outside of Temple Bar, but it was really like... old-man bar haha, I soon found that hanging out with old Irish people was actually a great time as well though.
One night my sister fell asleep but I was restless so I wandered down to Gogarty's alone and along with music this guy and girl were doing sick Irish step dancing, and it was awesome everyone was loving it.
Drank some Guinness (which is also true of the stereotype, everyone in Ireland drinks Guiness,) and some whiskey and met some obnoxious American people and then turned in, but I'm glad I went out by myself haha I was feeling very nervous for the first couple of days but I think that that really helped me get comfortable with being in a different country and meeting people and whatnot.
Also, in Dublin, I discovered that cider drinks are my favorite things in the entire world. Hope I can find some good American ones.
So that was pretty much Dublin, there isn't MUCH to say about it, overall I rarely got the feel of being anywhere out of the country, because most cities are like most other cities. It was charming though in some places, and people were very nice. Our hostel room was just us two the whole week and then the last night this guy Ross moved in, and he is the nicest guy in the ENTIRE WORLD and we met up with him a week or so later elsewhere in Ireland.
After Dublin we hopped on a bus and drove over to Sligo, which was a much smaller and more quaint little area. It was still urban-esque though, I really liked Sligo, and had amazing history as well. W.B Yeats lived there (my dad's favorite poet,) so he made us promise we would go to his grave site up by this church a ways outside of town. It was a little anticlimactic, but I did get a sweet collection of his poems and I like them. Everyone in Sligo swears by him haha it's funny, there's like statues and memorials and whatnot. In Sligo we couchsurfed with these 3 French exchange girls who were the nicest ever. Very hospitable, didn't speak much english, which was comical a lot of the time, but other times made things sort of difficult. We took them out for food and drinks and I enjoyed them a lot. Every French girl I met in Ireland all said the same thing; shirts and skirts in Ireland are a lot smaller haha, I thought that was really funny especially because they never failed to bring it up.
One night in Sligo, then we bussed to Tralee, and met up with this guy named Vinny who we were couchsurfing. Vinny was a fucking boss. He was like 6 foot 6 lanky redheaded guy, real nice and all, cooked us a great soup, took us through town, took us to get groceries, introduced us to his friends. Later on in the night he invited these two Swedish girls we had met earlier, (one of which Vinny described as a "proper lesbian," as opposed to the other girl who was just a lesbian. Not quite sure of the difference, but proper is a cool word,) and we all drank and had a good time, but I was too tired to go out with them. Also cool lingo Vinny used that I liked, the word "class," to say something is good, and the phrase "dead handy." But yeah pretty much Vinny was only to be described as a boss and he let us keep our luggage there to save us money and encouraged us to come back on the 22nd for a rockin' party. Good night's rest, threw on my hiking gear, and set off in the morning.
(These clips aren't in any particular order, I just threw them all together as to not post like 50 separate 30 second videos up.)
SO! The hiking trip was amazing. The route we took was called the Dingle Way, which is an 8 day hike if you follow the guides, but we wanted to do it in 7 so we could get back and go to Vinny's party. The first day was a bit underwhelming at first, and I really just couldn't wait to get out of inhabited areas and be somewhere just completely out of the way, and that came about quite soon. The first day we walked alongside this amazing mountain, the second tallest mountain in the Dingle peninsula (second to Brandon, the second tallest mountain in all of Ireland.) Saw SO MUCH SHEEP as expected but sadly realized soon we were probably never gonna get to chill with any because they ran away when you got too close. Along the mountain were a lot of strange like, old foundations and things we couldn't really figure out, but I'm assuming were significant in some sort of Irish history. there were also a lot of ruined buildings, ruined churches, etc. I haven't seen the pictures yet but I'm sooo pumped. We stopped hiking in this town called Camp, and Camp is really sort of where all the greatness started happening. We had contacted a bed and breakfast, but of course we had no idea where it was, so we went in a gas station and asked an employee, who was talking to a woman we had seen power walking earlier. They informed us that by foot the place was an hour away, and then without us even asking, started calling a bunch of people asking if there was any open places closer they knew of. The power walking lady got off and said that she found a place and her friend ran it and was gonna come pick us up, and then power walked out of the store haha. I never expected them to have been so helpful and like genuinely kind, but as the trip went on I kind of found out that that's just how people are in Ireland. Whenever you need anything or start talking to anybody, they will drop whatever else is going on in their lives and you become like, the center of their universe. So this guy came to pick us up, his name was John, and he turned out to be American, at least by birth. He lived in New York for a while too, and was a big Bears fan so he told me we should watch the game later and go out and get a beer. He was SO COOL and nice haha, and the place he ran was amazing. Also, in Ireland, I guess it's sort of a mannerism to repeat peoples names a lot when their talking to them? And with the Irish accent my name sounds like "JAHR-din," which is fucking sweet. Me and John quickly became BOYS, and me and my sister went to get food at the pub across the street and went to the next pub over to meet up with him and have drinks and watch his dad play music, but we couldn't find him. We went back to the house to see if he was there but we still couldn't find him, and then we fell asleep, and I was pissed, because John was my boy, and I wanted to hang out with him.
The next day he cooked us a traditional Irish breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, eggs, cereal, toast, blood pudding (DISGUSTING AND IT'S ACTUALLY MADE OF BLOOD AHHHH,) yogurt and tea.) Then he offered to drive us back to the path we were hiking, and gave us both his number in case we were in the camp area and needed to get picked up, or if wanted to come with him to Kilarney one time to hang out. Seriously, SUCH a nice guy, and that reminds me that the guy Ross (in our Dublin hostel,) gave us his number as well, and was like "I live in central Ireland, and it's 2 hours from anywhere pretty much, so if you ever need anything gimme a call and I'll come get you. SO FUCKING NICE!
Next day was the hike to Anascaul, and this was my second favorite day. Hiked through peat bogs and a conifer forest and the landscape was amazing. We were sort of in a valley between two mountains and for some reason natural Irish grass on its plains is like really well-kept-looking, it was picturesque. Played the Irish tin whistle a bunch haha. Anascaul was my least favorite town, it wasn't nearly as welcoming as the others, but the hostel was alright and I even got to check my e-mail and stuff, and we got some pretty good food at a pub. Pretty drained though, and we didn't go out and do anything, anyway there wasn't much to do there.
Day 3 was the hike to Dingle, which was first disappointing, because for the first 5 miles or so we were on farm roads near houses and I was really just all about the trail hiking, but I grew to appreciate it because being by farms meant seeing a lot of sheep, and a lot of horses, and a lot of cows and one weird thing we couldn't really classify, it was like a donkey mule horse cow, and when we pet it it tried to eat us. I think this was also the day I realized that I have no idea what to do if a dog charges at me, because it happened, and if the dog had any intent to kill me it would have certainly accomplished that. SCARY SHIT, but the owner finally came and got the dogs (there were 6 of them,) and we quickly left that area haha. Finally Dingle town was in sight, and on the long walk down the mountain towards it, THE BEST PART OF THE TRIP EVER HAPPENED. This fucking sick sheep like baa'd at us and came up close to the fence and like, HOPPED UP ON IT, but it wasn't really a fence it was a stone wall and I couldn't reach it, so I went a little further down and hopped in and I pet the SHIT OUT OF THAT SHEEP, for like 5 minutes, and hugged it and it was pretty much everything I could've ever dreamed of. Fuck yeah, sheep.
Dingle town was THE BEST, it wasn't big but it had everything you could need, and it was the kind of place where everyone who lived there was there their whole lives, so everyone knew each other and everyone had their own little niche and it was awesome. We couch surfed with this guy named Greggoire (also in the part of Ireland we were in, Gaelic was the first language, but luckily everyone spoke english as well.) Greg was the man, he was like 50 I think? He was such a nice welcoming man, he had like 9 kids with a couple different wives and his relationship history was INCREDIBLY complex but he was on great ties with everyone and all his kids and even some of the kids that his wives had had without him, they still all stayed with Greg for a bit out of the week. We met a couple of his kids and they were so nice and called him dad (one wasn't actually his kid I don't think.) Greg also had an amazing past of traveling, and showed us all the places and pictures he's been and the pilgrimages he's done and whatnot. Cooked us a good meal, gave us all the tea we could ever want, and let us crash on his couch.
Woke up, got a decent breakfast, and headed out to Dunquin, the most western point of the peninsula. This was sort of where things got really hairy and semi ruined haha. It was by far the most beautiful day of hiking. We hiked Mount Eagle, which was beautiful, and all day was just amazing landscape and wildlife. At the top of the mountain we came upon 3 horses, who I really don't think could have had owners... we were very far from any property. Anyway they were three beautiful horses and we walked with them for a while and it was amazing. I loved this day so much. Describing the landscape is impossible, and even capturing it on video and picture is impossible. There were a lot of great cliffs and views of the bay/ocean, it was all like too beautiful. We were rounding the mountain and about to come near Dunquin and it started getting dark out. The original plan was we were gonna hike around Dingle for another day, explore a bit, and stay at Greg's house an extra night, but in an effort to finish the hike in just 3 more days to get to Vinny's party, we set out and traveled a bit longer than usual. So with the original plan we were gonna call this lady who owned a B and B in a town called Ballyferiter, near Dunquin, and she would pick us up and take us to her place to stay. BUT she didn't answer in the morning, and the route we took detoured around the only other town before Dunquin... so we figured we would just make it to Dunquin and call her and hope it wasn't too late, and if it was we would just find a place there to stay. That, however, was a terribly misguided plan, as we soon found out that not only were there no more than 3 stores in Dunquin, all of them were closed for the winter. So it was dark now and we were planning for a night of camping, which we were wanting to do anyway, but then also realized all we had was 3 special K bars, and since there was nowhere open we couldn't stock up. So it was a pretty scary situation, and of course my Bear Grylls mode kicked in (a mode I definitely do have (not really),) and made the executive decision for us to walk until we found civilization or until we had to sleep, then we would wake up, eat our special k bars, and do the same thing the next day. Bear Grylls would be proud, and also I was pumped to try and start a fire WITH TWO STICKS.
