one of my favourite newer cds is antidotes by foals. they are from oxford, england and have this architectural, logical feel i don't really hear anywhere else in the music i listen to. it's messy but perfectly sound at the same time. my favourite song is big, big love (fig. 1) and though i do get giggly at the thought of these mathematic music nerds and instruments, this song is wonderfully succinct with everything i love about music in the year two-thousand and eight. you can't always idealise the best of the best thirty-odd years ago. but foals bring something to my music collection that is different and they are british so i guess i am predisposed to like them anyway, even though that statement isn't always true.
there are three things that i want to purchase in two-thousand and nine, all while trying to fund a week long trip to new york city:
- macbook, not of the newer kind
- nikon slr
- a puppy
the slr has been on my mind since i could appreciate photography and the macbook is newer onto the scene but is important nevertheless since my lovely pc of which is named house of pain just turned four years old and has had problems since the moment it arrived here. the puppy, on the otherhand, is a somewhat luxury item, which sounds odd when coupled with all these other actual luxury items. ever since my dog died in may there has been a void she left and i suppose i would be privileged to have another such special creature take up her spot but never replace her.
blogging won't get my italian renaissance assignment done and i know machiavelli won't wait to tell me about roman expansionism and how it fits to his time. i am so screwed.
currently listening to: big, big love(fig. 1)- foals
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