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A Celebration of Songs, Sweaters, & Simple Things
Minnesota winters are survived solely on the strength of cable knits and catchy tunes.
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FORMSPRING:
all you indie fucks that play acoustic guitars can’t do shit. you guys have no talent. Try playing something a little more complicated than 3 or 4 open chords. dumb fucks… all of you. you cant play guitar for shit… “oh look and E chord… and here’s a C”
word. this one is for you, anon.
Ian stands up for indie boys everywhere. SO PROUD.
Baaaaaaah. I don’t really care about this scantily-clad UO boy with long fingers but that comment is one of the funniest things I’ve read in a while.
Fitting.
Just imagine my head on his girlfriend’s body and it turns out to be an accurate/realistic portrayal of everyday life.
High Point of the Summer: Sometimes my job plays good music.
And so the moral of the summer was:
I feel that its time that I make an actual, substantial post.
As the calendar seems to slip through my fingers, what else seems worthy of recounting than some aspects of this past summer? My return to “The Hill” and all that entails is not only looming on the horizon but rushing towards me through these last days of August at an alarming speed. But before I allow myself to be enveloped by thoughts of storage containers, textbooks and meal plans I’m going to allow myself to linger on summer one memory at a time:
While navigating the city on my own:
1. I have still gotten lost numerous times.
By the end of the summer I thought I would be a directional champion! Not. True. Unfortunately, I do NOT know the cardinal directions like the back of my hand. Also, I could NOT get anywhere if it weren’t for the aid of my gorgeous old friend “Google Maps”.
But all of this stumbling through side streets and praying to come across a welcome and trusted companions like Franklin or Hennepin Avenue I have come across some lovely sights:
Bookstores more appropriately categorized as labyrinths- in which not a single title or text was familiar to me. This revelation of so many topics and so much knowledge still ungrasped by my mind was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating. Do you ever wonder if this life is lengthy enough to learn all there is to learn?
Although I do not consider myself any more of a master on obscure topics than I was in early June I have finally gotten the chance to delve into some more familiar gems.
Not only have the books grown sacred to my heart but the art of the perfect vendor is something I’ve found to be of great importance.
Welcome to Heaven:
Magers & Quinn is everything that a bookstore should be. Locally-owned, books piled so they sit precariously on the shelves, and nooks and crannies one could get lost in for days.
So ditch your mall’s Barnes & Noble and spend your money on a quality book vendor.
More posts to come!
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This song sounds like everything life should be.
Northern Sky by Nick Drake
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