But, we came upon a pub, and it was open, and we went in and asked if we could get food or a bed, and both of which she couldn't do for us.
So now we had 3 Special K bars, a chocolate bar, and some drinks. As we were discussing our situation I guess the guy next to us caught on, and he started talking to us about his adventures and his life and whatnot. He was a pretty interesting guy, he was about 65, and was American as well. He was traveling with his 2 friends, and they were traveling folk musicians (I later found out that, as it turns out, he's a pretty big deal in the traditional American folk scene.) Jack, Pat and Rosie were their names, and after talking a bit and having a couple drinks he told us to come with them, and that he would cook us a nice hot meal and take us to an open place to stay. So obviously we said yes, and we got in his car, and he was like we gotta make a quick stop first. Then he took us to this beach... it was in between two cliffs, like some secret cove or something, and it was a full moon and it was incredible. They hung out and they were honestly so cool, they were running around and acting as if they were our age or even younger and it was amazing. Apparently the night before was Pat's birthday, and they came to this beach and lit a fire and drank a bottle of whiskey, and he said it was the best night of his life. It was all like really amazing, and I got like really worked up ,and I don't really know why haha, they just seemed like the happiest people I've ever met and just genuine and kind. I guess I was just overwhelmed by it all and it made me happier then I think I've ever been ever.
We got to his house and they put a fire up and he cooked us delicious lamb stew, and we sat and talked and drank tea and they all told us stories and we talked about music and the old folk scene they helped to create and they were all three of them so interesting. They took us out to a town called Ballyferiter, where they bought us a couple pints and we kept on hanging out and having laughs and chats. Eventually he figured it was just better off we stayed at his place, so we went back and he made us up two beds and we stayed. In the morning he made us hot pouridge and drove us off to our path. Easily one of the best night of my life.
That day we were headed out towards Cloghane, the second to last place before we trekked back to Tralee, and it was gonna be a long walk. We decided since we were really tired to stay in Ballycurane, which was only like a 5 mile walk. At the beginning of our walk, we came across this really friendly dog, and we pet it and whatever, but then it like ran ahead, and kept like sitting in one spot til we got to it, then would run off ahead some more, and as it turns out, he was running on the exact path we needed to take. So this dog sort of led our way for likeeee almost an hour honestly. The entire beach hike and through some marshey areas, even over some bridges that definitely weren't designed for dogs haha. Really amazing. It was a short day with some nice cliffs and some billy goats, and we ended up at a REALLY expensive B and B, but it was worth it because we got the best food in all of Ireland. Relaxed all night.
The next day we were supposed to hike Mount Brandon... unfortunately my sister had some really really REALLY serious blister action on her feet... she couldn't walk really. We had ran out of money just about so we couldn't afford the B and B again, so we were just gonna suck it up and walk the road to dingle at a really really slow pace. Setting out, the people offered us a ride to Dingle, so we took it. Our journey had ended early, but I didn't mind because the 5 days was more than enough for me, and it was amazing nonetheless.
So we stayed at this woman named Paula's place who everyone told us we should go see, and she was real nice as well. Had a really well deserved relaxing night in, picked up a few books in the town, and slept early. The next day we took a bus to Tralee for VINNY'S BUMPIN PARTY!
...which we totally skipped out on. The bus was offering a really good deal to Galway and we really wanted to go there instead of Dublin again, and we got some money from my mom, so we went to Tralee, got out bags from Vinny's house, broke the bad news to him (he's such a boss it didn't even matter to him,) and got on a connecting bus to Galway.
We stayed in Galway for the remaining week of the trip. It was a much cozier city than Dublin, but still just a city. The night scene there was WILD though, like crazier than anything I've ever seen, people just walking around drinking liquor straight up, so much mischief and it was really amusing to see, I never really drank heavily in Galway because I was making sure I had enough money to eat haha. We went out a couple times though and had a few, saw some traditional music again. Explored the Galway University campus (lovely,) and sort of lazed around the week, meeting people here and there, and some really nice people at our hostel. The first hostel we were at we got roomed with these two kids from down south named Josh and Lindsay, and at first they kind of seemed douchey... but we actually talked to them in the morning and she was pretty much the single coolest person I've ever met in my entire life. Josh was really nice too, but the stories Lindsay told about her life were the most captivating and interesting stories I've ever heard and I've really like never been more interested in hearing someone talk ever haha. She's only 20, and she was talking about how she left home one year and traveled with some random band she met in Birmingham, and they invited her to play a couple shows with them (she played Banjo and guitar and I think the Cello,) and then they invited her to train hop out west. It was honestly an amazing story, about how she tried to get west to the coast and eventually succeeded by finding a car and traveling with this escaped jail mate, who she traveled the country with, somehow finding ways to get food and gas. At the end of the trip he gave her a tattoo, which she drew and was, as far as I could see, really really really beautiful. Besides all that though, she was also really really smart and creative, and had won some award for doing this audio-visual project using some algorithm based on the structure of a bacterium? It was really complex sounding, and I admittedly got a little lost, but the reason she was in Ireland in the first place was because since she won that award, she got asked to submit more stuff to be presented at this festival in Chicago over the summer. She went on and on and on but eventually had to catch a bus. When we asked her how long she was staying in Ireland she said she didn't know, and might try to find a job and live as long as she could there. I wish I was courageous enough to do stuff like that, and I also wish I could hang out with her again at any point, but chances of either of those things happening are slim. So it goes.
One night in Galway our boi Ross came through and took us to Salt Hill and showed us around and we went out for drinks and he bought me a whole fuckin pizza from Dominos. Ross is the man and we chatted on facebook while I was writing this and I hope to be as cool as him when I'm 30.
Another night, when we had switched hostels, we were about to go out when we looked into the kitchen/lounge area, where a bunch of people were sitting drinking tallboys and vodka. They invited us in and gave us a bunch of free alcohol and I stayed and hung out with them all night, my sister went out. There were a few old Irish men, a young couple from Canada, and these three French girls who were 19 or 20. We played some games and some cards and got a couple rounds of poker in, then eventually I was just playing cards with the French girls while the old men were being old and weird. At one point one of the old guys was leaving (he was the drunkest I've ever witnessed anyone,) and he was shaking everyone's hand goodnight, and he got to this kid name Abus (sp?) Abus came in late and was Pakistani and was traveling alone and he was a really nice guy, a little odd, but really nice, and for some reason the old Irish man was shaking his hand, and then wouldn't let go, and then threatened to cut Abus' head off if he was there in the morning. It was really scary and me and the Canadian dude had to like hold him down while the hostel employees got him out of there. That was pretty much the only bad thing that happened the whole time I was in Ireland. ANYWAY: kept playing cards, the french girls knew how to play asshole which was awesome, and they taught me some games and it was a blast. Salwen, if all the girls in France were like these girls, you are indeed a lucky man. Hung out with them til I went to sleep pretty much. Oh just kidding about that being the only bad thing that happened, because when I went up to the hostel room two people that had just moved in there were totally fucking, and they totally didn't stop for more than the 30 seconds it took me to change my shirt and climb in bed. Sick guys, sick.
Last day we went to the Cliffs of Moher, which I can't describe, and if anyone goes to Ireland, I urge you to go here, but I also urge you to hop the barrier and walk a ways to the left, cause the barrier they put up leaves you like a good 10 feet from the edge, and you can't really experience it for all that it is unless you're right up next to it. It was amazing.
So that was Ireland. Great vacation, great people, great memories. Now I'm home and this semester off is looking to be fantastic already. If you read all that text, I commend you!
Ireland. Trip was amazing.
Had to chill in Heathrow for like 6 hours for my layover, which sucked really bad because I hadn't gotten any sleep. I kept like nodding off on a bench and then waking up a minute later freaking out cause I thought I missed my flight. Finally though I flew over to Dublin.
Stayed in Dublin forrrrr 5 or 6 days. The city was cool, and city life seemed very similar there as it seems in New York, with slight differences. The first day I got there I slept... like the whole day, I literally think I slept 24 hours, which was amazing at the time, but reeeeeally shitty when I woke up. Took me the whole to get on a good sleeping schedule. Went sightseeing and pretty much just walked around til we got lost really. There is this a lot of amazing architecture there, like Christ Church and Dublin Castle and St. Patricks. Took a lot of really nice pictures that my sister has to upload. All in all I think the best part about Dublin was it's history, there are so many interesting historical places. Also we went into this museum and they had recovered these 3 corpses from like the 1600's that got preserved in local bogs, which somehow has some amazing preservative quality, because the corpses were so intact you could see details like facial hair. Really weird, first time I've ever actually seen a dead body I think...
So yeah, by day we explored, and by night we went to Pub's and whatnot. The Irish stereotype, unfortunately, is quite true, and people drink A LOT there haha, but I felt it was a lot more laid back than it is here. There's a college there called Trinity College, which was BEAUTIFUL, but so the night life was very college-like, especially in this area called Temple Bar, which is where everyone suggested we went. Explored a lot of Pubs, eventually chose to stay at this one called Gogarty's because there was live performances every night with traditional Irish music. This other pub I really liked just outside of Temple Bar, but it was really like... old-man bar haha, I soon found that hanging out with old Irish people was actually a great time as well though.
pub music from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
One night my sister fell asleep but I was restless so I wandered down to Gogarty's alone and along with music this guy and girl were doing sick Irish step dancing, and it was awesome everyone was loving it.
step from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
bar tap from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Drank some Guinness (which is also true of the stereotype, everyone in Ireland drinks Guiness,) and some whiskey and met some obnoxious American people and then turned in, but I'm glad I went out by myself haha I was feeling very nervous for the first couple of days but I think that that really helped me get comfortable with being in a different country and meeting people and whatnot.
Also, in Dublin, I discovered that cider drinks are my favorite things in the entire world. Hope I can find some good American ones.
So that was pretty much Dublin, there isn't MUCH to say about it, overall I rarely got the feel of being anywhere out of the country, because most cities are like most other cities. It was charming though in some places, and people were very nice. Our hostel room was just us two the whole week and then the last night this guy Ross moved in, and he is the nicest guy in the ENTIRE WORLD and we met up with him a week or so later elsewhere in Ireland.
After Dublin we hopped on a bus and drove over to Sligo, which was a much smaller and more quaint little area. It was still urban-esque though, I really liked Sligo, and had amazing history as well. W.B Yeats lived there (my dad's favorite poet,) so he made us promise we would go to his grave site up by this church a ways outside of town. It was a little anticlimactic, but I did get a sweet collection of his poems and I like them. Everyone in Sligo swears by him haha it's funny, there's like statues and memorials and whatnot. In Sligo we couchsurfed with these 3 French exchange girls who were the nicest ever. Very hospitable, didn't speak much english, which was comical a lot of the time, but other times made things sort of difficult. We took them out for food and drinks and I enjoyed them a lot. Every French girl I met in Ireland all said the same thing; shirts and skirts in Ireland are a lot smaller haha, I thought that was really funny especially because they never failed to bring it up.
One night in Sligo, then we bussed to Tralee, and met up with this guy named Vinny who we were couchsurfing. Vinny was a fucking boss. He was like 6 foot 6 lanky redheaded guy, real nice and all, cooked us a great soup, took us through town, took us to get groceries, introduced us to his friends. Later on in the night he invited these two Swedish girls we had met earlier, (one of which Vinny described as a "proper lesbian," as opposed to the other girl who was just a lesbian. Not quite sure of the difference, but proper is a cool word,) and we all drank and had a good time, but I was too tired to go out with them. Also cool lingo Vinny used that I liked, the word "class," to say something is good, and the phrase "dead handy." But yeah pretty much Vinny was only to be described as a boss and he let us keep our luggage there to save us money and encouraged us to come back on the 22nd for a rockin' party. Good night's rest, threw on my hiking gear, and set off in the morning.
ireland hike from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
(These clips aren't in any particular order, I just threw them all together as to not post like 50 separate 30 second videos up.)
SO! The hiking trip was amazing. The route we took was called the Dingle Way, which is an 8 day hike if you follow the guides, but we wanted to do it in 7 so we could get back and go to Vinny's party. The first day was a bit underwhelming at first, and I really just couldn't wait to get out of inhabited areas and be somewhere just completely out of the way, and that came about quite soon. The first day we walked alongside this amazing mountain, the second tallest mountain in the Dingle peninsula (second to Brandon, the second tallest mountain in all of Ireland.) Saw SO MUCH SHEEP as expected but sadly realized soon we were probably never gonna get to chill with any because they ran away when you got too close. Along the mountain were a lot of strange like, old foundations and things we couldn't really figure out, but I'm assuming were significant in some sort of Irish history. there were also a lot of ruined buildings, ruined churches, etc. I haven't seen the pictures yet but I'm sooo pumped. We stopped hiking in this town called Camp, and Camp is really sort of where all the greatness started happening. We had contacted a bed and breakfast, but of course we had no idea where it was, so we went in a gas station and asked an employee, who was talking to a woman we had seen power walking earlier. They informed us that by foot the place was an hour away, and then without us even asking, started calling a bunch of people asking if there was any open places closer they knew of. The power walking lady got off and said that she found a place and her friend ran it and was gonna come pick us up, and then power walked out of the store haha. I never expected them to have been so helpful and like genuinely kind, but as the trip went on I kind of found out that that's just how people are in Ireland. Whenever you need anything or start talking to anybody, they will drop whatever else is going on in their lives and you become like, the center of their universe. So this guy came to pick us up, his name was John, and he turned out to be American, at least by birth. He lived in New York for a while too, and was a big Bears fan so he told me we should watch the game later and go out and get a beer. He was SO COOL and nice haha, and the place he ran was amazing. Also, in Ireland, I guess it's sort of a mannerism to repeat peoples names a lot when their talking to them? And with the Irish accent my name sounds like "JAHR-din," which is fucking sweet. Me and John quickly became BOYS, and me and my sister went to get food at the pub across the street and went to the next pub over to meet up with him and have drinks and watch his dad play music, but we couldn't find him. We went back to the house to see if he was there but we still couldn't find him, and then we fell asleep, and I was pissed, because John was my boy, and I wanted to hang out with him.
The next day he cooked us a traditional Irish breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, eggs, cereal, toast, blood pudding (DISGUSTING AND IT'S ACTUALLY MADE OF BLOOD AHHHH,) yogurt and tea.) Then he offered to drive us back to the path we were hiking, and gave us both his number in case we were in the camp area and needed to get picked up, or if wanted to come with him to Kilarney one time to hang out. Seriously, SUCH a nice guy, and that reminds me that the guy Ross (in our Dublin hostel,) gave us his number as well, and was like "I live in central Ireland, and it's 2 hours from anywhere pretty much, so if you ever need anything gimme a call and I'll come get you. SO FUCKING NICE!
Next day was the hike to Anascaul, and this was my second favorite day. Hiked through peat bogs and a conifer forest and the landscape was amazing. We were sort of in a valley between two mountains and for some reason natural Irish grass on its plains is like really well-kept-looking, it was picturesque. Played the Irish tin whistle a bunch haha. Anascaul was my least favorite town, it wasn't nearly as welcoming as the others, but the hostel was alright and I even got to check my e-mail and stuff, and we got some pretty good food at a pub. Pretty drained though, and we didn't go out and do anything, anyway there wasn't much to do there.
Day 3 was the hike to Dingle, which was first disappointing, because for the first 5 miles or so we were on farm roads near houses and I was really just all about the trail hiking, but I grew to appreciate it because being by farms meant seeing a lot of sheep, and a lot of horses, and a lot of cows and one weird thing we couldn't really classify, it was like a donkey mule horse cow, and when we pet it it tried to eat us. I think this was also the day I realized that I have no idea what to do if a dog charges at me, because it happened, and if the dog had any intent to kill me it would have certainly accomplished that. SCARY SHIT, but the owner finally came and got the dogs (there were 6 of them,) and we quickly left that area haha. Finally Dingle town was in sight, and on the long walk down the mountain towards it, THE BEST PART OF THE TRIP EVER HAPPENED. This fucking sick sheep like baa'd at us and came up close to the fence and like, HOPPED UP ON IT, but it wasn't really a fence it was a stone wall and I couldn't reach it, so I went a little further down and hopped in and I pet the SHIT OUT OF THAT SHEEP, for like 5 minutes, and hugged it and it was pretty much everything I could've ever dreamed of. Fuck yeah, sheep.
Dingle town was THE BEST, it wasn't big but it had everything you could need, and it was the kind of place where everyone who lived there was there their whole lives, so everyone knew each other and everyone had their own little niche and it was awesome. We couch surfed with this guy named Greggoire (also in the part of Ireland we were in, Gaelic was the first language, but luckily everyone spoke english as well.) Greg was the man, he was like 50 I think? He was such a nice welcoming man, he had like 9 kids with a couple different wives and his relationship history was INCREDIBLY complex but he was on great ties with everyone and all his kids and even some of the kids that his wives had had without him, they still all stayed with Greg for a bit out of the week. We met a couple of his kids and they were so nice and called him dad (one wasn't actually his kid I don't think.) Greg also had an amazing past of traveling, and showed us all the places and pictures he's been and the pilgrimages he's done and whatnot. Cooked us a good meal, gave us all the tea we could ever want, and let us crash on his couch.
Woke up, got a decent breakfast, and headed out to Dunquin, the most western point of the peninsula. This was sort of where things got really hairy and semi ruined haha. It was by far the most beautiful day of hiking. We hiked Mount Eagle, which was beautiful, and all day was just amazing landscape and wildlife. At the top of the mountain we came upon 3 horses, who I really don't think could have had owners... we were very far from any property. Anyway they were three beautiful horses and we walked with them for a while and it was amazing. I loved this day so much. Describing the landscape is impossible, and even capturing it on video and picture is impossible. There were a lot of great cliffs and views of the bay/ocean, it was all like too beautiful. We were rounding the mountain and about to come near Dunquin and it started getting dark out. The original plan was we were gonna hike around Dingle for another day, explore a bit, and stay at Greg's house an extra night, but in an effort to finish the hike in just 3 more days to get to Vinny's party, we set out and traveled a bit longer than usual. So with the original plan we were gonna call this lady who owned a B and B in a town called Ballyferiter, near Dunquin, and she would pick us up and take us to her place to stay. BUT she didn't answer in the morning, and the route we took detoured around the only other town before Dunquin... so we figured we would just make it to Dunquin and call her and hope it wasn't too late, and if it was we would just find a place there to stay. That, however, was a terribly misguided plan, as we soon found out that not only were there no more than 3 stores in Dunquin, all of them were closed for the winter. So it was dark now and we were planning for a night of camping, which we were wanting to do anyway, but then also realized all we had was 3 special K bars, and since there was nowhere open we couldn't stock up. So it was a pretty scary situation, and of course my Bear Grylls mode kicked in (a mode I definitely do have (not really),) and made the executive decision for us to walk until we found civilization or until we had to sleep, then we would wake up, eat our special k bars, and do the same thing the next day. Bear Grylls would be proud, and also I was pumped to try and start a fire WITH TWO STICKS.
But, we came upon a pub, and it was open, and we went in and asked if we could get food or a bed, and both of which she couldn't do for us.
So now we had 3 Special K bars, a chocolate bar, and some drinks. As we were discussing our situation I guess the guy next to us caught on, and he started talking to us about his adventures and his life and whatnot. He was a pretty interesting guy, he was about 65, and was American as well. He was traveling with his 2 friends, and they were traveling folk musicians (I later found out that, as it turns out, he's a pretty big deal in the traditional American folk scene.) Jack, Pat and Rosie were their names, and after talking a bit and having a couple drinks he told us to come with them, and that he would cook us a nice hot meal and take us to an open place to stay. So obviously we said yes, and we got in his car, and he was like we gotta make a quick stop first. Then he took us to this beach... it was in between two cliffs, like some secret cove or something, and it was a full moon and it was incredible. They hung out and they were honestly so cool, they were running around and acting as if they were our age or even younger and it was amazing. Apparently the night before was Pat's birthday, and they came to this beach and lit a fire and drank a bottle of whiskey, and he said it was the best night of his life. It was all like really amazing, and I got like really worked up ,and I don't really know why haha, they just seemed like the happiest people I've ever met and just genuine and kind. I guess I was just overwhelmed by it all and it made me happier then I think I've ever been ever.
