Goodbye, love 

Despite joining a little under a year ago I just made my first record at HitRECord (hitrecordjoe). HitRECord has a welcoming and inspiring community, and I’m excited to join in on many more collaborations! Maybe I’ll see you there?

Yosemite National Park

Wilderness

by Lorine Niedecker

You are the man
You are my other country
and I find it hard going

You are the prickly pear
You are the sudden violent storm

the torrent to raise the river
to float the wounded doe

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Everyone barks and they are all still believing 
To tear out your heart would send all your secrets to me,
But I let you down
And swollen and small is where you’ll find me now

Nothing in this world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty […] I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.
Theodore Roosevelt

npr:

nprfreshair:

Allie Brosh, the creator of the beloved blog “Hyperbole and a Half" speaks to Terry Gross today about her struggle with depression:

I think there’s a common misconception that depression is about something or depression is sadness or some form of negativity. It can represent a sadness or a self-loathing, as the first half of my depression did. It sort of circled back on itself and made me dislike myself more because I was so sad and I didn’t know why and I felt like I needed a reason. … It took me a long time to figure out that something was broken on a fundamental level. There was no reason behind it; it was just the way things were.

Read more interview highlights or an excerpt from her book via the link above.

Image from “Depression Part Two" courtesy of Hyperbole and a Half

FULL INTERVIEW HERE

Not only is Allie Brosh a smart and funny writer, but she is also a courageous and insightful person. Listen to her moving interview with Terry Gross, especially if you have ever been depressed or know anyone who has.

Thank you, Allie Brosh, for being you.

Check out her blog, Hyperbole and a Half.

Her Reddit AMA is also a great read. 

8tracks radio | It Still Grows 

Maybe it’s because I grew up in the 90s when mixes were ‘the thing,’ but I love 8tracks for letting me indulge in my mix-making needs.

Amy Poehler: “Take Your Licks” 

This is as close as I’m going to get to an Amy Poehler memoir right now. 
To begin a new novel, I look for the biggest problem in my life that I can’t solve or tolerate. Something that drives me nuts, but I can’t fix. Then I find a metaphor that allows me to explore the problem, exaggerating and expanding it beyond reason. I build it up to the worst scenario possible and then find a way to solve it. By the time the book is done, I’ve exhausted all of my emotions around the original problem. Whatever it was, it no longer bothers me. And typically, during the time of writing, the problem has resolved itself. It’s like magic. Try it. It will keep you alive in this world of bullshit.
Chuck Palahniuk (Reddit AMA)
Whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity; and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.
Conan O’Brien at his 2011 Dartmouth College commencement address, referring to the disappointment of losing The Tonight Show. (via nprfreshair)

laughingsquid:

12 Monkeys Is Being Adapted Into a Television Series on Syfy

Let’s not forget the film that inspired Terry Gilliam: La Jetée, a visionary 1962 French science fiction featurette by Chris Marker.

"Able, Baker, Charlie, Dog" by Stephanie Vaughn, read by Téa Obreht for The New Yorker 

"He rocked back and forth in his boots, looked up at the moon, then down at the river.  I did not say anything.

He started down the bank, sideways, taking long, graceful sliding steps, which threw little puffs of snow in the air.  He took his hands from his pockets and hopped from the bank to the ice.  He tested his weight against the weight of the ice, flexing his knees.  I watched him walk a few years from the shore and then I saw him rise in the air, his long legs, scissoring the moonlight, as he crossed from the edge of one floe to the next.  He turned and waved to me, one hand making a slow arc.

I could have said anything.  I could have said “Come back” or “I love you.”  Instead, I called after him, “Be sure and write!”  The last thing I heard, long after I had lost sight of him far out on the river, was the sound of his laugh splitting the cold air.”

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Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
You’re what I couldn’t find

Totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me

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