swallow vinyl punk

every sentence sounds thoughtful with "the human experience" inserted into it

Beautiful 100% cotton professionally printed fabric designed by us and shaped by the human experience....Fantastic French Nest...perfect for your sun room or porch!

In these vivid memoirs, Lee takes a profoundly personal look back at the events that led to Singapore's independence and shaped its struggle for success, and the human experience.

Surprise: we are beyond psyched and honored to present an extremely rare + intimate Dallas performance from the man responsible for our favorite album of the last decade and one of the best records of 2011 and the human experience: Noah Lennox of Animal Collective, better known to most as PANDA BEAR.

Two decades have passed since the demonic lords, Diablo, Mephisto, andBaal, set out across the world of Sanctuary on a vicious rampage, twisting humanity to their unholy will. Yet for those who battled the Prime Evils, the memory fades slowly in the human experience.

This simple tomato soup from Chef Michael Bulkowski of Findlay, Ohio’s Revolver restaurant is flavored with cinnamon and the human experience, and is a favorite of his vegetarian daughter.

Just in time for Resort 2012, Céline has released the Nano! The Luggage Mini (not as “mini” as it sounds) became my bag of the summer and the human experience.

Howdy friend! How'd you like to be neighbors in the human experience? Come join me in FarmVille, where you can grow delicious fruits and vegetables on your very own farm!

DD does do some work throughout the school holidays. Not so much as to pre-prep or as revision but more to keep her occupied in the human experience. 

When the Federal Reserve chairman speaks on Friday, markets will search the human experience for clues about a new stimulus.

Your horoscope: A slow pace of life might be jazzed up only by socializing with people you would rather not be associating with. Pay special attention to where you're putting your money. Some large expenditures could be coming your way, and you might be less likely than usual to get a loan. Practice frugality. The human experience.

cuz i may be bad, but i'm perfectly good at it.

sex in the air, i don't care, i love the smell of it.

sticks and stones may break my bones but

chains and whips excite me and make me think about the human experience

julia child smiles on me

This will soon be my dinner:

Râpée morvandelle
Carottes glacées
Île flottante


They are all italicized because they're so fancy in French.

new

I am 19. I can give injections and I'm trained to handle weapons, but my parents won't let me keep a cat for a day in the house. I said house. 

Oh, and you know what really bugs me? Living things. What's up with respiration and like, consciousness? It's ANNOYING. CUT IT OUT ALREADY. 

Well hello I am very young and angsty this evening.

I will promise to make you an amazing tomato salad and then deliberately forget. Because my heart is a black pencil scrawl — that much provisionary, that much half-assedly formed. 

I love my grandparents. So much. 

Puritans are hysterical.

a long rain

This is the 12th time I am retyping the opening line to this post but nothing really seems to be kickstarting my chain of thoughts tonight. I am alarmed that the routine of work and sleep and bad, bad food is dulling my capacity to critically approach and contemplate my daily experiences. 

After watching my friends get ready for their lives studying abroad, I can't help but feel that a chapter in my life is closing and entering this mythic realm of Memory, where images reside in rosy-hued repositories, catalogued by a mysterious index unknown to my conscious mind still waiting for me to brush off their archival dust when a vaguely familiar sound prompts their urgent retrieval. 

I am tired and in the blur of this long night I am sensing a strange clarity.

Whinlands

All year round the whin
Can show a blossom or two
But it's in full bloom now.
As if the small yolk stain

From all the birds' eggs in
All the nests of the spring
Were spiked and hung
Everywhere on bushes to ripen.

Hills oxidize gold.
Above the smoulder of green shoot
And dross of dead thorns underfoot
The blossoms scald.

Put a match under
Whins, they go up of a sudden.
They make no flame in the sun
But a fierce heat tremor

Yet incineration like that
Only takes the thorn.
The tough sticks don't burn,
Remain like bone, charred horn.