We got to his house and they put a fire up and he cooked us delicious lamb stew, and we sat and talked and drank tea and they all told us stories and we talked about music and the old folk scene they helped to create and they were all three of them so interesting. They took us out to a town called Ballyferiter, where they bought us a couple pints and we kept on hanging out and having laughs and chats. Eventually he figured it was just better off we stayed at his place, so we went back and he made us up two beds and we stayed. In the morning he made us hot pouridge and drove us off to our path. Easily one of the best night of my life.
That day we were headed out towards Cloghane, the second to last place before we trekked back to Tralee, and it was gonna be a long walk. We decided since we were really tired to stay in Ballycurane, which was only like a 5 mile walk. At the beginning of our walk, we came across this really friendly dog, and we pet it and whatever, but then it like ran ahead, and kept like sitting in one spot til we got to it, then would run off ahead some more, and as it turns out, he was running on the exact path we needed to take. So this dog sort of led our way for likeeee almost an hour honestly. The entire beach hike and through some marshey areas, even over some bridges that definitely weren't designed for dogs haha. Really amazing. It was a short day with some nice cliffs and some billy goats, and we ended up at a REALLY expensive B and B, but it was worth it because we got the best food in all of Ireland. Relaxed all night.
The next day we were supposed to hike Mount Brandon... unfortunately my sister had some really really REALLY serious blister action on her feet... she couldn't walk really. We had ran out of money just about so we couldn't afford the B and B again, so we were just gonna suck it up and walk the road to dingle at a really really slow pace. Setting out, the people offered us a ride to Dingle, so we took it. Our journey had ended early, but I didn't mind because the 5 days was more than enough for me, and it was amazing nonetheless.
So we stayed at this woman named Paula's place who everyone told us we should go see, and she was real nice as well. Had a really well deserved relaxing night in, picked up a few books in the town, and slept early. The next day we took a bus to Tralee for VINNY'S BUMPIN PARTY!
...which we totally skipped out on. The bus was offering a really good deal to Galway and we really wanted to go there instead of Dublin again, and we got some money from my mom, so we went to Tralee, got out bags from Vinny's house, broke the bad news to him (he's such a boss it didn't even matter to him,) and got on a connecting bus to Galway.
We stayed in Galway for the remaining week of the trip. It was a much cozier city than Dublin, but still just a city. The night scene there was WILD though, like crazier than anything I've ever seen, people just walking around drinking liquor straight up, so much mischief and it was really amusing to see, I never really drank heavily in Galway because I was making sure I had enough money to eat haha. We went out a couple times though and had a few, saw some traditional music again. Explored the Galway University campus (lovely,) and sort of lazed around the week, meeting people here and there, and some really nice people at our hostel. The first hostel we were at we got roomed with these two kids from down south named Josh and Lindsay, and at first they kind of seemed douchey... but we actually talked to them in the morning and she was pretty much the single coolest person I've ever met in my entire life. Josh was really nice too, but the stories Lindsay told about her life were the most captivating and interesting stories I've ever heard and I've really like never been more interested in hearing someone talk ever haha. She's only 20, and she was talking about how she left home one year and traveled with some random band she met in Birmingham, and they invited her to play a couple shows with them (she played Banjo and guitar and I think the Cello,) and then they invited her to train hop out west. It was honestly an amazing story, about how she tried to get west to the coast and eventually succeeded by finding a car and traveling with this escaped jail mate, who she traveled the country with, somehow finding ways to get food and gas. At the end of the trip he gave her a tattoo, which she drew and was, as far as I could see, really really really beautiful. Besides all that though, she was also really really smart and creative, and had won some award for doing this audio-visual project using some algorithm based on the structure of a bacterium? It was really complex sounding, and I admittedly got a little lost, but the reason she was in Ireland in the first place was because since she won that award, she got asked to submit more stuff to be presented at this festival in Chicago over the summer. She went on and on and on but eventually had to catch a bus. When we asked her how long she was staying in Ireland she said she didn't know, and might try to find a job and live as long as she could there. I wish I was courageous enough to do stuff like that, and I also wish I could hang out with her again at any point, but chances of either of those things happening are slim. So it goes.
One night in Galway our boi Ross came through and took us to Salt Hill and showed us around and we went out for drinks and he bought me a whole fuckin pizza from Dominos. Ross is the man and we chatted on facebook while I was writing this and I hope to be as cool as him when I'm 30.
Another night, when we had switched hostels, we were about to go out when we looked into the kitchen/lounge area, where a bunch of people were sitting drinking tallboys and vodka. They invited us in and gave us a bunch of free alcohol and I stayed and hung out with them all night, my sister went out. There were a few old Irish men, a young couple from Canada, and these three French girls who were 19 or 20. We played some games and some cards and got a couple rounds of poker in, then eventually I was just playing cards with the French girls while the old men were being old and weird. At one point one of the old guys was leaving (he was the drunkest I've ever witnessed anyone,) and he was shaking everyone's hand goodnight, and he got to this kid name Abus (sp?) Abus came in late and was Pakistani and was traveling alone and he was a really nice guy, a little odd, but really nice, and for some reason the old Irish man was shaking his hand, and then wouldn't let go, and then threatened to cut Abus' head off if he was there in the morning. It was really scary and me and the Canadian dude had to like hold him down while the hostel employees got him out of there. That was pretty much the only bad thing that happened the whole time I was in Ireland. ANYWAY: kept playing cards, the french girls knew how to play asshole which was awesome, and they taught me some games and it was a blast. Salwen, if all the girls in France were like these girls, you are indeed a lucky man. Hung out with them til I went to sleep pretty much. Oh just kidding about that being the only bad thing that happened, because when I went up to the hostel room two people that had just moved in there were totally fucking, and they totally didn't stop for more than the 30 seconds it took me to change my shirt and climb in bed. Sick guys, sick.
Last day we went to the Cliffs of Moher, which I can't describe, and if anyone goes to Ireland, I urge you to go here, but I also urge you to hop the barrier and walk a ways to the left, cause the barrier they put up leaves you like a good 10 feet from the edge, and you can't really experience it for all that it is unless you're right up next to it. It was amazing.
So that was Ireland. Great vacation, great people, great memories. Now I'm home and this semester off is looking to be fantastic already. If you read all that text, I commend you!
1/8/11
Last night before Ireland, chilled and watched some old videos that me, Kenny, Greg and Konrad made back in 9th grade, great nostalgia.
Watched this once, and thought to myself "why the fuck did we think this was so funny?" then I watched it again and realized it was the funniest thing ever.
AND FELLAS, HERE IT IS, THE BEST THROW BACK VIDEO OF ALL TIME, AS MADE FUNNIER BY THE SUBTLE FADE IN/OUTS:
Hahahahahaha never gonna stop laughing.
PORK from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Watched this once, and thought to myself "why the fuck did we think this was so funny?" then I watched it again and realized it was the funniest thing ever.
AND FELLAS, HERE IT IS, THE BEST THROW BACK VIDEO OF ALL TIME, AS MADE FUNNIER BY THE SUBTLE FADE IN/OUTS:
can't handle it from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Hahahahahaha never gonna stop laughing.
1/7/11
So I found some things I never posted from before Ireland so I'll get that shit outta the way cause there's some gems here that I don't want to be missed. Also my computer is too full for any decent video editing software, but luckily this flip interface lets me trim and combine videos, and even does a little fade thing when you combine, which sucks sometimes, but it will serve it's purpose I suppose.
Ashley's fuckin' rockin' party, chilled, drank, played a lot of asshole, got a lot of falk funneling, and then I slept over and had some great talks with Kim and Ash and Danielle. Then in the morning I awoke to little George Farrell turning on the xbox and clearly being startled by me sleeping on his couch, so that was fun.
Clear evidence that Eric and Kim are indeed dating, you've all seen it.
Yeah I have no idea what the hell Matt is doing or talking about but it's really funny and you can still hear him talking about it in this video here...
I really just uploaded this to make fun of Omar for not filming anything at all.
And here of course are the Greg's doing what they always do.
Fun night, except for the whole waking up to little George thing.
Ashley's fuckin' rockin' party, chilled, drank, played a lot of asshole, got a lot of falk funneling, and then I slept over and had some great talks with Kim and Ash and Danielle. Then in the morning I awoke to little George Farrell turning on the xbox and clearly being startled by me sleeping on his couch, so that was fun.
eric and kims 1 day anniversary from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Clear evidence that Eric and Kim are indeed dating, you've all seen it.
what matt? from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Yeah I have no idea what the hell Matt is doing or talking about but it's really funny and you can still hear him talking about it in this video here...
great filming omar from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
I really just uploaded this to make fun of Omar for not filming anything at all.
break it down silly from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
And here of course are the Greg's doing what they always do.
Fun night, except for the whole waking up to little George thing.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
1/26/11
So I'm here on one of my last days in Ireland, at a hostel right on Eyre Square in Galway. We have been broke since we finished the walk so we haven't been doing much, pretty much just reading and socializing with people in the hostel and going to pubs at night for a drink or two. I have discovered a love for ciders, and will hopefully be drinking a lot of it this summer, assuming I have money. It's THE BEST.
Gonna do a big update when I get home with videos from the hike, although I might want to edit them into one big video file because it's just like 50 30-60 second clips haha, but yeah.
Overall the trip was amazing, and it didn't fail to meet any expectations. Oddly though I am homesick for a lot of things I didn't think I would be... as adventerous as I hope to be, I don't think I'd be able to be in a far away place without the people I love around me, and small little comforts.
