Spencer Tweedy

I'm not as sad as I look in my picture.

  1. Tug-of-war

    A few nights ago, as I lay in bed, thinking, because I forgot not to, a rare thing happened. One of the myriad branches of thoughts and half-baked anecdotes that often keep me awake transformed into a not-so-often mental delicacy of mine: a verbalizable nugget. First, a romantic preface.

    There is a line that separates the two stages of human life, commonly referred to as child- and adulthood. It’s not a very well-defined (or “well-drawn”, for consistency’s sake) one. In fact, it’s pretty balls vague. The only reason we’re aware of it is because there are little moments now and then, every once in awhile, when something adolescence-related or another slaps us in the face and there’s a transient moment of clarity, or at least realization. It doesn’t really have a beginning and an end, because it’s never totally finished, and it’s sort of always been there. We kind of just wander over it, on it, through it, and end up different.

    To afford “the line” a simile is to take a metaphor and make a simile out of it, because “the line” is already a metaphor. It is also to regress oneself to the Xanga era, because what I’m about to drop is a rawly, rawly nervous turd. But I’ll do it anyway.

    iPhone note, August 27th, 1:36 AM:

    Sometimes the line feels like that drawn in the sand during a game of involuntary tug-of-war. All too often I find myself falling back to the comforting knowledge that I am not yet responsible for my own being, pulling away. Then slowly, again, I can feel my grip loosen and the line inch even further than it did before. I don’t want to win this game of tug-of-war, but sometimes I can’t help but feel frightened and surprised by the ferocity of whatever force pulls from the other side. I’m not going to win this game of tug-of-war.

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    Sammy taught Charlie some new words.

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  3. Why Man Creates

    Creativity is something I’ve focussed on a lot on this here weblog. I came across this YouTube rip of a 1968 short film, Why Man Creates, awhile ago, and just got around to watching it now. It’s funny, weird and poignant. Watch part two, too.

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  4. Mission Save Joey’s Hair: Failed

    A couple days ago I made a post about a petition against the dress code requiring my little brother’s best friend, Joey, to shear off his overgrown, oh-so tastefully styled locks.

    For those of you that participated in the petition, or at least stood by, concernedly, I have some sad news.

    Joey was forced to cut his hair yesterday evening. It is comparatively short yet still long enough to foster a comparatively less-awesome but magnificent nonetheless ‘do. He was able to have it cut to the bare minimum dress code requirement (so much so that it is a possibility he may be required to have it cut again).

    Please know that your efforts were not fully in vain; Joey and his family enjoyed and are thankful for the work we did. If Joey’s hair had a conscious mind, I’m sure that it would be thankful, too. The amount of support our petition gathered in such short notice was not only a pleasant surprise but a deeply reassuring validation of the pain and anger all parties involved feel when this time of year comes around.

    Thank you.

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  5. Charlie is obsessed with construction vehicles. (And he’s also in town! With his mom, dad, and sister.)

    Charlie is obsessed with construction vehicles. (And he’s also in town! With his mom, dad, and sister.)

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    Just found this little recording of me being all I-can-do-double-bass-without-a-double-bass-pedal show off-y while working on a song for the 8th grade talent show with some friends. Not very steady but definitely very funky. The salad days…

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  8. This is Joey. You may have seen him before in my pictures or videos. I frequently quote things that my brother says while conversing with him. He’s a sweet, Metallica-loving little boy. He has glorious hair. His school seems to think otherwise. More specifically, his school’s dress code seems to think otherwise. Instead of “glorious,” Joey’s school looks at his head of luscious locks as not a gem of humanity, but a discordance in uniformity. We say nay to their nay. Joey’s hair is a gift. Not only to him, but to all those who enjoy it. To all those who enjoy looking at it. Caressing it. Being in the same room as it. Tell Joey’s school: requiring Joey to cut his hair is to deprive humanity of that gift. Please, don’t make Joey cut his hair. Please. SIGN THIS PETITION AND SAVE JOEY’S HAIR

    This is Joey.

    You may have seen him before in my pictures or videos. I frequently quote things that my brother says while conversing with him. He’s a sweet, Metallica-loving little boy.

    He has glorious hair.

    His school seems to think otherwise. More specifically, his school’s dress code seems to think otherwise. Instead of “glorious,” Joey’s school looks at his head of luscious locks as not a gem of humanity, but a discordance in uniformity.

    We say nay to their nay. Joey’s hair is a gift. Not only to him, but to all those who enjoy it. To all those who enjoy looking at it. Caressing it. Being in the same room as it. Tell Joey’s school: requiring Joey to cut his hair is to deprive humanity of that gift. Please, don’t make Joey cut his hair. Please.

    SIGN THIS PETITION AND SAVE JOEY’S HAIR

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  10. The waves in Lake Michigan were insane last weekend. Nine people were rescued by lifeguards.

    Music: College by Animal Collective.

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