The Beer Barons
An Ottawa Celtic Punk influenced band that has been performing frequently throughout the last couple years. The band features the drummer from The Nummies and has undergone several member changes due to their musical accompaniment, yet they have never wavered in their core sound and definite momentum.
No one reads my Tumblr (probably because I never write in it) but check out my band!!
I am exhaustedfrustratedexcitedhappyanxiousterrifiedsademptyrestlessirritatedhilariousamusedboredunremarkableamazingdoomedcreativeuninspiredjadedcynicalsnobbyundeservingselfdoubtingnostalgicguiltywaiting.
“You should see the other guy! Hah! … And by that, I mean I tried to climb a bookshelf.”
BAHAHAHA hungover owls.
My feet. I actually just sent you this. but…. i edited the lighting :)
looks more like a “photo”
Coooool!
It was the day they wore teal and acid-washed ensembles that Sharon began to question Kevin’s enthusiasm for joining the Navy.
It’s called “Away” and it’s by Jane Urquhart. I just adore her writing. I also love her novel “The Stone Cutters.” She is a poet so her prose is quite beautiful and the way that she describes a particular moment is so captivating. And she lost her first husband suddenly at a young age so the way she describes love seems particularly poignant at times. It really captures that intensity between two people and the achy/sinking-feeling-in-my-chest-and-stomach-where-my-heart-should-be-when-you’re-gone sentiment. But not in a trite way. It’s actually really hard to read sometimes. After reading her writing, I often find myself being more “in my head” focusing on the beauty or the significance of little moments, which sounds kind of stupid when I write it out here but it’s true. She really gets me.
Anyways, I won’t reveal too many plot details on the off chance that A) someone is actually reading this post and B) that person might, in turn, read the novel. But it starts off in Ireland with a young girl named Mary wandering by the beach. She comes upon the scene of a shipwreck and sees all kinds of strange things floating in the water — barrels of whisky, silver kettles, cabbages — and then notices a person floating on one of these barrels. It’s probably copyright infringement or some shit but I have to write down the description of it, just so I can remember how much it gets me:
“Mary heard the barrels creak as they touched and separated in current. She heard the surf pant. But mostly she looked at the young man whose sodden shirt she held firmly in her hands — the dark curls pasted to his left cheek, the eyebrows like ferns, the lashes resting on the bones beneath his eyes. She absorbed, in these few moments, more knowledge of a man’s body than she ever would again. One of his arms rested, palm upwards, in the water, the sleeve torn open at the spot where his elbow bent. She saw the fortune lines on his hand, the blue rivers of veins under the marble skin, the creases on the vulnerable places of wrist and inner elbow. She saw the Adam’s apple and tendons of his exposed throat and the hollow between his collarbones just above his chest. By grasping his shirt she had revealed one of his nipples; the sun had dried the dark hairs around it so that they moved like grass in the breeze, as did the similar hairs that grew down from his belly towards the mystery that his trousers held. Fabric was glued by sea water to his legs and Mary could see the shape of the hard muscles of the thigh and the sharp slice of shinbone, and then the marble skin and blue veins of his bare feet. In the time that it took the sun to travel from one cloud to the next, Mary had learned so much of him that she would have been able to scratch the details of his features on a rock or mould an exact replica of him from clay.” (Urquhart 7-8)
I just love that passage. It sucked me in. It’s just a list of his features but something about it is so exquisitely intimate. His body sounds so young and strong but yet he’s so vulnerable in this moment, half-drowned and depending on her to save him. In just that short time, it’s like she has fallen in love with him and knows his life story. It truly explains how it feels to be drawn to and completely captivated by a person, without ever overtly explaining these emotions.
Another one I love is this, which continues to describe how she rescued him:
