2012

What happened in 2012, you say?

Sorry I couldn't be there, I was tied to a rocking chair
I was beat down to a pulp rocking back and forth somewhere
If you knew, if you saw, you'd have said it was the final straw
That my life was bound and tethered on a porch by the shore
-Gossamer (Passion Pit)

And if I could say, if only in my dreams you're the luckiest girl
In the world there's no other more lucky in love, you don't have to explain it
'Cause you're the one who's in love and we'll have so much fun.
-Mature Themes (Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti

Because the world goes on without us
It doesn't matter what we do.
All silhouettes with no regrets
When I'm melting into you
I belong in your arms
–I Belong in Your Arms (Chairlift)

But honestly it's fine
When I mention I love you
It's all I do
–Shields (Grizzly Bear)

I know the world is new
And what you lost inside, inside of you
And all the love we shared is true
And it’s hard without you
–Incorruptible Heart (Lavender Diamond)

Other people want to keep in touch
Something happens and it's not enough
Never thought that it would mean so much
–Bloom (Beach House)

So don’t get scared.
What would you say?
There will be things we never dared
If I fell apart, could you bring me back then?
–The North (Stars)

A failed ambition's held up on tridents
I hope predictions of future come true
All the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk
All the cars upturned talk like the trains
Ten thousand red balloons over New York
Hope the bridges all burn your life away –Fragrant World (Yeasayer)

The sounds caress our fears
and we've put off the silence
that hung so long in stale air
That used to be a mystery
a secret book to unlock
but we've stopped writing in it or thrown away the key
–Old World Romance (Sea Wolf)

It's time again for your return
Now find the peace you deserve
The stars hang in a shroud
And those whispers turn to shouts
Return to form again
Go on let 'em out
–Silent Hour / Golden Mile EP (Daniel Rossen)

Apologies like the birds in the sky
And even they are falling like the tears in my eyes
Everyone's asking, everyone's asking.
–Give You The Ghost (Poliça)

Know that you don't mean to say things
That hurt me and drive me to my knees
Been around this crazy world
But I still want to be your girl
–The Only Place (Best Coast)

Goodbye, 2012. Hello, 2013. I think we'll be friends.

Snow Day

So...it snowed ALL day today. The Twin Cities got hit by snow varying between 6 to 10 inches. Although, in some parts it was quite a bit more than that....And with being stuck indoors, and what was sure to become a severe case of cabin fever, my Mum and I decided to go out on a walk.

Here's before the walk...

Mum led the way...

I was mainly excited to eat the snow....

Although, after one fall, and nearly being run over by an SUV....

I was becoming a snowwoman!

But, actually, we were pretty happy, but ready for some cocoa and warmth.

A Cat's Game

I draw close to you, my body shivering.
Your piercing eyes stare at me–
you blink;
one eye, then the other.
I don't move – I wait for your move.
You read me, then stand up and stretch...
but wait.
a draw? a tie? no.
You tip-toe to me, and bow your head
BONK! Meow!
Oh, I win.
A real cat's game.

Sunday Poems

Two poems.

St. Patrick's Day

Don't tell me I'm not special.
Don't tell me I'm not unique.
You don't even know me – it's not your right. It was never your right.




Time
Nothing is different, everything is the same.
But it's not.
That's odd. How did this happen? Where did we go?
The time machine, dammit. No, that's not right, either.

A Halloween Story–a story of my best friend

We were barely 8. I know you were 7, but maybe we were older, too.
We dressed up and our excitement propelled us– hopes of full bags of candy for months.
It was the first year we were allowed to go alone. Although, I think secretly your Mom followed us.
We had gone to the first few houses feeling okay. The further we got from home, the more exciting it became; pretty soon I did not recognize any of the houses.
Our bags began to feel heavy, I tried to pretend I could carry it. We would go to one more house.
We skipped up to the house and noticed a scarecrow in a chair. The crow had a pumpkin head, and in its lap was a bowl. Propped up against the scarecrow was a sign. "Please, only take one."
You laughed at him with a deep heartily laugh.
"Take one?! Come on, Liz! What were they thinking!?"
You reached in, with both arms like you were paddling a boat, to scoop up the candy that was so foolishly not protected. All of a sudden, the scarecrow jumped up and yelled, "ONLY ONE!"
You spilled your candy everywhere as you ran from that house.

No one likes my bangs, they're too long
No one likes my bangs, they're too long.

I like my bangs. They're too long.

An Evening




Words don't have meaning.
but they do.

The blurry lights blink incessantly,
my retina can't see it clearly.

I reach,
but instead
retract.

a smile that hurts,
deep breath.

an unfamiliar face
foreign to the touch...
but that's not true.

I really don't feel like writing anything.
My fingers hurt as I type.
But not physically.
It's like the pressing of the buttons sends a signal to my brain.
OW! OW! OW!

4 years of what?

It's been awhile since I have posted–almost half a year, actually. Well, that's okay. In 3 days I will be just another citizen in the world with a bachelor's degree in English, and a certificate in International Journalism. Whooptie-doo. But now I get to do what I love again. Sit at home, alone, and listen to music. Did I really need to go through 4 years of college for that? I guess so! I got to write an article I am really proud of for the CIJ program. It's graded, which always makes me nervous because writing is so subjective anyway. What I like, you might not like. And what some strange woman I barely know might not like what I write. But I hope so. I got to write about the cool music scene Minnesota has. I interviewed a few bands, and talked to someone at the Current, who used to work at City Pages. She is my hero. What she does it exactly what I want to do, so I feel like it actually is doable. 4 years of people telling me I couldn't do it, and I have met and actually talk to someone who does it. So, don't tell me what I cannot do, world. The article I wrote made me really appreciate the Current, too. I had always had mixed feelings about the station, but just the fact that we have a public media outlet that isn't just concerned with ratings and money is cool. I mean, they're not completely obvious to the money aspect of their endeavors, but they are a lot different than a commercial station. And, sometimes, I forget that. Minnesotans are lucky. Not just for the Current, but for MPR, too. I love Minnesota, and I think it did take 4 years of college to realize that. So, wow, Minnesota. We're pretty cool. Currently listening to the most random thing ever: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuEOqzs76sE