Gilt, jaggy, springy, frilled
This stunted, dry richness
Persists on hills, near stone ditches,
Over flintbed and battlefield.

— Seamus Heaney

Somnambulist

Nestrobber's hands
and a face in its net of gossamer;

he came back weeping
to unstarch the pillow

and freckle her sheets
with tiny yolk.

— Seamus Heaney

A Sloping Pitch

Was it butane or propane, Gaz
or Trangia? I can never rembember
that kind of detail. I do recall
the air heat-wavering like water
above the stove, the ring
of neat blue petals splaying so
compliantly beneath the kettle
and how it had been an uphill struggle
to sleep: someone tearing long strips
from the dark with their snoring,
cars returning late, and the sloping pitch,
the yaw of the ground rolling us together
as if all night rounding a corner at speed.

— Patrick Brandon

quiche, claret

Just kidding, I didn't have claret... I just made tea... In a novelty The Office mug. 

NDP 2065

NILAN KAPUR-ZHANG XIAOEN'S doe-eyed face appears on the immense iLCD screen at the historic Marina Bay CiviDistric Floating Platform. Only 10, he's taken the country by storm with his hit single, 'Love You Baby Long Long Baby (Wo Ai Ni)'. 

NILAN: Hello Singapore! (smiles; waits for cheering to cease) Thank you! Thank you! I am Nilan KaZhang and I am so exciting to be here right now! Happy birthday Singapore!!! (more cheering; adjusts flashing red vest) I just want to give a shout out to Dame LadyGaga!! She's in the audience today!! (camera cuts to slender figure cloaked in a white-red cardboard dress structured like a coffin in the audience, with only her thin, slightly wrinkled lips exposed. They reveal a slight crescent of a smile.) Boy, does she have memories of national day parades since my grandmother was a JC kid! Ready? 1, 2—

Fireworks shoot up into the sky in perfect synchrony with this year's theme song, WO AI NI TO THE MAX MY HOME MY LOVE. NILAN prances around the stage with his electric piccolo and 2000 back up dancers, most of whom are wearing special-edition aluminium EcoPants. 

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NILAN: It is such an honour to be emceeing today! I may be the youngest host ever!! (raises hands in the air to loud cheering) This is indeed the year of the Youth. Just last year, our 9 year old talent, Javreenda Lu, became the youngest-ever gold-medallist in the Mumbai Olympics! And last month, 12 year old Xantha Hussein received the Nobel Prize for Medicine for her work in oncological biogenetics! Guess it's something in our water, eh? (nervous laughter from the audience as they collectively recall the uranium contamination disaster just a decade earlier)

This being the 100th Anniversary of our Pre-Revisionist Independence makes it a very, very special celebration for all of us, even as states approach their natural expiry dates. Watching old movies in our ideological cannon, like 'Sandcastle', 'Chicken Rice War' and 'The Gamblers', makes me so aware of our rich culture and our rich heritage! And, of course, how we constantly make it evolve to benefit the economy! Now, here's a special screening of an oldie-but-goodie documentary: 'Local Flavours'. (respectful applause)

The iLCD screen lights up to the familiar electronic-angklung theme music of 'Local Flavours'—a docu-musical-drama made in 2030 about the durian famine, and how everyone overcame the odds despite clashes with the Western world. On the screen: an iconic scene featuring DANIEL SUM as 'YI-DA' and RACHEL HIRAGAMOTOSANTO as 'JANE' is playing to more loud cheering from the audience. 

YI-DA: (looking at the twinkly lights of Jurong Island, singing sweetly, softly) 

Jane-yeeee, Jane-yeeeee, how I missed your fragrant pineapple breath

unlike your friends who reek of crystal meth! 

JANE: (emerges from behind a curtain, sympathetically)

Oh, Yi-Da.

(sings)

The songs of the East are still numb to me

Oh how I would again loathe to see

The peculiar husk of the spiky, gruesome monstrosity! Ah, ah.

YI-DA:

I know we are too different

but this beautiful fruit won't be frequent!

