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“Holy Roller” by Thao & The Get Down Stay Down
When I was younger and kept a diary, I would always preface my sporadic entries with an apology for not being absent. When I started this blog a few years ago, my intention was to never apologize for not posting more often. As angelasublogs is nothing more than a scant shadow of angelasu 3D, if the real me was too busy…living to update this blog, I felt, so be it.
Nonetheless, I do feel badly for not having updated in a substantive manner for a bit so while I am not quite apologizing, this is my admission of negligence. So: I’m not sorry; I could have tried harder.
I do have a great excuse! Namely, on Wednesday May 1st, I will be the occupant of a beautiful apartment in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn. For the past few weeks, all of my free time has been spent readying myself for this apartment. While I’ve run some errands and purchased essential home goods, I have to admit that the majority of my time has been spent lying down in bed with my eyes closed, ruminating anxiously over the decor of my bedroom. I never fantasized about my wedding (I still don’t) but I’ve dreamt of inhabiting my own apartment in New York since I was old enough to want to move out of my house, which is to say, forever.
Over the next few weeks (months, perhaps), I hope to share the slow and perhaps painful but utterly exciting transformation of this apartment into my new home with this blog. These images from Apartment Therapy served as my initial inspiration for the space but it’s evolved to suit my personal taste (and budget and ability to drive and to receive large packages). Internet, I can hardly wait to share this with you.
The quickest way to become hateful I’ve ever come across.
*Note the name on the card, a clever nod not only to the Asian population but also to the liberal elites that favor androgynous names for their post-modern spawn.
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Cameo at 19 seconds; admire my prominent jawline.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?