On a random note, because I'm just killing time and I'm just gonna write whatever pops into my head, I've stuck to my New Years resolutions almost perfectly (write everyday, eat less fast food, a fruit/veggie a day), and admittedly the fast food one has sort of been forced upon me from being in Ireland haha but I think I can do it when I get home as well. But since I've been doing so well I figure it's time to add more, because it's stupid and arbitrary to do it on the new year anyway. I like drew up a game plan for my free time for this semester/this summer. My most important goal though I think is to not sleep any more than 8 hours a night, goal being 6, barring any intoxication/illness. That gives me so much more free time in the day, and once I start working a lot (which I intend,) gives me ample time for hanging out and sticking to some hobbies. Writing every day is great, and I want to extend that into reading more, around 3 books a month I think should be reasonable, depending on the length... since I've been in Ireland I've read As I Lay Dying (amazing,) and Dracula (also, surprisingly, great.) Those each took me like a few days, but now I'm reading Ulysses, which at any rate may very well take me an entire month because what the fuck is James Joyce ever talking about in that book. So, sleep 6 hours a night, read 3 books a month are my two next goals.
A couple of things that aren't necessarily goals, because they may be hindered by finances and time and whatnot, but I want to be more creative in almost every aspect. I want to learn to cook a lot more things, I think learning a new recipe once a week would be fantastic, it's so fun and it would be great for the house next year if I could cook us all up some fantastic shit. I want to get back into painting, because I've seen so much art around here that's so cool and simple, and it could be fun just to mess around with abstract things and see how it turns out... mostly though I really want to get back on my musical creativity. I have made up my mind that I'm gonna get an electric set up and a delay/loop pedal, and those are gonna be the first things I buy with my job. It's so frustrating every time I listen to music and think about how much I want to be making it, and then realizing that there's no reason why I can't be, so hopefully I can encorporate that a lot more, and besides the other goals, that's priority number one when I get home.
Ummm what else what else. Yeah so all this stuff is fairly time consuming as it is, and with a job it's gonna be rough, I wish there was more time in the day, but the good part about being home is that I don't have to stress about really anything... no school work, just my job and my free time. Koke is gone now so my amount of friends has decreased by like 20% haha. But everyone else has their own thing going on as well so if there was ever a time for me to get into a good, creative self-involved schedule, it would be now.
Alright I'm gonna just go walk around I suppose, the Ireland update will be the next one, I'm very excited to be coming home on Saturday. 2011 has started off incredibly, and there's excitement at almost every point of this year. So ready for it.
Gonna do a big update when I get home with videos from the hike, although I might want to edit them into one big video file because it's just like 50 30-60 second clips haha, but yeah.
Overall the trip was amazing, and it didn't fail to meet any expectations. Oddly though I am homesick for a lot of things I didn't think I would be... as adventerous as I hope to be, I don't think I'd be able to be in a far away place without the people I love around me, and small little comforts.
On a random note, because I'm just killing time and I'm just gonna write whatever pops into my head, I've stuck to my New Years resolutions almost perfectly (write everyday, eat less fast food, a fruit/veggie a day), and admittedly the fast food one has sort of been forced upon me from being in Ireland haha but I think I can do it when I get home as well. But since I've been doing so well I figure it's time to add more, because it's stupid and arbitrary to do it on the new year anyway. I like drew up a game plan for my free time for this semester/this summer. My most important goal though I think is to not sleep any more than 8 hours a night, goal being 6, barring any intoxication/illness. That gives me so much more free time in the day, and once I start working a lot (which I intend,) gives me ample time for hanging out and sticking to some hobbies. Writing every day is great, and I want to extend that into reading more, around 3 books a month I think should be reasonable, depending on the length... since I've been in Ireland I've read As I Lay Dying (amazing,) and Dracula (also, surprisingly, great.) Those each took me like a few days, but now I'm reading Ulysses, which at any rate may very well take me an entire month because what the fuck is James Joyce ever talking about in that book. So, sleep 6 hours a night, read 3 books a month are my two next goals.
A couple of things that aren't necessarily goals, because they may be hindered by finances and time and whatnot, but I want to be more creative in almost every aspect. I want to learn to cook a lot more things, I think learning a new recipe once a week would be fantastic, it's so fun and it would be great for the house next year if I could cook us all up some fantastic shit. I want to get back into painting, because I've seen so much art around here that's so cool and simple, and it could be fun just to mess around with abstract things and see how it turns out... mostly though I really want to get back on my musical creativity. I have made up my mind that I'm gonna get an electric set up and a delay/loop pedal, and those are gonna be the first things I buy with my job. It's so frustrating every time I listen to music and think about how much I want to be making it, and then realizing that there's no reason why I can't be, so hopefully I can encorporate that a lot more, and besides the other goals, that's priority number one when I get home.
Ummm what else what else. Yeah so all this stuff is fairly time consuming as it is, and with a job it's gonna be rough, I wish there was more time in the day, but the good part about being home is that I don't have to stress about really anything... no school work, just my job and my free time. Koke is gone now so my amount of friends has decreased by like 20% haha. But everyone else has their own thing going on as well so if there was ever a time for me to get into a good, creative self-involved schedule, it would be now.
Alright I'm gonna just go walk around I suppose, the Ireland update will be the next one, I'm very excited to be coming home on Saturday. 2011 has started off incredibly, and there's excitement at almost every point of this year. So ready for it.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Dublin, short story.
So I was sitting and people watching and decided to just like write and dramatize what I saw, and it started as just fun and pointless, but then I left and the situation sort of stuck in my head and I kept playing it out so I decided to just expand on it and make a story out of it. I don't think it's particularly good or anything it was just a really cool way to get inspiration to write and find new ideas, which in turn brought me back to some old ideas I never really developed. Real life, WOO!
The Chain:
On a blustery autumn night, a man and his wife have arrived at a restaurant, accompanied by his sister-in-law and her spouse. The man, in his newly realized adulthood, had asked his wife's hand in marriage not 3 years ago. In the blissful youth of their matrimony, they enjoyed dining with other couples. It was the adult thing to do.
The sky looked full and the air felt thick. Rain seemed imminent, as it had throughout the day, yet water had not yet come to free the air of its heaviness. It remained that way for the duration of the meal, seemingly trapped, wanting to burst. Any minute now.
His wife looked beautiful, as always, yet it was She who captivated him. Elegant, her blonde hair traveled along her outline, like strokes of a paintbrush to accent her face. Her smile gave an aura of serenity, and he was caught in it. On her write glowed a bracelet, silver, lined with charms.
"Where did you get it?" he asks, eyes eerily focused now on the wrist, filled with wonder. It glimmers with a strange beauty, a uniqueness. With every movement, it dances in the light, and sings, kshksh, kshksh, a tiny little instrument.
"I've had it since I was little..." she replies. She was taken slightly aback by his odd focus. "...but the charms I've kept adding and adding and every one of them was special to me at some point." Kshksh, kshksh, it bounces with life.
"I like to think that each one is a tiny little part of me," she goes on.
Kshksh, kshksh, it was a nice sentiment, he thinks. Dwelling on it, he is reminded of his brother, and how his brother held his baseball mitt, and spoke so highly of it, like in it held a piece of his soul. "It's my lucky mitt," but he did not understand how such a thing could mean so much to somebody. His brother wore it every time they played together, and even when he didn't tag along, and even when he started to travel and play a lot. The tired, leathery thing sit on a mantle in a room full of trophies and other keepsakes. He had never even tried his brothers mitt on.
The man drives home now, his wife's hand in his, the memory fresh in his mind.
He is laying in bed now. His room, usually rich with the beams of light being cast through the ceiling windows by the midnight sky, was dull, gray, dismal. He can not sleep. The sky has finally found relief, and it spatters across his roof, creating an ever shifting painting, luminescent, moving across the glass above. Piiterpatter, pitterpatter, a constant percussion.
His mind wanders to that bracelet, that kshksh, its lively jingle. Her face, rich with the same life. The way her smile seemed so natural, as if her lips had never known another shape. That natural, simple happiness. Kshksh, kshksh, paired with the watery symphony, plays a violent tune in his ears, keeping him up til the unholy hours of the night.
Kshksh, kshksh, with the clinking of his breakfast silverware.
Kshksh, kshksh, with the tappity tappity of his tired fingers on the keyboard at his desk.
Kshksh, kshksh, with the vroom of his engine, with the honk of the horns, with the klang of the glasses at the bar, with his friends laughter. He was entranced still. The silvery glimmer. The dancing charms. The aura.
He drives to a nearby mall, walking to the beat the kshksh, still vivid in his ears. He purchases a silver chain. He thought that he could recreate the thing, that dance, the shine, and have it for himself. The chain was long, slender, but sturdy, yet light. It glimmers, but very faintly. It lacks the liveliness of the bracelet that was decorated with tiny little pieces of Her. He searches for things to fill it up, but can not decide. Such an important decision deserves thought and time. He puts the chain on, between the button up collared white shirt he sports, and his tank-top undershirt. The bottom of it rests gently above his sternum, almost weightless. It travels up, climbing his flesh along the interior of his tank top straps, resting on his bare skin. It lay atop his collarbone, up to the back of his neck, and his chest. The silver feels cool and smooth, tickling him pleasantly as he walks back to the car. Kshksh, in his head, to the beat of his stomping feet.
A few days had passed and throughout them he would grasp at the chain, as it often felt like it was no longer there. His skin had warmed it to comfortable temperature, and still he could not decide what to fill it with, and still the bracelet dancing, and still the kshksh of the tiny little pieces of her.
After work he drives to the jeweler, but disappointingly he finds only a collection of crosses and crucifixes, none of which seem appropriate. As he paces from each glass display to the next, his fingers wander to his collar, itching at the area his chain rested, now damp with a bit of sweat. The glowing beams of fluorescent lights hanging above give all the jewelery a strong gleam. Some of the larger pieces reflect light on the far wall, creating an abstract mosaic, lifeless in its stagnancy. The glow is too much for him, and is unlike the subtle sparkle of the bracelet, the aura, the dancing.
He travels to a flea market. It begins to rain again. Kshksh, kshksh, pitterpatter, pitterpatter.
The store is empty besides the owner, who sits quietly behind the old wooden counter. The owner is an old man, wrinkled, stern, who seemed as if his long life had left him perpetually tired.
