You’ve all seen this, I’m sure - but it takes me about 15 times of someone telling me to watch a video before I will actually watch it, and if you are the same way, let me be person #15 for you.

I literally danced my way into work this morning. 

(more music video posts to come, I promise!)

This tune has been my jam for a while now. The whole album is worth a listen actually.

But, this video. I can’t decide. It’s like, “Okay, Pompeii. Big volcanic explosion. Horrific event. No one survives. But what if they did? And, instead of a volcanic explosion, it was a zombie apocalypse? Now we’re on to something!”

Here’s what the seemingly inevitable zombie-plague dystopian future has in store for us:

  • Warehouse living! Hope you like your mattresses on the floor, guys.
  • Empty streets, except for the trash and the water. (It’s like Labor Day weekend in Boston! To be expected, really)
  • Dead eyes! (probably also something we should have anticipated)
  • Gonna have to make our own food, unless you want to catch the dead eyes from the nice people who work in restaurants.
  • Empty arcades! Well, nearly empty.
  • Grand theft auto! I mean, people with dead eyes probably aren’t going to need their cars anyway, right?
  • Don’t worry, we’ll still be able to sing in our cars. It’s what makes us human.
  • Nature! With electricity. But like, alternative electricity. Wind turbines!
  • Eventually, dead eyes of our own.

So, there’s a lot to look forward to. Also, can we talk about the fact that until the very end of this video, everyone who has dead eyes is not white? I suspect the actual zombie apocalypse is likely to be a little more egalitarian.

It’s pretty unclear how the zombie virus spreads from this video (maybe the water?) so I don’t think we’re gaining a lot of practical prevention advice here, but it’s a pretty good tune to add to your work out playlist regardless - just imagine you’re trying to outrun the dead eyes.

A new thing?

Oh hey tumblr. Hey.

So, I’m back! Maybe? I think so. I guess we’ll see. But I’ve been thinking about how it might be fun to share some music videos and talk about them, and this seemed like a good place to do that.

I’ve been able to keep a little plant alive for a few weeks now, so maybe that’s a sign I’ll be able to keep a blog going too. Who knows!

Anyway, hopefully my random thoughts on music videos will be interesting or entertaining for you, but you know, if not, that’s cool too. 

Oh, also - feel free to submit requests/video ideas below.

Looking lovely today, Porter. (at Porter Square)

‘Pompeii’ by Bastille
It’s Monday! Here’s a little something to help with that.

She loves birthdays

I put together a little something for my lovely and delightful workwife, Susan:

susanturns30:

For @wilto

  • M: You taking it easy this weekend?
  • W: It’s like you’ve never met me!
  • W: Wah wah woh wah wah woh (I think he was talking about work, but this is what I heard)
  • M: Sorry, what was clearly implied there was, "I hope you are a taking it a little easy this weekend because you've obviously had a lot going on lately, but of course I know that you are not doing that at all because you are crazy.
  • M: The first was just a lot faster to type.
  • W: Man, I wish I could tweet that.

Sundays, amirite?

Oh how I wish I could return to the innocence and naiveté I possessed a few hours ago, before I saw the centipede cousin of Annie Hall’s spider scurry across my floor, and I still thought I might go to bed early and wake up at 5am to work out.

What a beautiful, delusional, time that was.

Never Don't Beatbox

  • Marie C: also...let me know if you think that's a super super hokey email becaaaaause I'm probably going to send it almost as is =)
  • Amanda : looks baller
  • Marie C: hahaha
  • Amanda : SEND AWAY EMCEE
  • Marie C: I was like...maaaybe about to beat box for a second there
  • Amanda : HA
  • Amanda : you should!
  • Amanda : never dont beatbox!
  • Marie C: but then I realized a) WHAT? and b) going to scare the intern
  • Marie C: and c) don't think I can beatbox
  • Amanda : this is the part where i do it and think no one can hear
  • Amanda : but can

Got an ice cream cone tonight, remembered this:

  • Him: Hey, want to get ice cream?
  • Me: Sure.
  • Him: Awesome. I cannot even REMEMBER the last time I had ice cream.
  • Me: ...really?
  • Him: It's definitely been a while.
  • Me: huh. I had ice cream for dinner last night.

Favorite part of today? Grilled pizza with eggplant and caramelized onions. (Taken with instagram)

goestoeleven:

gabrielgadfly:

You abuse the word.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores my twenty-nine year old
sister playing with Barbie dolls
and unable to run her own bathwater
for fear she might scald the skin
off her thighs.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores my family’s celebration
when years and years of work
finally paid off and my sister learned to read
the year her brother, four years younger,
started high school.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores the woman who
would not let her daughter
be near my sister because
she thought my sister’s brain
might be contagious
and you say it with a lightness
that ignores my sister’s furrowing
brow when she overhears the word
you think she does not understand.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores every stare
my fearless sister walks under.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores the boy in my sister’s class
who bruises his temples with his fists
because he is frustrated hunting words
his tongue doesn’t understand how to form:
words like “toothpaste” and “basketball” and
“I don’t know how to tell you my body hurts.”

You say it with a lightness
that ignores the boy in my sister’s class
who dies at twenty-two because his contorted
body was born stamped with
an expiration date earlier than yours
and you say it with a lightness
that ignores my exhausted mother
trying to tell my sister what death is.

You say it with a lightness
that ignores everything else my sister is:
her love of rocking chairs and dancing,
fleece sweaters and Mexican food;
her fear of thunderstorms
and the sound of people fighting.

You abuse the word.

You do not know better
than to disrespect its weight.
After years and years of work,
maybe you will learn.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Jun 8, 2011
Author’s Note: This is one of the most personal poems I’ve ever written, and one of the hardest to write.

Everyone should have to read this.

(via 5by5kevin)

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Rainbow cake is the best cake.