January 2012
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CONFESSION SUNDAY
I was so young when I started learning music theory that they hadn’t yet changed the syllabus to include modes. For all my (rusty) knowledge of harmony and counterpoint, I can’t for the life of me tell you what mixolydian sounds like.
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Explains so much
nice-shrubbery: I drink coffee like water, vodka like coffee, absinthe like vodka and bleach like absinthe.
wai-nan: ...no.
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CONFESSION SUNDAY
I don’t get the hype about Sylvia Plath. Perhaps I haven’t read enough of her work to make an informed judgement, but after suffering through what little I have read, I don’t want to read anymore.
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I do not pray for a lighter load, but for a stronger back.
– Phillips Brooks (via le-king)
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