the second coming of j spelledwrong, nov 2024
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... i kept waiting and waiting to finally make my first post here after starting college; there's been at least fourteen myhumantruth posts in every shadow of every day at vassar, so i just started keeping a daily journal from day 1 (less technology to worry about) and kind of let this blog fall to the wayside. at least i never stopped writing?
damn shame, really, as this semester has been a well of inspiration. the so-called 'college experience' has ushered in a big shift in my creative life, not only through new daytoday experiences, but through the life-shattering change to my personal life back home that accompanied it. i've already written about a dozen songs since i've gotten here, half for autumn rhythm and half for the new vassar teenpop group anodyne. being 18 and alone and alienated or whatever makes it really easy to find things to write songs about, and having friends to work on them with is a lot of fun.
i'm not really used to being around other artist kids. for whatever reason, i previously thought vassar would be full of poindexter 930bedtime-types because of its academic reputation. i guess we have our strict academics, but it's much more common for my peers to be into making music, movies, art, clothes, poems, and what-have-you, or to simply make esoteric instagram posts that hint they do those types of things. very liberal artsy, very not long islandy. refreshing. i've met a lot of interesting folks that have already changed the way i view the artistic process, and i'm downright stunned by some of the stuff my classmates make and do. very grateful to know these people. making a lot of friends quickly. obviously being around so much teenage art accounts for the music hotstreak.
so too does the material i've been poring over for my classes- i'm taking courses that mostly concern themselves with historical art and literature, with an emphasis on the medieval, a period i hadn't previously concerned myself with studying. an especially good course has been 'allegories of the self,' which is my required first-year writing seminar. we've gone through illuminating allegories by plato, prudentius, apuleius, and a host of other guys with just one name. the course also introduced me to what has surely become my favorite movie, ingmar bergman's seventh seal. it's visually stunning- all lights, darks, and the whites of the characters' eyes- and has a lot to say in 90 minutes about life, death, religion, and our impermanence. it's free on youtube. i'm about to do my final project on it. look at me, enjoying midcentury foreign film. i can almost hear your eyes roll from over here!
i've discovered i don't really know that much about anything. being an adult has meant i've had to confront the fact that i really didn't and don't know shit about life or love. does my tuition go towards learning about those things?
this is already getting too long and too full of itself, so i'll leave a few updates on my recent personal affairs here as non-sequiturs. i landed a job for WVKR, our campus radio station (and a RADIO SHOW!!! our secret, 3-4pm saturdays.). i'm thinking about getting some tattoos. i climbed up on a roof and saw the northern lights on october 10, 2024- i couldn't fathom the sky turning that color beforehand.
what a long fucking entry. clearly i'm making up for lost time...
songs that have meant something at some point this semester:
people - silver jews
girl boy - blonde redhead
tastes just like it costs - mj lenderman
the boy with the arab strap - belle & sebastian
left of the dial - replacements
distopian dream girl - built to spill
our secret - beat happening
katy song - red house painters
isis - bob dylan
war on war - wilco
eye know - de la soul
nothing left to say - tram
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