He walks swiftly past the owner, towards the small glass display where all of the pawned jewelery lay. His eyes scan carefully over the precious metals, hoping something will catch his attention.
Unaware of it, he speaks out loud of his discovery, and the stone faced owner moves slowly to him.
"Which?" the owner mutters, and the man points. Silently, the owner unlocks the small metal lock keeping the display shut tight, and removes the thing, handing to the man. He holds in his hand now a small silver high top shoe. It is exceptionally detailed, and glimmers faintly in the yellow light of the store as he turns in in his hand.
A close scan reveals a small scratch, by the sole of it. At first unmoved by this, in the few seconds he holds it the scratch begins to trouble him more and more. Someone had loved this, it was a tiny little piece of them, and he could not explain this scratch. What history this thing held if the right person had it in their hands? Again, it feels wrong, and he sets it back down in the small glass display, next to all the other tiny little pieces of everyone.
Kshksh, kshksh, it would not go away, the sound, the dance, the life, the happiness, kshksh, kshksh kshksh.
At the bar now, he spots a small shine running along the bartenders collar. The bartenders chain, golden and slightly thicker than his, struck the man as odd, and he grew inquisitive.
"This here," replies the bartender after the man asks what it was and why he wore it, "this here is the cap of the bottle I sold my wife the night we met." His hands fiddle with the thing, now old and worn. He holds it gently, like a child, while he goes on, periodically pausing to examine it. "Been here tendin' the bar longer than I should be, and one night she walks on in, couple friends with her. They drink and laugh and I notice her, so pretty and all. I had never been much for smooth talkin', and my shyness keeps me from making past small talk, but that very next night she came back and asked me to take her out. Few years later, she gives me this and tells me she knew she loved me since she first walked in, and this here's the proof. She kept it all that time. That very night I bought her the ring." His faced fills with a natural happiness, a loving bliss, and in his eyes reflect a tiny glimmer as he looks on at the thing. Except, it was as if he was looking through it, into every memory he and his wife shared.
The man finishes his drink and leaves, his head heavy. The rain is strong now. Driving through it, he thought about those pieces stuck in that tiny case, under the yellow light of that flea market, kept company only by the perpetually tired owner. He wonders about the scratch, and all the imperfections and blemishes they all might have and what those all might mean to the person those were once a tiny little piece of. He wonders if they ever danced elegantly, and sang with the aura of simply happiness. Kshksh, kshksh, he wonders.
The rain droplets moistened his skin along his neck, and he scratches at his chain. Since it began to itch, he had realized the itch, and perpetuated it with his thought. It seems jagged, the chain, and heavy on his wet skin. Stopped at a red light, he removes it, and throws it out the window, and the small weight was lifted off of him.
Arriving home, he changes out of his sopping clothes. He feels a strange mood of content, which felt undeserved almost, but he does not mind the mood. He slides into his bed, next to his beautiful wife. He leans over and kisses her goodnight.
The rain is heavy now, like sheets of water being spewed down. He looks up at the ceiling window, the fluid beauty of the rain sliding down, rippling, reflecting a faint light, painting a picture of shadow and motion on the sheets atop him. Pitterpatter, pitterpatter, the symphonious percussion and the dancing light hypnotized him. On his back, he rests his had on his chest. Thumpthump, thupmpthump, he falls asleep to the gentle beat of his heart.
The Chain:
On a blustery autumn night, a man and his wife have arrived at a restaurant, accompanied by his sister-in-law and her spouse. The man, in his newly realized adulthood, had asked his wife's hand in marriage not 3 years ago. In the blissful youth of their matrimony, they enjoyed dining with other couples. It was the adult thing to do.
The sky looked full and the air felt thick. Rain seemed imminent, as it had throughout the day, yet water had not yet come to free the air of its heaviness. It remained that way for the duration of the meal, seemingly trapped, wanting to burst. Any minute now.
His wife looked beautiful, as always, yet it was She who captivated him. Elegant, her blonde hair traveled along her outline, like strokes of a paintbrush to accent her face. Her smile gave an aura of serenity, and he was caught in it. On her write glowed a bracelet, silver, lined with charms.
"Where did you get it?" he asks, eyes eerily focused now on the wrist, filled with wonder. It glimmers with a strange beauty, a uniqueness. With every movement, it dances in the light, and sings, kshksh, kshksh, a tiny little instrument.
"I've had it since I was little..." she replies. She was taken slightly aback by his odd focus. "...but the charms I've kept adding and adding and every one of them was special to me at some point." Kshksh, kshksh, it bounces with life.
"I like to think that each one is a tiny little part of me," she goes on.
Kshksh, kshksh, it was a nice sentiment, he thinks. Dwelling on it, he is reminded of his brother, and how his brother held his baseball mitt, and spoke so highly of it, like in it held a piece of his soul. "It's my lucky mitt," but he did not understand how such a thing could mean so much to somebody. His brother wore it every time they played together, and even when he didn't tag along, and even when he started to travel and play a lot. The tired, leathery thing sit on a mantle in a room full of trophies and other keepsakes. He had never even tried his brothers mitt on.
The man drives home now, his wife's hand in his, the memory fresh in his mind.
He is laying in bed now. His room, usually rich with the beams of light being cast through the ceiling windows by the midnight sky, was dull, gray, dismal. He can not sleep. The sky has finally found relief, and it spatters across his roof, creating an ever shifting painting, luminescent, moving across the glass above. Piiterpatter, pitterpatter, a constant percussion.
His mind wanders to that bracelet, that kshksh, its lively jingle. Her face, rich with the same life. The way her smile seemed so natural, as if her lips had never known another shape. That natural, simple happiness. Kshksh, kshksh, paired with the watery symphony, plays a violent tune in his ears, keeping him up til the unholy hours of the night.
Kshksh, kshksh, with the clinking of his breakfast silverware.
Kshksh, kshksh, with the tappity tappity of his tired fingers on the keyboard at his desk.
Kshksh, kshksh, with the vroom of his engine, with the honk of the horns, with the klang of the glasses at the bar, with his friends laughter. He was entranced still. The silvery glimmer. The dancing charms. The aura.
He drives to a nearby mall, walking to the beat the kshksh, still vivid in his ears. He purchases a silver chain. He thought that he could recreate the thing, that dance, the shine, and have it for himself. The chain was long, slender, but sturdy, yet light. It glimmers, but very faintly. It lacks the liveliness of the bracelet that was decorated with tiny little pieces of Her. He searches for things to fill it up, but can not decide. Such an important decision deserves thought and time. He puts the chain on, between the button up collared white shirt he sports, and his tank-top undershirt. The bottom of it rests gently above his sternum, almost weightless. It travels up, climbing his flesh along the interior of his tank top straps, resting on his bare skin. It lay atop his collarbone, up to the back of his neck, and his chest. The silver feels cool and smooth, tickling him pleasantly as he walks back to the car. Kshksh, in his head, to the beat of his stomping feet.
A few days had passed and throughout them he would grasp at the chain, as it often felt like it was no longer there. His skin had warmed it to comfortable temperature, and still he could not decide what to fill it with, and still the bracelet dancing, and still the kshksh of the tiny little pieces of her.
After work he drives to the jeweler, but disappointingly he finds only a collection of crosses and crucifixes, none of which seem appropriate. As he paces from each glass display to the next, his fingers wander to his collar, itching at the area his chain rested, now damp with a bit of sweat. The glowing beams of fluorescent lights hanging above give all the jewelery a strong gleam. Some of the larger pieces reflect light on the far wall, creating an abstract mosaic, lifeless in its stagnancy. The glow is too much for him, and is unlike the subtle sparkle of the bracelet, the aura, the dancing.
He travels to a flea market. It begins to rain again. Kshksh, kshksh, pitterpatter, pitterpatter.
The store is empty besides the owner, who sits quietly behind the old wooden counter. The owner is an old man, wrinkled, stern, who seemed as if his long life had left him perpetually tired.
He walks swiftly past the owner, towards the small glass display where all of the pawned jewelery lay. His eyes scan carefully over the precious metals, hoping something will catch his attention.
Unaware of it, he speaks out loud of his discovery, and the stone faced owner moves slowly to him.
"Which?" the owner mutters, and the man points. Silently, the owner unlocks the small metal lock keeping the display shut tight, and removes the thing, handing to the man. He holds in his hand now a small silver high top shoe. It is exceptionally detailed, and glimmers faintly in the yellow light of the store as he turns in in his hand.
A close scan reveals a small scratch, by the sole of it. At first unmoved by this, in the few seconds he holds it the scratch begins to trouble him more and more. Someone had loved this, it was a tiny little piece of them, and he could not explain this scratch. What history this thing held if the right person had it in their hands? Again, it feels wrong, and he sets it back down in the small glass display, next to all the other tiny little pieces of everyone.
Kshksh, kshksh, it would not go away, the sound, the dance, the life, the happiness, kshksh, kshksh kshksh.
At the bar now, he spots a small shine running along the bartenders collar. The bartenders chain, golden and slightly thicker than his, struck the man as odd, and he grew inquisitive.
"This here," replies the bartender after the man asks what it was and why he wore it, "this here is the cap of the bottle I sold my wife the night we met." His hands fiddle with the thing, now old and worn. He holds it gently, like a child, while he goes on, periodically pausing to examine it. "Been here tendin' the bar longer than I should be, and one night she walks on in, couple friends with her. They drink and laugh and I notice her, so pretty and all. I had never been much for smooth talkin', and my shyness keeps me from making past small talk, but that very next night she came back and asked me to take her out. Few years later, she gives me this and tells me she knew she loved me since she first walked in, and this here's the proof. She kept it all that time. That very night I bought her the ring." His faced fills with a natural happiness, a loving bliss, and in his eyes reflect a tiny glimmer as he looks on at the thing. Except, it was as if he was looking through it, into every memory he and his wife shared.
The man finishes his drink and leaves, his head heavy. The rain is strong now. Driving through it, he thought about those pieces stuck in that tiny case, under the yellow light of that flea market, kept company only by the perpetually tired owner. He wonders about the scratch, and all the imperfections and blemishes they all might have and what those all might mean to the person those were once a tiny little piece of. He wonders if they ever danced elegantly, and sang with the aura of simply happiness. Kshksh, kshksh, he wonders.
