a festival of colours

respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.

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what is your current obsession?
seafoam green and PBS documentaries

do you nap a lot?
not at all, but i am inclined to do so during most of robert altman’s movies, apparently…

what are you listening to right now?
a mix of jill scott and the wooden birds

what is your favorite weather?
isolated showers

what’s your style?
not cramped…

say something to the person who tagged you
danica, it makes me so happy to hear that ten minutes made your day better. thanks for tagging me!

if you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where do you want it to be?
sweden, of course!

favourite vacation spot?
i prefer going to various places as opposed to visiting one place over and over again

name the things you cannot live without
music, books, some kind of musical instrument, fruits

what would you like to get rid of?
the ridiculous omni-directional montreal wind

what was the last book you read?
slowness by milan kundera

what are you most likely to be caught doing?
tapping mindlessly to the music playing in my head

if you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
up in a hot air balloon

who is your favorite movie icon?
for a student of film studies, i shamefully do not have a favourite

if you could choose one quote to define yourself, which would it be?
“among my most prized possessions are words that i have never spoken” – orson scott card

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i tag jessie, when or if she has the time to do it :)

the heart is so easily manipulable. it is fooled by emotion, it is involuntary, it is hardly a machine at all. when it falters we call the event an attack, an arrest of the cardiac pulse, and when it is problematic we listen for murmurs… yet the heart goes unnoticed otherwise. its rhythm becomes part of the body, a mellow, internalized, forgotten tha-thump…

and so for our hearts to skip a beat is to remind us of the beat lost. the reminder resonates in our ears, it pulsates to the ends of our fingertips, we are at the same time both mortified by its corporeality but soothed in knowing that it is, in fact, still there.

notes: a loosely folk/folktronica-inspired mix for march, otherwise known as chill, laid back songs for the insomniacs and the wanderers.

track listing

devendra banhart – now that i know
the decemberists – an interlude
jackson c. frank – milk and honey
azeda booth – be it
death by panda – around the circle
other lives – black tables
juan stewart – los dias
wixel – outside your locked heart
barzin – won’t you come
stephen fretwell – darlin’ don’t

click the album cover above to download

there is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.

consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. at a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. automatically, he slows down. meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

in existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

excerpt from milan kundera’s slowness