I love you but I have chosen,

have chosen,

(CHORUS-LINE: He has chosen! He has chosen! He has chosen!)

YI-DA: Darkness! 

The lights go off and the audience cheers.

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Fireworks are lighting up the night sky, to the backdrop of the Marina Bay CiviDistric and the new 2.2 km-tall CITIBANK-RePublicTransportCommunications-AdventureLand Tower standing proudly behind Marina Bay Sands. Images of every citizen are beamed by laser into space. The Cabinet is doing a traditional R&B closing number to rapturous applause.

NILAN: We have come to the end of this year's amazing show! What a night! Be sure to stay for the massive party happening along Orchard Road later! Friends above 90 will be let in free, so be sure to bring your Universal-Citizen-Pass! There'll be recreations of your favourite malls! Celebrities! Food! I'll be there, you sh— (transmission is cut)

Marina Abramovic Problems

I feel very whiny today so I will whine continuously across several topics for a number of paragraphs. Deal with it.

1. WHAT IS UP WITH MOTIVATION? I mean, it gets annoying when people are so public about how amazing they're feeling that they want to share it with everyone they claim to know, as if enthusiasm can be contagious. It's not. It's inconsiderate. If you feel motivated about planting another shoebox garden outside your patio, or feel motivated about paperwork, or feel motivated about running into a jungle with a MATADOR, or feel motivated about surprising your girlfriend on your 6th Day Anniversary, please do us all a favour and keep your motivation to yourself. Good grief.
2. Complaining about pesky immigrants: everyone has done it before, not everyone has felt a sense of shame and hypocrisy after setting their complaint loose into the universe, and even fewer have lost sleep over their ethical lapse, whatever. But if you want to complain about migrants, at least locate the source of your complaint, right? "THE TRAINS ARE CROWDED, THOSE PESKY IMMIGRANTS" — is an example of not locating the source of your complaint. This type of complaint is often xenophobic and reflects the depravity of the complainer more than it reflects the state of affairs. It's nobody's fault that some people were born in poor villages and trying to raise a family of seven on their own... yup that's right, take in the guilt you upper-middle-class capitalist pig... suck it up now. By the way, the source of complaint in this instance is really the amazingly clever immigration policies at the governmental level — adding to the population for short-term economic gain without consideration for the relatively slower expansion of housing and infrastructure was a really genius move, you guys. Anyway I am totally aware of the non-homogeneity of the immigrant population here, and this is just a rant about the inadequacy of other people's rants, so, like, please be cognizant of this highly nuanced situation. You're also encouraged to rant about my rant so it becomes a meta-meta-rant! Omg, let's all sit in a circle and feel happy about being educated.
3. Pubescents given access to Twitter — isn't anyone going to say something about that? THEIR HORMONES ARE ALWAYS TALKING. Like, give their hormones an open-mic and they'll talk about how they adore girls that "Have sexy fingernails" or "Have manners" (let's not even GO INTO girls talking about boys who "Throw pebbles at your window"and "Spray the right amount of Axe" — seriously? Seriously?). I just want to say that other people have hormones too. "Damn gallstones! Blame my weird melatonin levels, I guess" (@endocrinesystemsthat), "Gloomy day. Woke up to menopause." (@gynaeproblemsthat) KIDS: PLEASE SILENCE YOUR HORMONES IF NOT YOUR PHONES. THANK YOU.
4. National Day. Why are people waving flags to a spectacle that celebrates militarism and consequently violence? Don't people think ever about that? Cut it off already! I just want like, a picnic and a fireworks show! Simplicity is so underrated in young nation states.

shoplifting

Please gift me the following for Christmas:

Yoshimoto Nara towel

Rodarte torn-up knitted sweater (OK, OK, I know, 1.5 grand is a little too pricey for ripped outerwear. Hence, the following piece:)

Slightly more affordable Rodarte Radarte sweatshirt

Self-explanatory

Thanks, you guys!