The rain droplets moistened his skin along his neck, and he scratches at his chain. Since it began to itch, he had realized the itch, and perpetuated it with his thought. It seems jagged, the chain, and heavy on his wet skin. Stopped at a red light, he removes it, and throws it out the window, and the small weight was lifted off of him.
Arriving home, he changes out of his sopping clothes. He feels a strange mood of content, which felt undeserved almost, but he does not mind the mood. He slides into his bed, next to his beautiful wife. He leans over and kisses her goodnight.
The rain is heavy now, like sheets of water being spewed down. He looks up at the ceiling window, the fluid beauty of the rain sliding down, rippling, reflecting a faint light, painting a picture of shadow and motion on the sheets atop him. Pitterpatter, pitterpatter, the symphonious percussion and the dancing light hypnotized him. On his back, he rests his had on his chest. Thumpthump, thupmpthump, he falls asleep to the gentle beat of his heart.
Ireland!
Ireland has been sick so far. Unfortunately this teeny little netbook can't load my videos from my flip, so I'm limited on what I can record. Also luckily my sister has one so I'm gonna steal hers and use it too, and the day I get back is gonna be a HUUUUUUUGE video dump!
The flight to Heathrow was so sick, every seat had a little TV you could play games on and watch movies and whatnot, so the 7 or something hours passed pretty quickly. Seperated with my sister in Heathrow because her connecting flight was right after but mine was in like 6 hours. I was sooooooo tired already, but I checked in and found a nice bench in some giant waiting area and just people watched and wrote a little bit. I noticed that like a whole bunch of people would just set up a sleeping area with blankets and pillows and everything, so I was like fuck it, and I did the same, but felt reeeeeeeally uncomfortable. Finally after grueling hours of being half asleep and wandering aimlessly, my flight was boarding, so I got on and went right to sleep.
Landed in Dublin and took a cab to my hostel where my sister was not, and pretty much just passed out. Slept like 14 hours haha.
Free hostel breakfast has been sooooo good, and the first day we walked around and went grocery shopping. Set out and pretty much walked around all of Dublin, stopped at some awesome shops, got some good food. Went to Trinity college and hung out, such a beautiful campus. Went to some Irish museum and saw like, brutally old dead bodies that got preserved almost perfectly in the bogs. Really eery. Headed back after lunch and took a nap and then got up and went out for dinner. Walked to this area called Temple Bar which is pretty much a whole road of pubs and awesomeness. It was pretty like collegey, which was lame, but it had a much better vibe. Went in a couple pubs and drank guiness and whiskey and saw awesome Irish music. I want an accordion. The accordion player in this one band was seriously beautiful and I was CAPTIVATED but she was 30, which sucked but at the same time was awesome because she seriously looked like, 20. Headed back to the room and slept.
Today was extremely lazy and jetlag sucks and I've slept way too much. It's just turning midnight now but I wanna go walk around and go to a pub and try and meet people and whatnot. Tomorrow me and Ari are gonna do seperate things and I'm excited to be on my own and try and meet people, which more and more lately I'm noticing I'm not particularly good at. Then the next day we head out to Slygo and hang out there, then the day after that we head to Tralee and start our 10 day walk. We have places to stay every night except one, so we're gonna have to camp, WHICH I THINK IS AWESOME as long as we don't die.
Not having so many electronics is awesome. All I have is my ipod and books, we had no power to charge this thing for the first couple of days because we kept buying the wrong converter. But I've been reading and writing so much more and I feel so much better, and I pay attention to my music so much more because I'm not doing a million things all at once like I am at home.
Gonna post this little short story I wrote and sort of enjoy. Dece.
The flight to Heathrow was so sick, every seat had a little TV you could play games on and watch movies and whatnot, so the 7 or something hours passed pretty quickly. Seperated with my sister in Heathrow because her connecting flight was right after but mine was in like 6 hours. I was sooooooo tired already, but I checked in and found a nice bench in some giant waiting area and just people watched and wrote a little bit. I noticed that like a whole bunch of people would just set up a sleeping area with blankets and pillows and everything, so I was like fuck it, and I did the same, but felt reeeeeeeally uncomfortable. Finally after grueling hours of being half asleep and wandering aimlessly, my flight was boarding, so I got on and went right to sleep.
Landed in Dublin and took a cab to my hostel where my sister was not, and pretty much just passed out. Slept like 14 hours haha.
Free hostel breakfast has been sooooo good, and the first day we walked around and went grocery shopping. Set out and pretty much walked around all of Dublin, stopped at some awesome shops, got some good food. Went to Trinity college and hung out, such a beautiful campus. Went to some Irish museum and saw like, brutally old dead bodies that got preserved almost perfectly in the bogs. Really eery. Headed back after lunch and took a nap and then got up and went out for dinner. Walked to this area called Temple Bar which is pretty much a whole road of pubs and awesomeness. It was pretty like collegey, which was lame, but it had a much better vibe. Went in a couple pubs and drank guiness and whiskey and saw awesome Irish music. I want an accordion. The accordion player in this one band was seriously beautiful and I was CAPTIVATED but she was 30, which sucked but at the same time was awesome because she seriously looked like, 20. Headed back to the room and slept.
Today was extremely lazy and jetlag sucks and I've slept way too much. It's just turning midnight now but I wanna go walk around and go to a pub and try and meet people and whatnot. Tomorrow me and Ari are gonna do seperate things and I'm excited to be on my own and try and meet people, which more and more lately I'm noticing I'm not particularly good at. Then the next day we head out to Slygo and hang out there, then the day after that we head to Tralee and start our 10 day walk. We have places to stay every night except one, so we're gonna have to camp, WHICH I THINK IS AWESOME as long as we don't die.
Not having so many electronics is awesome. All I have is my ipod and books, we had no power to charge this thing for the first couple of days because we kept buying the wrong converter. But I've been reading and writing so much more and I feel so much better, and I pay attention to my music so much more because I'm not doing a million things all at once like I am at home.
Gonna post this little short story I wrote and sort of enjoy. Dece.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
1/7/11
Matt came over and we chilled at my house for a while, got some food, watched Jeapordy. Headed to Ashley's for a little drinking, fucking hurt my tailbone slipping on black ice. Played asshole and had good times and had a little girls night sleepover with Ash Kim and Danielle. Talked for hours about such good stuff and I hope somehow we all end up living in a community together when we're adults. Videos will get posted later.
Today is a football day and I'm gonna post this here because I hate facebook and will delete it as soon as I get my phone back.
1) Why? - Elephant Eyelash
2) Bon Iver- For Emma, Forever Ago
3) Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over the Sea
4) Antlers - Hospice
5) American Football - S/T
6) Animal Collective - Sung Tongs
7) Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More
8) Panda Bear - Person Pitch
9) Tallest Man On Earth - The Wild Hunt
10) Titus Andronicus - The Monitor
11) Most Serene Republic - Phages
12) Modest Mouse - The Moon and Antarctica
13) Broken Social Scene - Feel Good Lost
14) My Bloody Valentine - Loveless
15) Avi Buffalo - S/T
16) Enter Shikari - Take to the Skies
17) Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
18) Bright Eyes - Fevers and Mirrors
19) Godspeed You! Black Emperor - F#A# Infinity
20) Sufjan Stevens - Seven Swans
21) mewithoutYou - Brother, Sister
22) Fleet Foxes - S/T
23) Cassino - Sounds of Salvation
24) Radiohead - OK Computer
25) The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
26) Animal Collective - Feels
27) At The Drive In - Relationship of Command
28) Cursive - Domestica
29) Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
30) Brand New - Deja Entendu
31) Blood Brothers - Burn Piano Island, Burn
32) Cap'n Jazz - Analphabetapolothology
33) El Guincho - Alegranza
34) Dirty Projectors - Bitte Orca
35) Joanna Newsom - Milk Eyed Mender
36) Joan Of Arc - A Portable Model Of Joan of Arc
37) Atlas Sound - Logos
38) Nirvana - Nevermind
39) Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest
40) Set Fire to Flames - Signs Reign Rebuilder
41) Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III
42) Down To Nothing - The Most
43) The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - S/T
44) The Postal Service - Give Up
45) Fall of Troy - Doppelganger
46) Foxes in Fiction - Swung From the Branches
47) Taking Back Sunday - Tell All Your Friends
48) Architecture in Helsinki - In Case We Die
49) Her Space Holday - Young Machines
50) Desaparecidos - Read Music/Speak Spanish
Honorable Mentions
Kaki King - Legs To Make Us Longer
Owen - At Home with Owen
Coldplay - Parachutes
Good shit.
Today is a football day and I'm gonna post this here because I hate facebook and will delete it as soon as I get my phone back.
1) Why? - Elephant Eyelash
2) Bon Iver- For Emma, Forever Ago
3) Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over the Sea
4) Antlers - Hospice
5) American Football - S/T
6) Animal Collective - Sung Tongs
7) Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More
8) Panda Bear - Person Pitch
9) Tallest Man On Earth - The Wild Hunt
10) Titus Andronicus - The Monitor
11) Most Serene Republic - Phages
12) Modest Mouse - The Moon and Antarctica
13) Broken Social Scene - Feel Good Lost
14) My Bloody Valentine - Loveless
15) Avi Buffalo - S/T
16) Enter Shikari - Take to the Skies
17) Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
18) Bright Eyes - Fevers and Mirrors
19) Godspeed You! Black Emperor - F#A# Infinity
20) Sufjan Stevens - Seven Swans
21) mewithoutYou - Brother, Sister
22) Fleet Foxes - S/T
23) Cassino - Sounds of Salvation
24) Radiohead - OK Computer
25) The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
26) Animal Collective - Feels
27) At The Drive In - Relationship of Command
28) Cursive - Domestica
29) Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
30) Brand New - Deja Entendu
31) Blood Brothers - Burn Piano Island, Burn
32) Cap'n Jazz - Analphabetapolothology
33) El Guincho - Alegranza
34) Dirty Projectors - Bitte Orca
35) Joanna Newsom - Milk Eyed Mender
36) Joan Of Arc - A Portable Model Of Joan of Arc
37) Atlas Sound - Logos
38) Nirvana - Nevermind
39) Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest
40) Set Fire to Flames - Signs Reign Rebuilder
41) Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III
42) Down To Nothing - The Most
43) The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - S/T
44) The Postal Service - Give Up
45) Fall of Troy - Doppelganger
46) Foxes in Fiction - Swung From the Branches
47) Taking Back Sunday - Tell All Your Friends
48) Architecture in Helsinki - In Case We Die
49) Her Space Holday - Young Machines
50) Desaparecidos - Read Music/Speak Spanish
Honorable Mentions
Kaki King - Legs To Make Us Longer
Owen - At Home with Owen
Coldplay - Parachutes
Good shit.
Friday, January 7, 2011
1/6/11
Practice room session last night, had a BLAST as usual.
Kim's a fucking bitch and I hate her for tricking me so good. People filtered out after that 2 hour game and then the music started bumpin and people started dancing and it was grand.
^^Omar this video is priceless haha.
Those fucking beanbags hurt, and Tyler how did your neck not get seriously injured hahaha your head snaps up on that impact. Then we all did the twist and played ninja.
After we were all danced out we sat and chilled as more people left, then me and Konrad and Greg went back to Greg's house to watch our videos from like 9th grade, so much Deafening Chromatic footage hahaha it was amazing.
IRELAND IN 2 AHHHHHHHHHHHH..
There's a lot of videos that are like decent but I didn't post them so I think on days where I do nothing (more than likely today is one of those days,) I'm just gonna post a couple random vids from random days that I think deserve to be seen. DECE?
looks mafioso from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
FUCK YOU KIM from Jordan Reboliini on Vimeo.
Kim's a fucking bitch and I hate her for tricking me so good. People filtered out after that 2 hour game and then the music started bumpin and people started dancing and it was grand.
Omaaaaaaa! from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
^^Omar this video is priceless haha.
Tyler flop from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
beanbag shenanigans from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Those fucking beanbags hurt, and Tyler how did your neck not get seriously injured hahaha your head snaps up on that impact. Then we all did the twist and played ninja.
pracroom twist party from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
After we were all danced out we sat and chilled as more people left, then me and Konrad and Greg went back to Greg's house to watch our videos from like 9th grade, so much Deafening Chromatic footage hahaha it was amazing.
IRELAND IN 2 AHHHHHHHHHHHH..
There's a lot of videos that are like decent but I didn't post them so I think on days where I do nothing (more than likely today is one of those days,) I'm just gonna post a couple random vids from random days that I think deserve to be seen. DECE?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
1/5/2011
Woke up good and early and Greg and Rob were here. Got paint supplies, made some quick dip (confusion,) then headed out for Binghamton.
That video is nothing, I just thought it was cool that the sun turned black on video, and there's a SNEAK PEEK at some secret Omar. By the way Omar, that track was pretty sick, even if you were just like messing around.
Got some Arby's, discussed some strange things reegarding $30,000, then finally got to the house. Greg's room really did look like shit hahaha but the paint job we did made a great improvement. Listened to some good music, played some risk, drank some gin and wine, smoked some cigars and whatnot, and overall had a very chillin night.
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Finally the paint dried and we got Greg's bed downstairs, after an ordeal with a light fixture that we impressively fixed. Finished off our game of risk (I AM VICTORIOUS,) set up camp, watched The Girl Next Door, complained about how life is unlike that movie, then went to sleep. Woke up, drove home. Solid little getaway.
cool sun! from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
That video is nothing, I just thought it was cool that the sun turned black on video, and there's a SNEAK PEEK at some secret Omar. By the way Omar, that track was pretty sick, even if you were just like messing around.
Got some Arby's, discussed some strange things reegarding $30,000, then finally got to the house. Greg's room really did look like shit hahaha but the paint job we did made a great improvement. Listened to some good music, played some risk, drank some gin and wine, smoked some cigars and whatnot, and overall had a very chillin night.
sippin on gin and juice from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
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nice house from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
)Finally the paint dried and we got Greg's bed downstairs, after an ordeal with a light fixture that we impressively fixed. Finished off our game of risk (I AM VICTORIOUS,) set up camp, watched The Girl Next Door, complained about how life is unlike that movie, then went to sleep. Woke up, drove home. Solid little getaway.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
01/04/11
Today was probably the laziest day ever, being sore as fuck from football yesterday and in bed all day. Koke hit me up and came to get me and we went to get Farkas and then played Rummy at Weber's. Then I got dropped off at Mariah's for her last night on Long Island :(
Me Lisa and Alexa chilled while she packed up and then we all played Family Feud and it was a hoot.
She dropped me off at Mike's where Weber Farkas Koke Ty and Kenny were chillin, playing NBA 2K10 as usual. Wanna put a paw in his face Brian?
Laziness breeds unhappiness. Smashed my phone cause it sucks, and combined with the no car thing,I hope it's not significantly harder to get out of the house.
Mariah's last night from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
Me Lisa and Alexa chilled while she packed up and then we all played Family Feud and it was a hoot.
little NBA sesh from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
She dropped me off at Mike's where Weber Farkas Koke Ty and Kenny were chillin, playing NBA 2K10 as usual. Wanna put a paw in his face Brian?
Laziness breeds unhappiness. Smashed my phone cause it sucks, and combined with the no car thing,I hope it's not significantly harder to get out of the house.
Monday, January 3, 2011
12/31/10 - 01/02/11
Fucking vimeo takes like 4 hours to convert these damn things. Anyway, here's a big first post! Gotta get a video editing program so I can cut some of these things out, like me filming myself in a mirror, or me confusing my lefts and rights 3 times in a row. Oh well!
12/31/2010: Had a party to celebrate the New Year at my old house, which was pretty much abandoned. Tyler and Greg jammed for a while, sounds soooo sick guys, thanks so much for bringing all this stuff Ty!
12/31/10: Salwen being a dumbass. We were playing kings and the rule was you have to funnel the beer in the middle if your card pops the tab. The first beer Greg popped, and had to funnel, and it was awesome. Then we kept playing it and it was getting close to him. He happened to pick up a king, and being the smart guy he is, he made his rule "if you pop the tab, the person to your right funnels a beer." He jammed the card in and nothing happened, and you see what happens next. Should've picked left dumbass (despite me drunkenly saying HE MADE IT TO HIS LEFT!) Both funnels are on video if anyone wants me to upload em.
12/31/10: Some footage of our long dance party at midnight. There was another video of us all dancing to brother sport, but I chose this one because the dance Greg and Jess are doing is priceless. MY HOUSE MATES ARE SO CUTE! Dancing was suuuuuch a good part of the night. Got another video of everyone dancing brother sport, let me know if you want me to upload it also.
01/01/11: Me and Kenny talking about THIS VERY BLOG! Also Salwen blowing some pretty solid smoke o's. Just a decent representation of the typical Omar hangout. Also I wish I fucking got the Tom Casstrogiavanni story on tape. I need to have the camera more ready and be able to read potentially hilarious situations better!
01/02/11: The Weber's got me these amazing tickets to the Jets/Bills game, and it was pretty fun but only because I was with them haha, in reality live sports events sort of piss me off. I hate obnoxious fans and I feel like it's such a waste of like, energy to get so emotionally invested in these things. Anyway these were there warm ups and I thought this was pretty funny hahaha. Also, Kristen Wiig, Will Arnett, and Ralph Macchio were there. Will Arnett gave me a thumbs up!
SOOOOO first video post hollaaaa I'm gonna try and film a lot of random shit to the point where I'm probably annoying. It's fun though and it's gonna be sick to look back on this in a few years. Later friends!
Ty and Greg New Years Eve from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
12/31/2010: Had a party to celebrate the New Year at my old house, which was pretty much abandoned. Tyler and Greg jammed for a while, sounds soooo sick guys, thanks so much for bringing all this stuff Ty!
The second silliest funnel ever from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
12/31/10: Salwen being a dumbass. We were playing kings and the rule was you have to funnel the beer in the middle if your card pops the tab. The first beer Greg popped, and had to funnel, and it was awesome. Then we kept playing it and it was getting close to him. He happened to pick up a king, and being the smart guy he is, he made his rule "if you pop the tab, the person to your right funnels a beer." He jammed the card in and nothing happened, and you see what happens next. Should've picked left dumbass (despite me drunkenly saying HE MADE IT TO HIS LEFT!) Both funnels are on video if anyone wants me to upload em.
Jess courting greg from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
12/31/10: Some footage of our long dance party at midnight. There was another video of us all dancing to brother sport, but I chose this one because the dance Greg and Jess are doing is priceless. MY HOUSE MATES ARE SO CUTE! Dancing was suuuuuch a good part of the night. Got another video of everyone dancing brother sport, let me know if you want me to upload it also.
Untitled from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
01/01/11: Me and Kenny talking about THIS VERY BLOG! Also Salwen blowing some pretty solid smoke o's. Just a decent representation of the typical Omar hangout. Also I wish I fucking got the Tom Casstrogiavanni story on tape. I need to have the camera more ready and be able to read potentially hilarious situations better!
First football game from Jordan Rebolini on Vimeo.
01/02/11: The Weber's got me these amazing tickets to the Jets/Bills game, and it was pretty fun but only because I was with them haha, in reality live sports events sort of piss me off. I hate obnoxious fans and I feel like it's such a waste of like, energy to get so emotionally invested in these things. Anyway these were there warm ups and I thought this was pretty funny hahaha. Also, Kristen Wiig, Will Arnett, and Ralph Macchio were there. Will Arnett gave me a thumbs up!
SOOOOO first video post hollaaaa I'm gonna try and film a lot of random shit to the point where I'm probably annoying. It's fun though and it's gonna be sick to look back on this in a few years. Later friends!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
MY BLOG GUYS
Hey friends! I was semi-kidding about this at first, but then I realized it would be cool for me to be able to post whatever videos I take, and maybe the occasional writings that I am particularly proud of, for you all to see, since I'm not longer on facebook. Hopefully I keep up with this!
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